Their Greatest Treasure (Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 1)

Nash kissed her ear then whispered next to it. “Release my wrist, baby. Let it go. Just feel. Damn, you’re so wet. You got me so hard right now, Chastity. Fuck.” Nash thrust a finger up into her.

Somehow he pulled one of her legs over his leg, instantly opening her up for his ministrations. Adding a second digit, he thrust his fingers into her very wet pussy.

She pulled her mouth from Riker’s, and Riker continued to kiss along the seam of her lips, then the corners of her mouth, her cheeks, then back to her mouth again. It was like neither of them could get enough and neither could Nash.

His strokes deepened.

Riker smoothed a hand into her tank top and cupped her breast. She thrust her hips against Nash’s fingers, and then Riker pinched her nipple. She moaned louder into his mouth. It was all too much for her. The fact that at any moment someone could catch them doing this excited her. Small spasms erupted from her pussy. Her own cum dripped down her ass. She felt her entire body tighten, and then Nash stroked another finger over her puckered hole and she lost it. Riker pressed harder against her as she nearly screamed from her orgasm. She felt herself lose her breath. Her vision clouded, her mind incapable of any rational thoughts. Nash slowly stroked her some more then eased his fingers from her pussy. He fixed her skirt and her thigh then kissed her cheek as Riker released her lips. They stared at her.

Riker pinched her nipple, making her gasp. “You are amazing.” He kissed her cheek.

She felt her body heat up all over again. He removed his hand and fixed her top. She assisted him then leaned back and stared at the water display in front of her.

“So that’s what an orgasm feels like?” she whispered.

Nash touched her cheek. He stared down into her eyes with a very serious facial expression. “You never had one before?” he asked. She was embarrassed once again in front of Nash and Riker. She swallowed her pride and figured that she already admitted it, so what did it matter now.

She shook her head. “Never.”

Riker caressed his hand up her crossed thighs. “Oh, we’re going to be giving you plenty of those.” He winked then nipped her lower lip.

“Riker,” she scolded then lowered her eyes. Both men grabbed a hand of hers and leaned back against the bench.

“So, how many little hidden nooks like this are at this exhibit?” Nash asked, and she shook her head, feeling her cheeks warm, as both men chuckled.

* * * *

Nash and his brother took every opportunity to touch Chastity or caress her skin as they toured the rest of the exhibit. When they came to a series of specialty designed paintings that were 3-D images or appeared to be moving images, he recognized the paintings.

So did Riker.

“Hey, this is the one of the moving mermaid in the ocean. It looks so real, and almost exactly like the one you had put in at Hidden Treasures,” Riker said as he walked closer and started checking out all the different paintings from the local artist.

“I thought you would like that one. I had a hard time actually. Because there’s this one, too.” She pointed to a beautiful painting of a seascape and a mermaid sitting on a large boulder sunbathing as the waves crashed against the rocks. The wind was blowing her long blonde hair behind her, and she was smiling.

Nash stood behind her. He could see it clearly over Chastity’s head.

“Hey, you look like her, Chastity,” Nash said, and she shook her head in denial. Riker squinted his eyes and moved closer. “My God, Nash, you’re right. It’s beautiful,” Riker said.

“Why didn’t you choose this one?” Riker asked.

“I don’t know. The other one fit better for the club. This one looks more like it should be in a study or a special place. It wouldn’t be appreciated in the club,” she said as she stared at the picture.

Nash wrapped an arm around her midsection and held her close. He closed his eyes a moment as he kept his chin lightly on top of her head. He wanted to feel this moment. He suddenly hoped that there were more moments like this with Chastity to come.

As they moved on to the other paintings and pictures, Nash placed his hand under Chastity’s hair and against the back of her neck. He stroked his thumb back and forth over her nape. She accepted his need to hold her like this. One look at Riker, and his brother appeared happy.

* * * *

They decided to grab some lunch together before heading home. Riker and Nash were able to get a private table on the balcony looking over the large gardens at an expensive restaurant down the street from the exhibit. There was a bright red umbrella blocking the sun and a sheer curtain that kept the bugs at bay and also gave them some privacy. The waiter took their orders then returned with drinks. Chastity looked out toward the gardens and the warm summer day.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Nash said to her, and she turned to him and smiled.

“I’ve never been here before. It’s beautiful, and the view is amazing.”

Riker took a sip of his red wine, and then Nash clasped his hands on the table.

“I’m surprised,” Nash said.