Sunrise For Three: A Military Erotic Romance (Sexy Siesta Series Book 3) (9 page)

Mia held Colt’s warm brown gaze a second longer. The soft lines of his lips moved into a subtle smile and all her reservations, everything holding her heart at bay, melted away.

Yes, karma, fate or whatever higher power out there definitely played a role in bringing her to them.

Unable to hold back any longer, she nodded consent at his silent request, earning her a sexy wink.

She reclined into Marc’s awaiting arms and mouth. From his position behind her, he captured her lips in a sizzling kiss that blazed a path straight to the swollen knot of her clit.

Colt picked that moment to suck her bud between his lips, his long fingers working to part her folds so he could lave at her core. Shock waves of exquisite heat lashed her insides, gathering power over her body.

“Watch him.” Marc commanded with a silky tone to his voice. “Look at how much he enjoys your taste on his tongue.” Marc’s words painted a beautiful picture, but looking at Colt’s expression was priceless. With his eyes closed, he licked and kissed the most intimate part of her body with such reverence. He splayed his fingers along her outer thighs and buttocks, angling her where he wanted her.

“Colt.” She sucked air between clenched teeth. His tongue burned a path between her folds until he reached her clit. Once. Twice. On the third pass she gasped. She couldn’t take another stoke against her swollen bud. “Too much…too fast.” She panted. Marc feathered soft, warm kisses along her shoulder and up the arch of her neck. He trailed his fingers across her midriff, then lower to stroke the jewel in her bellybutton. “
Dios, por favor
.” Pressure built in her core. Her back bowed. She shuddered, unable to hold back any longer.

A chuckle, dark with heated desire came from Marc. “Oh, darling, there’s no one here that can save you from his sweet torture.”

Her eyes glazed over and she surrendered to the pure addiction filling her veins. After this, there was no way she would get enough of their poison. Their touch. Their kisses and affection was her drug. All lethal to her body. And everything she craved. She relinquished control wholly and completely.

Colt moaned his agreement to Marc’s words against her center. The vibrations added to the overload of sensations rocketing her closer to the edge. Ragged breaths tore from her chest.

With his forefinger and thumb, Marc pinched one nipple and gathered the other between his lips.  She dug her heels into the mattress when his day-old stubble grazed her sensitive breast. She thrashed from side to side, burying one hand in Marc’s hair, the other in Colt’s.

“You’re pure ambrosia on my tongue.” Colt pressed closer, placing tender kisses along her bare folds. “I like you waxed, sweetheart. All the more of you I get to eat.” He ran a finger down her seam, stopping along her heated entrance. He teased her, rimming the outside, working his way in with a single finger. Her heart kicked up and she tightened her grip on their hair.

It drove her men to respond in kind.

Marc drew her nipple deeper into the confines of his mouth as Colt sank first one finger, then another, stretching her tight opening. Deep masculine groans washed over her.

“I want you. Both of you. Now. Please don’t make me wait.”

“Not yet, sweetheart. There’s no time, but soon. Let me pleasure you like this for now.”

Colt wrapped his lips around her clit and pulled.

It was her undoing.

She fell into the waiting arms of her two men. Pulse after pulse of pure ecstasy consumed her mind and body. A force so strong there was no containing its power.

“Easy, Mia, we’ve got you,” Marc murmured close to her ear and she fell softly back to earth, overwhelmed from the overload of sensations bombarding her. Never in her wildest—okay, maybe in her wildest dreams—did she see herself with two men.

Her body hummed in the afterglow of their ministrations. Colt and his expert tongue could feast on her anytime. And Marc,
Dios mío, ¡Que Rico!
. The man knew his way around a woman’s breasts.

The worries of the day washed away on the tail of pure calm. Tears rimmed her eyes and she blinked them back. A blanket of calm wrapped around her and she worked harder to contain her emotions. The last thing she wanted to do was burst out with the waterworks.

Colt crawled up the length of her outstretched body to join them at the top of the bed. He trailed kisses along her thigh, up her stomach and a single kiss for each of her nipples and finally ended with one on her lips. She could taste her juices. It was erotic and nothing she would have done before Marc and Colt.

Her nerves settled into a rhythmic hum of satisfaction. They made her feel something she’d never felt before—safe and cherished. Marc with his gentle kisses and Colt’s sweet administrations, with them this near there was nothing that could touch her.

“
Dios, me sube el corazón cada vez qué me tocas
.” She cupped first Marc’s face then Colt’s. “Your fingers, your touch, your lips… everything you do to me makes my heart start and stop until I don’t know anything but your touches.”

“You have the voice of an angel, darling.” Marc drew her into his embrace and planted his lips on hers. He stroked his tongue along the seam and she willingly opened. He pushed forward, devouring her with each slow pass of his tongue.

“And you taste like one too.” He pulled back with a wicked glint in his eyes.

“Agreed.” Colt pushed up off the bed. “We’ll be landing soon, sweetheart, but don’t think for a second that this is the end.” He gave her a wink then strode across the small room and scooped up their clothing. “As much as we’d like to keep you naked, I’d kill anyone else that laid eyes on your beautiful body.”

Marc stood and offered her a hand. He helped her up and she started the ritual of redressing, amazed at their versatile talents.

Because of their wicked Recon training she’d managed to escape a burning house, outrun trigger-happy
bastardos
and all without her getting a single scratch. To top off the evening, Marc and Colt had thoroughly seduced her until every fiber in her body relaxed under their attentions.

A muffled blast of music filled the small room and she smiled as the Dukes of Hazzard theme song cut into their comfortable silence.

Marc slipped his hand into his pocket and answered his ring tone. “Dangere.”

A deep voice carried over the speakerphone. One she recognized from earlier. Joel, if she recalled. Her mind was still hazy from the day’s events and no way she had it all together after that mind-blowing release.

“Hey man, just got off the phone with the sheriff. Said he called you already.”

“Right. Got anything else?”

“It’s not good, man. This shit is fucked up. Royally.”

“What do ya have?”

“Bullet casings.”

“Fingerprints?”

“Negative, but get a load of this. The casings found at Mia’s had markings on them. Markings I’ve run across in only one place. South of the border about six months ago. This shit just got a lot deeper.”

“How deep we talking?”

“Mexican fucking cartel deep. How the hell did your woman get caught up in this shit?”

Her mind took in the information, but faltered at how Joel referred to her as theirs. Reality settled over her. If she did this, for however long it lasted, her relationship with two men would be known. By all accounts, that should worry her, but she couldn’t summon the nervous feeling from earlier.

Tension knotted in her stomach as she watched Marc’s expression fade into his normal cool and calm, no hint of any emotion to speak of. Was it her imagination or was he pulling away from her and so quickly after their time together, or was it just how he operated?

She dipped her head to hide the hurt and focused on the new information.

She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and bit the inside of her lip. Joel’s words stunned the hell out of her. She hadn’t been to her native country since childhood. And there was no way she’d run in that kind of circle on either side of the border.

The grim lines from earlier returned and marred both men’s expressions. Full-fledged warriors flanked her now and they were pissed. Thank God that anger wasn’t aimed at her.

Colt rocked on his heels next to her, his arms crossed, his head lowered as he took in the new information.

“Anything on the partial plate I caught?” she asked, her eyes trained on the phone.

Joel didn’t miss a beat. “No, ma’am. Not yet anyway. It might be a long shot since the van and tag were probably stolen.”

She nodded even though she knew he couldn’t see her. “
Gracias
, Joel.”

“
De nada,
Mia. Marc, Colt, I’ll keep my ear to the ground. I have a couple of contacts in Mexico I can call.”

“How much longer do you have before you pull out?”

“Forty-eight hours left. Hell of a way to spend some down time, huh?”

“Appreciate the help, man. See you on the flip side.”

“Count on it, bro.”

Marc ended the call, and both men turned, nailing her with quizzical looks.
Geez
. It was amazing how in sync they were, if not a little scary. She’d seen it before, one completing the other’s thoughts or performing the same motion, but to be on the receiving end was a whole other enchilada.

Colt took the lead and voiced the last question she never thought would be tied to a girl like her. “Mia, sweetheart, mind telling us how you managed to piss off a Mexican drug lord?”

Chapter Four

Mia dug her toes deeper into the cool sand, her gaze leveled on the calm waters of Puerto Vallarta. They had landed a little over an hour ago in the quaint Mexican beach town, but she could be in Alaska right now for all it mattered. After the men cleared the perimeter, she’d made a beeline for the water and hadn’t moved since.

She mentally recapped the last hour. For the entire ride from the airport to their safe house, Marc and Colt had peppered her with questions she had no answers for.

Do you have any family members that might have joined with the Mexican drug cartels
?

Do you have any friends that could link you to any organizations beyond the border or possibly in the States?

The answer was the same for all of them. No. Contrary to what everyone thought about Latin families not everyone had a big posse of relatives. Mia shook her head, trying to make sense of it all.

Frustration bit at her resolve and her chin quivered. She ran through the questions again, searching for any connection that tied her to the craziness of the past twenty-four hours of her life.

She fisted her fingers in her hair and sank her head to her knees, the beginnings of a headache working the fringes of her mind.

She inhaled a lungful of salty sea air and her shoulders relaxed slightly. She raised her head and rested her chin on her folded arms. Dawn breached the horizon and the sky brightened with indigo and fuchsia. She loved watching sunrises on any other day, but today she only feared what the new day would bring to her doorstep.

Still wearing her borrowed sweatpants and T-shirt, Mia pulled the elastic cuffs of her pants over her calves and let the fresh air cool her skin.

Over the years, she’d taken several self-defense lessons, but how could she defend herself against something like a freaking Mexican drug cartel? Trepidation slinked a slimy path across her mind. The simple fact was she couldn’t.

Marc and Colt were the only people she knew that could deal with the extraordinary circumstances. Looking back, she was so foolish to think she could have stayed at home without their protection.

With bullets zipping by her head and explosions devouring her house to an ash grave, between both men she never doubted her safety. Ghost sensations of their distraction methods tickled a trail of anticipation along her spine. Colt had promised that their little demonstration on board their private jet was only the beginning.

She scooped a handful of sand and lets the tiny grains flit through her fingers and be carried away on the wind. If only she could get time to stand still right here and right now. Locked away with two warriors who obviously expressed more than a professional interest in her would be the easiest solution to all her problems. Mia laughed at herself. The release felt so good she rocked back and let out a heartfelt laugh that reached deep down into her belly. She’d almost slept with not one but two fucking drop dead gorgeous men after getting death threats, being shot at and losing everything she owned in this world.

She could still laugh, but it quickly fell away. Something was up with Marc though. They way he pulled back into himself so quickly worried her and if she asked him, he would only give her a cagey look. She’d be better off asking a rock for answers. Or Colt. Maybe he’d give her a little insight as to what bothered his best friend.

Mia rose and dusted off the damp sand clinging to her sweats. Determination elbowed out the self-doubt and fear, and she straightened her shoulders. She hadn’t gotten this far in life only to let some damn criminal intimidate her and push her out of her home. She quickly amended the thought. She had every right to be petrified of the Uzi-toting bad guys, but she had help and she intended to take full advantage of that fact. In more ways than one.

A small smile played at the corners of her mouth. If nothing else, today reminded her that tomorrow was never promised. Faint memories of her father’s warm laugh and vanilla-scented pipe tobacco danced across her mind.
Sí,
everything could change in a blink of an eye. If she waited, who knew where they would be tomorrow or even an hour from now.

Mia turned on her heel and crossed the small distance between the beach and the back patio of the villa Marc and Colt had secured for them. Speaking of, both Marines sat facing her, their sunglasses masking their eyes from her.

“I’d like to take a shower, if that’s all right,
por favor
.”

“Make yourself at home, darling. Bathroom is on the top floor to the left. Use the one in the master suite.”

“You’ll find a T-shirt and another pair of sweats in the drawers to change into. Sorry there’s not anything else, but we’ll remedy that today.”

“
Está bien”
, don’t worry. Clothing is the least of my problems.” She added a seductive infliction to her accent and raked her gaze over Marc’s body for good measure. No way she’d let him shut her out. Not if she could help it. Damn those glasses, she’d kill to see into his eyes right now.

Mia walked over to where Colt sat and trailed her fingers along the defined muscles of his arm, across his broad shoulders and down the other arm. She leaned in and brushed her lips against his in a feathery kiss of seduction. Without breaking a step, she moved to where Marc sat opposite Colt and settled in his lap. She slipped her arms around his neck and dipped her head to claim her taste of him.

Mia pulled back and peeled back his glasses to hold his gaze. Her lips hovered a whisper away from his, teasing him closer.

She trailed a finger along his stubbled jaw then stood, never breaking eye contact as she continued on her way up the stairs opposite the back doors that opened to the patio. With her foot braced on the bottom stair, she blew them each a single kiss. Even from this distance she could feel their heat radiate out and it wasn’t from the tropical sun that now poured down on her men.

Her heart quivered and she inhaled deeply to calm her nerves. Such intensity and it had a straight connection to her core. Her stomach dipped, sending a flush of fire through her body.

She tore her gaze from theirs and forced herself to move. But their game of seduction was far from over. It was up to them now to follow her. But first she needed that shower.

***

COLT grunted and shifted his weight from one side to the other. He hissed from the pressure of his jeans against his dick. The damn thing was like granite thanks to Mia. Those amber eyes and the way she moved that tight little ass in Marc’s sweats. Damn, he wanted to sink himself into her sweet heat and never come up for air. She was their pure Heaven.

He leaned his elbows on the round glass table positioned on the back patio and braced himself for impact.

“What the fuck are we doing, man?” And there it was. A war raged in Marc’s eyes and it looked like he was on the losing end from the sound of his edgy tone. Mia had gotten to him and Colt knew that had to throw the other man off-kilter too.

“Not a clue. But I don’t think I can stop.” A smile stretched his lips despite his best efforts to bank the drive to seek out Mia and her sweet kisses again. “I can still taste her on my tongue and all I can think of is getting back between her legs for another drink. My dick is damn near busting out of my zipper I’m so hard, and don’t try to lie about how she affects you.” Colt raked a hand through is hair and leveled his attention on the man that sat across from him. Frown lines creased his eyebrows, which was the first signal to a coming argument. Ten years together in the CORP allowed a few insights, and reading the man’s telltale signs were one of them.

“You’re doing it again, man. Stop over analyzing everything.” Colt worked to keep the growing frustration from his tone.

He and Marc had been through some rough times together and that put it mildly. War had a damn strong way of bonding a unit and its members. They’d quickly become friends and now partners, but if Marc wanted to throw on the brakes before they even left the damn parking lot, Colt would have no problem in giving his best friend a pounding.

Colt angled his head to keep the beach in his peripheral while he waited for Marc to gather his words. “Just let it happen, Marc. You saw how easy the three of us fit together. You had no problem earlier and I can see how she affects you.”

“That’s what scares the shit out of me, man. It’s too easy and I can’t keep away from her. That kind of power is dangerous.” Marc leaned forward, slipping his glasses into place once again. He reclined and folded his arms across his chest. Classic Marc move when something weighed on his chest.
Fuck.
“There’s something different about her. I get it.”

“Not everything is supposed to be hard.” Colt stood up and shoved his fists into the pockets of his jeans. He had to do something or he’d be tempted to give the man a good wake-up call.

“Fuck it. Look, Marc, Mia’s not like the others. You’re right. She’s different on so many levels. Give her a chance to prove it, if that’s what you need. We’ve chewed on this topic for the last six months and there’s no going back after what we’ve already shared with her.”

“Do you really want to go through with this? Taking her? Damn man, what if...”

“What if she leaves like Heather? I know that’s what you’re thinking. She left us a year ago, Marc. And if she wants to leave…well, then that’s up to her. Not a damn thing we can do about it, but I’ll tell you one thing. While we’re here figuring the clusterfuck of a situation out, I’m not going to sit around waiting for you to grow a set. We decided a hell of a long time ago that our fucked up way of life is the way it is. We are who we are, Marc. Not many accept it. Heather is one of them. Time to move on. If you want to back out, go your separate way, no hard feelings. But if you want something real, Mia’s upstairs naked and fucking horny for us. That’s enough for me. For now. Everything else will play out like it’s supposed to. Or not, hell I’m not a fucking fortune teller. I’m just not waiting around anymore.”

With that thrown out there, Colt did an about-face and crossed the threshold to what awaited him upstairs. They had a lot of work to do to nail down the group behind the threat on Mia’s life, but it was all in the hands of their team at the moment.

For now, they had to shift gears for their afternoon meeting with the Jalisco governor. Training the federal police of Mexico as private contractors would look damn good on their portfolio, a topic that was hitting a little too close to home since the revelations of the past few hours.

His fists ached to give the fucker after Mia a good pounding, but today’s meeting was a bigger move toward taking the bastards down for good.

He took the last steps that led him to where Mia showered and his mind looped back to his talk with Marc.
Damn.
He had better ways of spending his morning than going over the same old argument with him. The man would have to make up his own mind.

***

MIA tilted her head back and let the warm stream of water work over her body like a lover’s touch, loosening the knots of tension until the remnants of yesterdays stress dissipated.

She stepped out of the spray of water and moved closer to the window. The wall of glass bricks broke away to reveal the panoramic view of the ocean just beyond the large open window directly opposite of her. It was love at first sight.

From the second floor she could see in either direction of the empty beach. Since arriving, she hadn’t seen anyone walk along the sandy shore. The guys’ private spread was like a hidden gem. Peace had no price, especially this morning and she lavished in the cool ocean breeze along her wet body.

Captivated by the water, she watched the waves break against the sand, the thunderous vibrations working their way inside her, amping her libido notch by notch.

What are you doing here, chica?

Taking it an hour at a time. It’s the best she could do.

Where was her sister when she needed her? Did it matter? Probably wouldn’t do her any good. Ema would tell her she was out of her flipping mind and she’d agree. But she was too deep to turn around now. Not that she really wanted to.

As if on cue, butterflies fluttered along the walls of her insides until a heat flushed over her body that had her taking a deep breath. How could she forget how Marc and Colt made her feel? How could she not want more of the same?

But where were they?

If she was a betting woman, she would have said five minutes tops before the men were in here with her, but close to fifteen minutes had passed since she’d climbed the stairs alone. She let out a sigh. Men could be so frustrating. What if they were regretting their little foreplay last night on board their plane? What if they realized making a pass at their assistant was a bad idea after all?

Mia turned to the water for another rinse. Instead, she crashed nose first into a wall of naked muscle. Strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. Water cascaded over her face, and she sputtered to catch her breath.

A masculine chuckle worked over her, the sound as soothing as the large hands holding her steady.

She didn’t need to see him to know which one was in the shower with her. “Colt, damn you. You scared me to death.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. The view was too beautiful to tamper with.”

“You should give a warning next time you plan on sneaking up on me.”