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

“It’s over, Desi. You’re done!” Nash yelled with Riker and the others pointing their guns at him.

Chastity was stuck to the side of him and a large metal pole.

Desi smiled. “She dies, just like Maggie. Live with that,” Desi said then pointed his gun toward Chastity.

She didn’t know what came over her, but she lunged for him, shoving him backward, giving the men the opportunity to stop him. He fired multiple times as she hit the ground. Tripping over his feet.

“Chastity!” Nash and Riker yelled.

She felt the concrete under her chest and face. Then Desi grabbed her and pulled her along the ground. One shot rang out, then a second and third. She covered her head and screamed in fear until Desi’s grip loosened and then his fingers left her hair.

“Oh God, baby. What the hell were you thinking?” Nash reprimanded her.

“I love you.” She crawled into his arms. He lifted her up, and she cried as Riker hugged her from behind.

“He’s dead, baby. It’s over,” Riker whispered.

* * * *

Chastity stepped into the shower. She couldn’t wait to scrub away Desi’s touch. She scrubbed her teeth thoroughly, hoping to get the taste of his kiss out as well. Nash and Riker were a bit upset with her for risking her life the way she did. They told her that they needed to have a nice long discussion with her about commitment and trust. She of course told them that they should discuss it amongst one another to be sure Nash and Riker were on the same page, and then discuss it with her.

Hence, why she was now in the shower, trying to erase the day’s events. She washed her hair, then rinsed it, and added conditioner. Grabbing the bodywash and loofah, Chastity began to wash away the feel of Desi’s touch, the remnants of his words, his abuse, and the fact that he would never harm her again.

Nash and Riker were relieved that she was safe, and also overjoyed about finally catching the man behind the multimillion-dollar drug-smuggling operation, Jose Ferguson. Now they knew the truth about Maggie, and most importantly, that Chastity had nothing to do with any of them. It was a crazy coincidence that nearly got her killed and destroyed her almost-perfect relationship with Nash and Riker. Those two had a bit to learn about trust, themselves.

She rinsed her body clean, rinsed the conditioner from her hair, then turned off the shower, and got dried off. She was surprised that Nash and Riker hadn’t joined her. Now that would be a hell of a way to celebrate. She dried her hair with the towel, her anticipation of seeing them, being with them after today, was overwhelming. It was crazy, but she missed them, and Riker and Nash somehow made her injuries less painful. She looked for her clothes to get dressed, and realized that they weren’t on the counter where she left them. Someone took them.

She wrapped the towel around her body and slowly walked into the bedroom. The sight had her pausing with excitement and anticipation.

“Now what do we have here?” she asked. Riker was holding a tray of strawberries. He was completely naked. Nash sat on the side of the bed, legs wide, and tapping some kind of tube o

f something in his hand. The realization of what they had in mind hit her all at once.

“Take off the towel, Chastity,” Nash told her.

“We’re going to work on a little thing called trust,” Riker added, moving toward her. He placed the tray onto the bedside table and took one ripe red strawberry off of it. He moved closer to her and traced her lips with the berry.

For such a simple move, it was erotic and sexy.

“Open up,” he told her as he watched her lips. She did as she was told, enjoying this playful side of Riker. God knew, she needed for him and Nash to walk her each step of the way. She knew that they wanted to make love to her together. They spoke of very little else the entire way back to their penthouse.

But they knew that she needed the time to wash up and ease away Desi’s touch. They gave her the space she needed. They placed her needs before their own, and she adored them for it.

The berry was ripe and sweet, and as the bit of juice dripped from her lips, Riker was there to lick it away and then kiss her deeply. The idea about going slow was thrown out the window. Riker lifted her up and turned her around.

As Riker stopped the kiss, she locked gazes with Nash, and he lifted her by her hips, placing her right onto his stomach. Pulling her down by her hair and neck, Nash kissed her, drawing out more of her desire with every stroke of his tongue.

She felt Riker’s hands massaging her shoulders. Then they eased down over her lower back to her ass. He massaged each globe then pressed them apart and back together. The sensations stimulated her cunt, as if an imaginary line led from her ass to her pussy.

She lifted up and thrust her hips against Nash’s erection. As she tried to control the kiss, Nash tugged on her hair, pulled from her mouth, and licked across her neck. He whispered into her ear, “Nice try, baby. But this is where you learn the rules.” He sucked on her neck, and that sensitive little spot had a burst of cream pushing out of her pussy.

Riker stroked his finger along her pussy lips, then up over her puckered hole. He leaned down over her back and whispered into her ear as Nash pulled a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh my God!” She panted.

Riker pressed his cock over her puckered hole as he whispered into her ear.

“We’re going to be one, Chastity. One unit, one team, one body and soul. We would die for you. We want you in our lives forever. You’re our greatest treasure.”