Sunrise For Three: A Military Erotic Romance (Sexy Siesta Series Book 3) (10 page)

“Yes, ma’am. Noted and filed.” Colt moved his broad back in front of the water to block the spray from hitting her in the face. She wiped off the excess water then settled her hands on his chest. Smooth and solid. He pressed her closer and that’s when she realized his chest wasn’t the only bare part of him touching her.

What really caught her full attention was the indent to his hips that dipped to a very impressive erection pressed into her abdomen.

“Hope you don’t mind. Thought I’d join you in the shower.” He angled his head and spoke in a husky voice. He worked in the right amount of heat because the warmth that hit her from head to toe stole every ounce of air, leaving her panting in his arms. She didn’t know how, but he knew exactly how to push all her buttons. Repeatedly.

Not giving her time to adjust to having him so close and so naked, Colt swooped in and gathered her face between his palms, planting warm kisses along her cheeks, forehead then the very tip of her nose. “I love you all flushed and feisty. If I could bottle up your essence, it would be the most intoxicating drug in the world, baby, and every man would gladly take it just to have a part of you.”

“And how about you? Am I your kind of poison, Colt?”

“Oh, Mia, you were made for me and I’ll prove it before the sun rises tomorrow.”

“Maybe it will be a sunrise for three?”

She gave him her sexiest smile and ran her fingers over the contours of his chest. A dark thought settled over her, erasing the smile. Sunrise was a long time from now and a lot could happen. And it didn’t escape her attention that Marc was missing.

Colt must have read her unvoiced question. “Give him a little time, sweetheart—he’ll come around. He just needs to pull his shit together and drop the demons that ride him a little harder than the rest of us.”

It burned a hole in her heart to think it was her he didn’t want. On their flight, he hadn’t participated much in their amorous moment. He’d made sure she was content and pleasured, but he’d let Colt take the reins. What kept him disconnected? Hell, he was the one that had kissed her first. Her face burned and the damn butterflies started up their torture again. She hated not knowing where she stood, and these two had kept her at a constant tilt for too long now.

Dios
, Marc was the damn king of sending mixed signals. She didn’t know what was real and what was a front for others. What would it take to get him to see she wanted this as much as she thought he did? She bit her lip, her chest tightened and all she wanted was to put her arms around him and kiss the man senseless.

“It kills me to see that tortured look tarnish such a beautiful face, darling.” Both she and Colt swiveled to face Marc who stood in the doorway, his shoulder propped on the wood, hair mussed in a sexy mess and barefooted. His ankles crossed and hands shoved in his pockets. A look of uncertainty twisted his features.

Mia held Colt’s gaze for just a second before he nodded. He moved to the side and held her hand while she stepped out of the open-style shower. Water trailed ribbons down her body to make small pools along the red Spanish tiles, but she paid no mind to them. She only had eyes for Marc. His face turned pained, dark. She faltered in her step.

She leveled her chin and shoved away the doubt that wanted to creep into the recesses of her mind. Hadn’t she resolved to get him to see she wanted this?
Either do or don’t, chica
. Mia pushed forward despite the warning she saw in the depths of his eyes, ready to help him see just how important this moment was to her.

She invaded his personal space, wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him closer. Which wasn’t an easy task given the half foot or more he had on her.

With her hands buried in his hair, she locked him in right where she wanted him. In a slow movement, she closed the distance, touching her lips to his in a gentle brush of skin, teasing the seam with the tip of her tongue until he opened for her.

He pushed up from his leaning position and snaked his arms around her waist. Water soaked through his clothing, but neither of them cared. He cupped the globes of her buttocks, kneading the plump flesh. He hauled her closer against his erection. Eagerness spiraled through her, sending a rush of goose bumps along her body. He tightened his hold. Her nipples pebbled and pressed into his chest.

Mia shuddered from the exquisite pressure. The smolder in his eyes darkened and he groaned deep in his throat. She smiled.
Mmm
, he had such a sexy growl.

She stole a glance toward Colt. He stood with his arms braced against the half wall outlining the shower area, his eyes lasered in on her.

She raised her eyes up to Marc’s and released her hold on his hair. She moved her hands to the hem of his black T-shirt. In a single tug she revealed her warrior, drinking him in slowly for the first time.

Scars she hadn’t noticed the previous night in the subdued lighting stood out in the bright morning sunshine. She gasped, unable to hold back the shock that hit her like a punch to the gut. They weren’t as extensive as Colt’s burns but they were still there and denoted everything the man had gone through to protect others. Protect her. She swallowed past the lump lodged in her throat. Fear of him putting himself in harm’s way for her took root in her mind and she couldn’t shake it.

“Don’t worry about those, darling. It’s from a long time ago.”

She traced a finger over a jagged scar along the crease of his left arm and another over his left ribcage. It had to be five inches long. “I can’t imagine the pain you must have gone through. Both of you.” She whispered the words, afraid to say them any louder in fear of something more severe happening to them. She looked to Colt again and then back to the scar beneath her fingers.

“Do they bother you, Mia?”

She pulled back, shocked. “
No, claro qué no
. Never.” She searched his eyes, desperate for him to know she would never be bothered by the sight of his old wounds. Or Colt’s. She shot a look at Colt and he smiled in understanding.

She turned her face up to Marc’s. “Kiss, me, show me you want this. Us?”

Scars forgotten, a wicked smile played with the corners of his mouth, erasing the haunted look in his eyes. With one hand he fisted the long, wet length of her hair and tugged her into his arms.

“I think I can do better than that.”

She loved the teasing promise to his words. He devoured her lips, tongue and delved back in for more.

Just as quickly he pulled back.

In three swift movements, Marc disrobed and stood before her in all his masculine glory. Her gaze drifted over his rock-hard body, lean waist and obvious arousal. His shaft swollen with need. For her. Her mouth watered and her heart melted just a bit more at the look in his eyes.

Heat eased up her neck and settled in her cheeks. She took a deep breath and smiled, her gaze traveling further. She wanted a taste of both her men. Wanted their hands on her, their mouths and…she paused. She knew the workings behind taking two men, but she couldn’t help but worry if her body could handle so much…man at once.

Marc watched her closely. He moved in, closing the small distance between them. With a gentle hand on her neck, he settled his forehead on hers. “We’ll take it slow, darling. Only do what you feel comfortable with.” He gazed down at her with that sexy-as-sin smile that had her heart doing backflips.

She returned the smile and moved to where Colt stood waiting and looked over her shoulder, her smile fading a degree when her gaze landed on the worst of his scars. The reason he walked with a slight limp.

Angled in a jagged downward slash, a red, puckered scar marred the skin along his right hip and thigh. She turned her attention away from the obvious bad memories, intertwined their fingers and led him back to where Colt waited for them in the cool water. Now wasn’t the time for questions, but she would be honored to one day hear of their times in Afghanistan.

Marc turned his attention to Colt and nodded in silent understanding. They were so connected. She looked away, not wanting to intrude on their silent communication.

Marc tipped her face up to look at him. “On second thought, Mia, forget the sweats and T-shirt offer. You won’t be needing them for a while.” He claimed her lips for another kiss before he pulled back with a devilish grin that melted her heart instantly. Like cotton-candy–in-your-mouth, sweet.

Colt sidled up behind her, his erection pressed into the cleft of her buttocks. With a single hand on her abdomen, he pulled her back and rocked his hips. She melted into him.

Marc trailed his fingers along the paths of the water down her chest, across her sensitive nipples until he reached her bejeweled navel. He paused to run a finger along the jewelry before continuing on until he found what he wanted.

He leaned in close to her ear, his fingers resting on the lips of her pussy. In a husky voice laced with desire, he said “Did you know you’re wearing my birthstone?” Fire lit his eyes when he pulled back and it was all she could do to look him in the eye. She knew, but should she tell him that?

“Tell, me Mia. Did you pick that on purpose? Hoping I would one day see it?”

She nodded. “And I have another for Colt’s. I switch depending on my mood.”

“So what days do I get?” Amusement creased the lines around Marc’s eyes.

“If I’m feeling irritated or edgy and having a don’t-want-anyone’s-bullshit kind of day, I use Marc’s.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask the days I get.” Colt’s lips curled into a smile along her neck.

No use in holding back now. So she took the direct route. One she knew they would appreciate. “Horny days. Days where I allow myself to dream big and let my heart have room to grow. I don’t have many of those days, though.”

“Horny days or growing days?”

“Growing… horny days have been every damn day since I walked into your office for that dreadful first interview.”

“Let’s make up for some lost time then.” Marc scooped her right leg up to wrap around his thigh, her other firmly on the shower floor. She tensed, afraid of hurting him.

“No, darling, I never want you to withhold yourself from me. Give me everything and never feel sorry for me.”

If she were not already certain of her feelings for her men, she’d fall for them all over again. Her back against Colt’s chest and a leg thrown around Marc, she stood open to him—them—ready for what they wanted. Marc trailed is free hand along the length of her leg, up her thigh until he reached the V between her legs. He parted her lips and slipped a finger between her folds already slick with need. Her bud throbbed, begging for his attention. He didn’t disappoint.

He kneeled in front of her, spreading her further to him. “Slip your leg over my shoulder, Mia.” Colt held her steady as she did his bidding.

“It’s my turn to taste you. Colt swears you’re pure smack.” Without another word, Marc dipped his head between her thighs. His tongue made contact with her swollen bud as Colt pinched her extended nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Heat rocketed out from both points to collide in the middle and spread from there. She fisted Marc’s hair from the sudden shock of sensations. Colt grabbed her chin and tilted her head his way. He crushed his lips into hers, demanding stroking, taking what he wanted from her.

In contrast to Colt’s rough demands, Marc’s gentle fingers replaced his tongue as he moved toward the entrance of her pussy. He laved her juices greedily. Maybe she was their drug as much as they were hers? She shuddered from the thought.

“I won’t last much longer.
Ahí,
take me.” She panted, desperate for the release she could feel building in her core.

“We will, sweetheart. That’s a promise. First, give Marc what he wants.” Colt tugged on both her nipples as Marc’s lips clamped over her clit. For the second time in less than twenty-four hours she let herself fall. Her heart swelled and she glided ever over the edge so slowly then back to earth where strong warm arms awaited her.

She sank to the shower floor into Marc’s arms ready to cradle her close to his chest. She burrowed deeper into his embrace, desperate to let all her problems wash away forever.

Colt reached across them and shut the water off.

Colt leaned into her. “I’m drunk on my need for you. I’m amazed I can still stand, woman.” He clutched her tighter to his chest. “Marc, let’s get our girl to the bed.”

Chapter Five

Marc plucked a towel from the rack, then stepped out of the shower. She followed with Colt on her heels. They took turns patting and rubbing the soft, thick material over her, not missing a single spot on her body. They took extra care to towel her hair and then wrapped her in the material while they dried off with their own towels.

Finished, Marc took her hand and led her to the adjoining bedroom. In their time here, she still hadn’t taken the tour of the place. The lavish bathroom spilled into a large master suite with a spacious balcony facing the Pacific Ocean. Wooden slatted doors stood propped open with giant flowerpots that overflowed with a mixture of yellow and pink flowers, allowing a gentle morning breeze to filter through to cool her rapidly heating skin.

“Let me take that.” Marc slipped a finger into the knot of the towel and pulled. Her breasts bounced. She always thought her breasts were too big, but watching the golden flicker in his eyes had her rethinking her position about her girls.

His simmering gaze trailed over her body, leaving a path of fire in its wake. She shied back a step. She wasn’t model thin or overly plump but she never said no to chocolate at night or a cookie or two. The result landed her with a few extra curves. Her ex-fiancé had called her overweight and the insult still made her pause.

“What have I said about shying away from me, Mia?” She searched his eyes, then squared her shoulders and moved her hands to her sides. He was right. It really was too late to hide her body.

The look of approval boosted her confidence and she reached out to stroke a hand down his torso, past his navel to dip further to palm his shaft. Two could play the game of seduction. It might have been a little longer for her, but she remembered the basics of what made a man weak at the knees.

The thought of Marc desperate for her sent a spike of adrenaline through her. She caressed his shaft with the slightest of pressure, tightening her grip as she stroked upward toward the head. His silk-covered steel pulsed in her hand, up her arm and reached into her body with an electric charge. Marc rocked on his heels and threw his head back. “Fuck me, baby, you have the hands of an angel. I can’t wait to get a taste of your body.”

“Come here, sweetheart.” Colt gritted his demand, turning her around to tip her head back for a taste of her lips. A rustle came from behind her. She turned at the hiss of a zipper. Marc stood over an opened duffel bag and rifled through the contents until he produced a box of condoms. He placed the rubbers on the nightstand. In Colt’s arms, she watched his hurried motions marked by the dips and contours of his muscles. His chiseled jaw sported a day’s old stubble and his gruff made her want to reach out and touch him.

A wall of lust laced with so much desire she could taste it in the air hit her the second she locked gazes with Colt. He sported the same stubble as Marc, his jaw set in a hard line, waiting. “What are you going to do with me, Mr. Dessire?” Her voice coy with a playful note.

He answered her tease with a smile. Temptation drew her hand up to his face and she ran the back of her fingers along his jaw line, his stubble rough against her touch. He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek into her hand, drawing her closer into his embrace. She leaned her head back in awe at how the sunlight cascaded over him, highlighting the caramel streaks in his otherwise dark brown hair.

He peeled his eyes open slowly at the sound of Marc’s voice. “What would you like for us to do?”

Colt motioned toward the small couch nestled into a small nook at the end of the bed. He sat, pulled her onto his lap with Marc moving in beside them.

“I’ve had fantasies…” She took a shallow breath. Colt wore a bemused smile while Marc’s eyes brightened with curiosity.

“What did our sexy assistant lie awake at night fantasizing over?” Marc’s words teased the truth from her.

“You,” she said breathlessly, “And you,” she trailed a single finger down the length of Colt’s chest, between his pecs and over the defined edges of his abs until she was brought up short by the towel’s soft boundary.

Marc, on the other hand was bare, his towel in a heap by the bed where she’d left it.

“Don’t stop there, sweetheart.” He coaxed her on, his voice tight with control. She drew her attention up from where her eyes had drifted to his dick. He rested a hand over his shaft and squeezed. The bulbous head turned red and her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips. Her breathing hitched in her chest.

She eyed Colt, who had his hands resting on her bare thighs and his head against the back of the couch. His shaft pressed against her folds through the barrier of his towel.

He flexed his hips once. Twice. On the third she gasped from the delicious shock of contact with her clit and leaned forward to rest her hands on his chest. “You want us?”

Her core quivered with need, and she knew the towel positioned between her thighs was wet with her juices.

Holding her gaze, Colt slowly ran a single finger between her pussy lips then brought the finger to his mouth to suck it clean. Her mouth parted at such an exotic sight. No one had ever wanted so much of her before. Not even her ex-fiancé. What a mistake marrying him would have been. She shoved the nasty thought to the back of her mind. She did not want to think of him now or ever. She suppressed a shudder of disgust and swallowed back the slimy feeling she always got when her mind betrayed her with thoughts of the abusive
bastardo
.

“Already so wet for us, Marc.” Colt’s dark eyes turned to liquid heat. He settled his hands back on her thighs to hold her steady while he moved to where Marc was closer to them. With so much body warmth cocooning her, her thoughts clouded with where to begin. Heat poured through her veins to send a flood of need to wet the towel once again.

“I’ve dreamed of having you both.”
Way to state the obvious, chica
. “I mean,” she glanced out over the never-ending expanse of blue water beyond the balcony for some clarity on how to put her fantasies into words, “I’ve wanted you to want me. To take me, here…” She wrapped her fingers around Colt’s and guided his hand to the entrance of her pussy. “And here…” With her other hand Mia guided Marc to circle her waist and settle on the globe of her ass. “I want to know what it’s like to be wanted so much there’s no barriers, no boundaries and no rules.” She held her breath and looked between both men.

“Oh, sweetheart, you never stop amazing me.”

“Never doubt how much you’re wanted.”

Mmm. She loved how that sounded.

Colt pressed a thumb against her clit, and she rocked forward a breath away from his lips to brace herself against his chest. Marc’s hand still rested along her ass, massaging the flesh, working his way closer to her nether entrance.

“We’re going to take you, darling, just like you want us to, but any anal play takes time.” Marc dipped a finger to stroke the sensitive spot between her cheeks, feathering kisses along her ribs and across the dip in her lower back. Tingling sensations flowed over her.

He rose to kneel behind her, this time palming her ass with both hands. He pulled her cheeks apart, guiding her to rise up on her knees and lean forward so she rested higher up on Colt’s chest.

Tempted by the fruit she placed before him, Colt cupped her breasts, sucking first one nipple then the other. Spirals of molten lava replaced the blood in her veins. An all-consuming heat shot through her. Defenseless against its power, Mia let the pleasure possess her senses.

Through the fog of passion from Colt’s ministrations, she faintly registered Marc kneeling behind her. His rough hands from years in the service created a delicious friction along her softer skin. His fingers worked into the flesh, and she let out a soft moan. She didn’t know if it was from Colt’s wicked tongue, or Marc’s expert hands. Both felt so right.

Warm air collided with her pussy and her ass, followed by the soft pad of a tongue. She arched, pushing her rear higher in the air. Marc growled from behind her and Colt wrapped his arms around her torso, holding her place.

Colt pulled back from his feast. “Shhhh…let him show you pleasure, sweetheart.” Something in his voice reached into her and calmed her frayed nerves. She wasn’t scared, no, far from it, but so many sensations bombarded her. She felt adrift in the water with no sense of direction.

Colt’s lips smoothed across her neck and collarbone. He nibbled the delicate skin and continued his way up the dip of her neck, past her jaw until he had his lips poised a breath away from hers. Molten brown locked on amber. He kept her gaze fused with his as he pulled her in for a kiss.

So much raw need swirled around them, through them. What would it be like to have them both in her? They said it would take time, but what would they do to her now?

She felt Marc’s lips on her ass and she angled her head to watch him lavish kisses across her flesh. First, he worshipped one side, then moved to the other, his eyes closed.

She’d been so careful to not get connected to anyone. She’d made the mistake once, and he almost succeeded in ripping away the last of the heart she had left to give.

But these two men made her feel. Made her
want
to feel and tonight hopefully show her the therapy from the touch of another.

Colt reached between them and peeled off the towel that held him back from her touch. Pulled between watching Marc and laying hands on Colt, her inner tigress won. She curled her fingers around Colt’s shaft, touching his solid flesh for the first time. Pre-cum wet the tip of his dick and she bit her lip, wanting to taste, but didn’t want to disturb Marc’s obvious affection for her ass.

“Taste him, baby. Wrap your beautiful lips around his cock.”

She turned her head to look at Marc who kneeled looking at her with a fire in his eyes. She could feel it deep down to her soul. What was it about them that made her want to abandon all her sanity and give them everything they wanted?

Marc’s tongue traced a line from her pussy to her nether-hole again. She tensed. Fingers of excitement danced along her spine, leaving nothing but hope in its wake. Her breath came fast and shallow, her mouth wet with the desire to do what Marc commanded. “Suck him, baby. Now.”

Who was she to disappoint? With Marc’s help Mia lowered her knees to the floor and looked up to see Colt staring down at her with hooded eyes. Marc gently gathered her locks in one hand, his other hand lavishing small caresses across her skin.

Colt angled his shaft toward her mouth. She placed her hands on his thighs, letting him offer himself to her. Holding his gaze, Mia flicked a tongue out to gather his moisture, savoring the salty male taste of Colt’s pre-cum. She held his gaze and loved how his eyes darkened with a passion she hoped he unleashed on her.

She dug her nails into his thighs and wrapped her lips around the head, sinking ever so slowly. A long drawn-out growl met her ears and she smiled inwardly.

A hand pressed into her back. Marc repositioned himself behind her where she straddled his lap on the floor. He tugged on her hair with just enough pressure to make her moan. In return Colt let out a moan of his own. “You’re going to make me come. Is that what you want?”

For an answer, she dipped her head again, this time a little faster, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. Colt rocked his hips and she increased the speed, tightening her mouth around his shaft with each stroke.

The play of Marc’s hand caught her attention again. With her legs spread wide, her entire body was open to do with her as he pleased. He pressed against her forbidden entrance and broke the barrier with a single push. She stilled, her breath stuck in her chest. “Easy, baby. It’s just my finger. We’re going to take this very slow.” Marc’s soft silky tone calmed her. He released her hair to let it cascade of her shoulder and onto Colt’s thigh.

Marc used his free hand to caress a trail down her spine, around her waist and straight to her swollen bud nestled between the folds of her pussy. He stroked small circles around the sensitive pearl, matching the movements with the finger he still had in her ass. Foreign sensations flooded her senses. She clamped her eyes shut and tightened her hold over Colt’s dick. “Damn, sweetheart, harder.” Colt’s demand penetrated her clouded mind and she obeyed. With each stroke she dealt to Colt, Marc rewarded her with another stroke on her clit.

An almost palpable electricity settled over them. A rhythm of movement between them that couldn’t be broken. Her hips followed Marc’s shallow thrusts as she took in Colt’s cock.

Pressure built within her center. Such an unfamiliar feeling. She inhaled through her nose, the sides flaring then closing just as fast. Her heart pounded in her ears, the rush of blood drowning out anything beyond the here and how. The beach, the flight and the nightmare of last night pushed to the outer edges of her mind.

Just one more stroke and she would have the most exotic and erotic orgasm she’d ever had. She pushed her ass into Marc’s hand and gathered Colt’s erection into hers. She squeezed her fingers around his shaft, locking her mouth around him. “One more baby and I’ll shoot in your mouth. You have to stop.” She peeled her eyes open. His stomach rose and fell with every single ragged breath he took. Sweat beaded across his skin, and her inner tigress purred.

She pulled back, still working him with her hand. He fisted his hand over hers and delivered the final stroke.