Sunrise For Three: A Military Erotic Romance (Sexy Siesta Series Book 3) (8 page)

She pulled back slowly but before she could move too far Colt nipped her lip. The pleasure-pain of the love bite shot electricity through her and straight to her core.

“We can’t do this here.” Both men grinned, and her heart picked up speed.

“There’s only the pilot this time, Mia. There was no time to notify the stewardess that usually accompanies us so you have nothing to worry about.”

Right. But she’d feel better if they were behind a closed door. If she was about sleep with two men, they’d better find a way to get her horizontal and fast. Marc’s head lowered, and she could read his intent in the way his gaze traced a path along her lips. Her body flushed. “Room.” She blurted out the single word, unable to form a complete sentence this high on the drug that was her Marines.

Marc yanked her sweats over her thighs, pulled her over to straddle his legs and stood abruptly. “Wrap your legs around me.”  She did as he commanded, bracing her arms around his neck in the process. Marc strode across the length of the cabin, Colt hot on their heels, his gaze steady on hers.

Dios
, she’d forgotten. There was a bedroom on board. The last time she was here, she’d spent a good portion of their flight wondering if they ever used it for any feminine entertainment on their business trips.

She quickly shoved the unsavory thought aside, not wanting to think about that now any more than she did the first time she’d been here.

Colt cocked his head.

How did he do that? See the slightest shift in her thoughts? Sometimes the man was too perceptive for his own good. He’d obviously picked up on her thoughts. Was she that easy to read? Around these two she needed to work on her poker face.

Marc’s arms tightened around her waist a fraction. She bent her head and rubbed her nose along the shell of his ear all the while holding Colt’s attention. Marc cupped her ass. He pushed open a door as she sprinkled kisses along the tender flesh of his neck, stopping at the rim of his shirt. He angled his head slightly to give her better access and she retraced her path loving his masculine taste.

Colt stepped into the room, shut and locked the door. His muscles bunched in his jaw as he gritted his teeth.

Marc turned and she took in her new surroundings. A small built-in bed took up much of the room, leaving them just enough room to stand and open the door to a second private bathroom just off the side.

She lowered her legs and slowly glided down Marc’s hardened body. So much delicious male.

Colt stepped up behind her and snaked his arms around her. He slipped a hand beneath her borrowed T-shirt, grazing the sensitive skin of her midriff. She shuddered. His warm, expert fingers cupped her breasts through the silky material of her bra. He had such a gentle touch. She liked that about him.

Marc reached for the edge of her shirt, curling his fingers into the material.
This is it, chica
. Her lips parted and she straightened slightly so he could tug off the offending piece of cloth.

He pulled it over her head in one tug, letting it puddle on the floor beside their feet.

With a single hand, Marc wrapped his fingers around her both her wrists and locked them behind her, arching her back into Colt’s palms.

This close she could see the golden specks in Marc eyes dance with a mischievous glint. Colt removed his left hand and Marc slipped the material of her bra beneath her mound with his free hand, his intent clear. Warm wetness consumed her extended nipple, his soft lips pulling gently.

She braced herself against Colt, his hands cupping her breasts offering them up like fruit to for Marc’s hungry mouth.

In a dark whisper he praised her while Marc feasted. “You’re everything I imagined, sweetheart. Beautiful.” His warm breath teased the hair by her ear, fanning out to caress her cheek. She turned, capturing his lips before he could pull back.

“Sweet and delicious.” Marc turned her attention to him. His tone filled with the same need she heard in Colt’s voice.

Marc’s gaze danced over her exposed skin, sending searing heat straight to her nipples. They pebbled under his attention, and he licked his lips.

He paused then lowered his eyes to her abdomen. “Fuck me, that’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.” His voice tight with desire. For her. The fact made her insides twist and tie into knots.

Passion rushed her, her heart unable to keep up. “Colt, our overly dressed secretary—”

“Executive assistant,” she corrected with a cocked brow. She preferred that to secretary. Her sister thought she was being snobbish, but after the sacrifice to earn her degree, she thought it fitting.

His lips quirked up and he corrected his stance on her position with their firm. “Yes. My bad. Our executive assistant has a wild side beneath all her formal exterior.”

Marc gently flicked the dangling jewel from her navel. It had been a whim for her last birthday a few months ago and one she was glad she followed through with, if for nothing more than to see the fire it provoked in Marc. Colt turned her and dropped to one knee. To see him that way flooded her mind with other thoughts she had no business thinking.

This is just a fling, chica. Get a hold of yourself.
But still…she appreciated the view.

“Exquisite.” A sensual need tinged his tone. The way he fused his words with so much emotion...it pushed all the right buttons for her.

Colt bowed his head, wrapping his strong hands around her hips and pulled her closer to him. His lips traced the outer rim of her navel before landing on the center where the jewel pierced her skin.

He nibbled lower, gently scraping his teeth along her flesh then retracing with feather-light kisses. She buried her fingers into his hair and squeezed her thighs to keep from moaning. She was growing wetter by the minute. If they didn’t make their move, she might combust right here. Or worse. Melt into a puddle of need on the floor of their jet and beg them to fuck her senseless.

“Anxious, darling?” Marc bestowed his own brand of kisses along her neck and shoulder. She closed her eyes, absorbing the multitude of emotions both men infused in their gentle caresses and kisses.

Anxious?
Demonios. What an understatement
.

With one last kiss, Colt raised his head, hooking his thumbs in the band of her pants, slowly lowering them down her legs, past her knees, stopping at her feet. “Step out of them, sweetheart.”

He added the garment to her growing pile, but they were still fully clothed. He stepped back, devouring every inch of her skin, finally settling on the apex of her thighs. “Marc, we need to see all of her, don’t you think?”

Marc stroked the length of her bare arms, her shoulders, working his way to the clasp of her bra. With a single flick, he removed the restrictive barrier over her breasts. Cool air rushed her heated skin, making her nipples harden further.

Marc embraced her against his chest, the soft cotton of his T-shirt cushioning her. She frowned.

“You’ll get your turn,” Colt reassured her, tracing the lacy edge of her panties. He ran a single digit along the inside, pulling the sides down ever so slowly with each passing of his finger.

Marc administered lazy circles around her extended nipples.

Uno. Dos.
He paused and she sighed deeply. Her eyes shot open in the next second when he tugged on both nipples in unison. As if on cue, a bolt of heat suffused her body. Electricity pulsed with every pull he gave. Her folds, now slick with need, quivered from pent-up desire. A desire she’d nursed for both men since the day she met them now wet the small strip of panties Colt drew down her legs in a painfully slow tease.

“Colt, please…I…just hurry.” Her raspy words were torn from her throat.

“We know, sweetheart.”

“Marc,
Dios
, please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

So close to finally getting what she wanted. Marc and Colt as her lovers. The mere power of the thought caused another wave of anticipation to skate along her nerve endings.

The first time she’d sat across from them and looked into their eyes, she’d immediately known they were good men. Their presence commanded respect, but they also gave it.

When she needed help moving into her new house, they had been there. Both men were reluctant about her living so far outside the city limits, but they supported her nonetheless. On her first night, Marc and Colt had stopped by with a bottle of her favorite tequila and Chinese food so she could properly toast her new home. She had a sneaky suspicion about their motives and the warm hugs and soft kisses they’d bestowed her before departing fueled her fantasies for weeks of something more.

And today. Her heart swelled. There was no mistaking the gravity of her situation, but that didn’t deter them. No. Instead, it brought them closer.

Marc stroked her cheek with his thumb.

They were also gentle and kind. They had proven that repeatedly over the last six months. How could she not be completely smitten with them?

“We’re not going to take you all the way tonight, baby. Not here. Not like this. Our first time shouldn’t be shadowed by some damn cliché but if you’ll let us, we’ll give you another kind of pleasure, darling.”

Her heart fell, but hope bloomed at what they might have planned for her once they arrived at their safe house in Puerto Vallarta. “Trust us, sweetheart.” Colt slipped her feet from her soaked panties and tossed the small scrap of silk to join the rest of the clothes.

“I want to see you.” Marc in his T-shirt and jeans and Colt still wearing his button-down dress shirt and slacks were a sight, but she wanted what was beneath the cloth. Heat flushed her face and she worried her lower lip. She frowned. Her gaze roamed between the two, uncertain of what they would say to her demand.

Marc gathered her into his arms and gently laid her in the queen-sized bed. Cool, crisp sheets cushioned her naked body. “I think we can handle that request.” He stroked a finger along her jaw, pulled her lip free from her teeth and stood back from the edge of the bed.

Both men worked off their shirts. Mia held her breath, unable to look away. First Marc exposed well-defined abs and a smooth, broad chest that dipped into a trim waist.

Colt, on the other hand, sported a light dusting of hair along his pecs that trailed the center of his chest only to slip beneath his pants. He turned and tossed his shirt to the side.

Burn scars marred his otherwise beautiful skin. Like Marc’s, she’d heard about the injuries he’d sustained, but to see them first hand…

With the tips of her fingers in his waistband, Mia drew Colt to the edge of the bed where she rose to her knees. With tender kisses she trailed a path over the part of his shoulder she could reach. He enfolded her in his arms and she raised her head to look at him. Shadows from his past darkened his eyes with a pain she would never understand because people like he and Marc put their lives in danger to protect others. And it cost them.

She angled her lips up to capture his in a tender kiss, skimming her lips along the plump flesh before returning to the top of the bed where Marc reclined watching her with Colt.

Marc reached a hand out for her and drew her deeper into his embrace.

“Lie back, darling. Let him see your body.” Mia continued her appraisal of Colt’s lean muscular body. Her gaze traveled a slow path past his belt and locked on his hardened shaft pressed within the confines of his jeans.

Her heart hammered against her chest. Those damn pesky butterflies picked that moment to send a flurry of nerves to brush over her body. Inexperienced woman or not, her body knew what it wanted.

She bit into the flesh of her lip to help calm herself.

She continued her exploration. Colt’s chest wasn’t as broad as Marc’s but just as defined. Perfectly sculpted as if just for her pleasure was more like it. Her mouth watered and she wet her lips, hungry for a taste. They were making her such a wanton woman, but right now she didn’t care.

Colt stepped back a couple of paces and flicked on a secondary light. The play of shadow and light from the double light bulbs in the small room caught the angles of his body. And his tattoo. She ran her gaze over Marc’s deliciously exposed skin.

Correction. Their tattoos…
Dios
, they were sexy as hell. She’d only seen small signs of the design peeking from beneath a sleeve here or there, but she had no idea what the whole thing looked like. Until now. And she definitely didn’t know they had matching tats. She made a mental note to ask about it later.

The mattress dipped with Colt’s weight. Marc nibbled along the seam of her shoulder and neck while Colt took up the space between her legs. He parted her thighs farther. She reclined on her elbows and moved to press her thighs closed.

“No, sweetheart. Let me see your sweet body. Please don’t deny me a taste when I’m so close to heaven.” Colt ran his nose along her inner thigh, pausing just before reaching her pussy, and locked his gaze with hers. Her heart lurched into her throat and her chest restricted with…with what? She didn’t know. Fear. Excitement. The need to come. All the above. The sight of him finally where she’d fantasized about having him for so long made her dizzy and drunk. And a little shy.

The combination caused the butterflies in her stomach to flutter to life all over again. Beyond the job, she considered them good friends and now her protectors. Adding lovers to the package was more than she could have ever hoped for in her life. She hoped karma had more magic at the ready because there was no other way she’d earned such a special spot in their lives without the extra help.