His By Sunrise: A Military Erotic Romance (Sexy Siesta Series Book 1) (6 page)

Now to see how he played. She had a feeling this was only a teaser, and tonight would be the beginning of a long life filled with passion filled adventure.

She closed her eyes, ready for this moment.

“No. Don’t close your eyes. Look at me, sweetheart. Look at us,” he said in a raspy voice. His hardened cock bounced lightly off his abdomen. Veins bulged along the shaft. The swollen tip oozed pre-cum that made her mouth water for another taste of him. Not one to waste an opportunity, Isabella sat up and cupped his balls with her left hand while her other hand claimed her property.

Slowly she slipped her tongue out to catch the bead of pre-cum she milked from the tip. Salty mixed with a flavor made of pure male. Isabella repeated the motion, her reward another drop. She moaned and threw her head back to look up at Blake. He kneeled before her, every muscle straining for control. Golden firelight played off the sheer layer of sweat coating his skin. Each crevice and contour of his body on display for her.

“I’m going to take you, Isabella. Hard and long, sweetheart.” She watched as he grabbed a condom from a box she hadn’t seen on the end table earlier. He slid the barrier around his thick shaft then eased her down. Poised above her, he fisted his cock, guiding it to her entrance. Her heart thundered in her ears ready for the rush of pleasure. Impatient, she wrapped her hand around his. “Make me scream then.”

Challenge accepted. In one fluid movement he sank balls deep into her core, fusing their bodies.

Her eyes began to flutter shut. “No. Watch as I take you,” he commanded in a tone that called to her submissive side once again. She wanted to explore what it all meant, but later when she could think clearly and give voice to her little fantasies.

She drank in his every move, watching as his muscles rippled with each thrust. He pumped his cock in long, powerful strokes. Isabella held her breath with each withdrawal, and each time he slammed home he pushed her closer to the edge. Ready to fall over the cliff and never look back, she sank her fingers into the flesh of his shoulders.

He slowed to gentle movements. “God, I want you so much, baby. I’m talking whole fucking nine yards. If you’ll have me” He held her gaze, “And if you’re not ready, Bella, I’ll wait.”

He wrapped her tighter in his embrace. She’d never felt so loved, so wanted in her entire life. “We can look for another house; even move to the city on a permanent basis if that would make you happier.”

A kaleidoscope of emotions fought for her attention as his words sank in. He wanted her. She was as much his key to happiness as he was hers.

“Never.” She cupped his face and smiled at the confused look her words caused. “What I meant to say is, I would never want to leave here. Not after tonight, anyway. This house carries too many memories to walk away from.” She paused to gather her words, hoping she could say them all before the tears struck. “Let’s make our own. Not to forget, but to give life back to us both. I think it’s what Adrian would want, too.”

He intertwined their fingers. Through blurry eyes, she soaked in the love that had always been a part of them, now set free.

Everything came to a head with her in his arms and his cock balls deep in her pussy. She probably wouldn’t ever understand her brother’s reasons for wanting them apart, but she fully believed he would be happy for them. That she could live with.

Blake rolled them over. With a firm grip on her thighs, he guided her onto him. Hot liquid seeped from her core. Watching him shudder with the pleasure she gave him jacked up her desire tenfold.

Her pussy clenched around his dick with each withdrawal and again with each thrust. She stared into his eyes and fell for him all over again. Her heart raced, ready to explode with the love that swelled inside her.

“Come for me, my sweet Bella.” He clasped her nipples between his fingers and pinched. Raw energy shot to her clit. Pure ecstasy rippled through her body. “I need you, Blake. I don’t know how long I can last.” She forced out the words, unable to focus from the tension building in her core.

“Let yourself go, baby.”

She anchored herself to his words, finally ready to fly. So she did.

Small ripples swiftly transformed to full-on quakes that started at her center. He pulled her down to devour her moans as she fell over the edge. Power radiated between them, its force stronger than any bond forged in steel.

He slipped a hand between them. He found her swollen bud and rubbed a circular caress with his finger, eliciting a moan from her.

She broke their kiss and straightened to take in his full length. She rode his shaft, faster. Harder.

Head thrown back, she lost any sliver of control she held onto, only able to focus on their joined bodies.

Taut muscles rippled beneath her hands as she braced herself on his chest. She loved the banked power he exuded. His expression of wild abandon for her sent another pulse of desire through her core. She moved her hands to cover his where they gripped her thighs, and rocked. With one last thrust he claimed her, releasing his sperm within the condom’s barrier.

Images of a family life with Blake tickled the back of her mind. She could see little brown haired green-eyed babies in their future. Maybe even sooner than they both expected.

Time stood still, marked only by the chimes of the old grandfather clock signaling the early morning hour.

Spent, Isabella soaked in the small aftershocks pulsing through her body. Weak from her release, she rested her head on his chest. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, her own beating just as hard.

Blake turned his head toward the big bay window flanking the fireplace. She followed his gaze to see the dawn tinge the night sky with hues of orange and indigo. All signs of any storm long gone.

“By sunrise.” His words vibrated through his chest and into her. “I kept my promise.” Words full of pride.

Blake moved Isabella to lie beside him while he disposed of the spent condom. She drank in the view of his wide shoulders that tapered down to a well-chiseled waist.
All mine
.

She reached out and fingered the dark lines of his tattoo inked across the width of his right arm. A wicked skull backed by two crossbones and encompassed by three words.
Swift. Silently. Deadly
. A symbol that marked him a warrior. Her warrior. He’d gone into war against himself for her—for them—and came out on top.

She smiled at her own pun. Everything felt right. She released a sigh as she watched him rise from their love nest. Which reminded her, someone had planned tonight, at least the love nest part.

She watched him stride across the room to where the Christmas tree stood opposite the crackling fire. Each step marked with confidence.

A flicker of light caught her attention as he reached for one ornament that dangled mid-tree. Colorful lights danced off the faceted glass globe as if it were touched by magic.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart. I have something for you.”

****

BLAKE lowered himself in front of Isabella. He reached for her hand and rested it in his bigger one. So delicate. How could he ever manage to let such a flower walk away from him? Just the thought sent him over the edge with so much fear he damn near choked.

Parched after the self-imposed drought, he drank in every inch of her bared skin. Just so fucking beautiful with her hair ruffled and her lips swollen from his kisses.

He brushed a finger against the smooth skin of her stomach, eliciting a gasp. The mixture of heritage in her family gifted her with the most exotic of combinations. Emerald eyes silky brown hair and milk chocolate skin that glowed from their lovemaking. Made his mouth water for a taste.

“No peeking, sweetheart.”

She raised her hands. With her eyes still closed she ran her fingers along his face slowly as if memorizing every inch. She moved her hands up then buried her fingers in his hair, tugging just enough to get his attention. She gifted him with the mischievous laugh of hers he loved so much.

“Be careful, baby. You push me too far, too fast, and I’ll have you turned around and wrapped around my cock again.” His words sent a pretty flush of pink up her body and across her breasts. Plum-colored nipples jutted out, begging for his attention.

His stubbornness had almost cost him this moment, this chance. His father had tried to tell him, but he’d refused to listen

If he could get his head out of his ass long enough, he might stand a chance at a life worth living.

No balls, no glory
.

“A lifetime without you truly scares the shit out of me, Bella.” His words opened her eyes so her gaze landed on his. “When I saw your resignation, and that new work contract…” His words stuck in his throat. Too damn hard to swallow, so he spit them out. “When I saw you were leaving, I panicked. For too long, I’ve played the protector while keeping you at a distance. It’s all I allowed myself, afraid of moving on from the past.” He shrugged, unable to put to words just how fucked up in the head he was.

He placed his hands on her shoulders to help her sit up and recline against the sofa behind her. He waited as she gathered a soft blanket around her before continuing. “Isabella, you’ve held my heart in your hands from the moment I met you. Your big green eyes pulled me in and haven’t let me go since.”

Still holding her hand, he eased back the lid to the ornament-shaped box he clasped. “I meant it when I asked you before. You’re the one for me, baby. I can’t take another day of you not being mine.”

Tears swelled in her eyes causing a whirlwind of emotions within him as well.

“Isabella Marie, will you take me as your husband?”

She threw herself into his arms. Perched only on one knee, he fell back and cushioned her weight. Her lips descended on his. The force she used to convey her emotions knocked the air right out of him. Luck or fate, he didn’t know, but he sure as hell wouldn’t waste another minute.

He wrapped his arms around her and hoisted her to straddle his waist. This was fast becoming his favorite position. “So I take that as a yes?”

“
Si mì amor
. Oh, Blake, yes. Yes.”He gathered her hand in his once more. Gently, if not reverently, he eased the diamond engagement ring around her finger.

“Do I want to know how you managed an engagement ring on such short notice?” The tease pulled her beautiful lips into a smirk that made him want to kiss her over and over again.

“It took a few favors, ones I’ll probably be paying back for years to come, a couple run red lights and a parking ticket, but I managed just fine, don’t you think?”

Her eyes lit up with such joy he didn’t ever want to see them filled with pain again. Especially if he could help it.

“
Te amo
.”

With those two words he was home. “Love you too,
amor
.” His Spanish sounded rough and little off-key even to his ears, but the giggle for his efforts, and the way her breasts swayed in front of him made it worthwhile. No way could he resist plucking the sweet plums with his mouth.

“Now, about that resignation. I think a spanking is in order.”

THE END

Dear Reader, Thank you for reading His By Sunrise! I hope you enjoyed it! If you liked this book, please consider rating it or possibly writing a review. Your rating or reviews help readers discover new authors and/or books. Thanks again for your interest and support! Keep reading for an excerpt from Tequila Sunset, the second Sexy Siesta. (Note: All Sexy Siestas stand alone and can be read out of order.)

Tequila Sunset Blurb:

What happens in Cabos stays in Cabos…

Lieutenant Gabriel Daniels is through waiting. Celebrating the wedding of his best friend, he’s determined to win the heart of one stubborn sexy Latina. He’s ready to throw down until she sees things his way. But when danger arises and threatens to take her away from him, he’ll stop at nothing to secure her safety first. Even if it means going toe to toe with a Mexican drug lord to prove the power of his love.

No one understands heartache like Esmeralda Vega. Losing her father to war and her mother to alcoholism, Esmeralda doesn’t believe in opening her heart to love. Left alone to raise her sister and carry on the family business, Esmeralda  is faced with losing everything if she doesn’t find an investor, and soon. When opportunity knocks, she answers, unwittingly opening negotiations with a wanted drug lord. A night of drinks and celebrating quickly turns deadly, forcing her to accept more than she bargained for.

Can Gabriel rescue Esmeralda from the clutches of evil and convince her a US Marine is just right for her in only one night?

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Chapter One

Lieutenant Gabriel Daniels was going to kill his best friend and end up in a Mexican jail before the night was through.

He turned the offensive shot glass around several more times, looking for the best angle to drink along with all the other guests in the room. Didn’t seem to matter. Every way he tried, he either got a mouthful of ear or ass.

Didn’t really surprise him though. Compared to the jokes Lucas pulled on them back on base, this was tame. This just proved there was nothing sacred when it came to a man’s funny bone.

Giving up, Gabriel pushed the burro-shaped shot glass to the side and turned toward the room full of wedding guests. Taller than most, he scanned the heavily decorated room with no problem. Tables covered with bold reds, golds, and royal blues took over the majority of the space with a glimpse of cream silk here or there.

Warm air flowed through the makeshift reception hall, the heavy smell of salty sea air a balm to his overworked mind. Coming off a year without leave took a toll on a man no matter how badass the Marine was. Truth be told, he didn’t see much use in time off when there was nothing keeping him tied down. His CO saw it differently. Something about burnout…

So here he was, eight hundred miles south of the border, drinking tequila out of an ass, or trying to anyway. There was some irony there, but it would take looking deeper than he liked to find it.

Warm wooden floors eased up to wide-open partitions with whole sections removed to allow a better view of the Pacific and its long sandy beaches. From what he gathered, the place served the residents of Cabos as a quaint beachside restaurant. A few hours and a little feminine touch from one particular Vega family member had transformed the old town’s local dive into a festive place fit for a good Mexican shindig notorious for lasting long past any sensible hour and bordering insane.

Multicolored decorations hung from the
palapa
-style ceiling and swayed in the lazy breeze. Her touch lingered in every lovingly-placed detail. From the red roses offset by the white roses to the silk ribbons and candles. The woman had a flare for colors and textures that amazed him. And that’s who he looked for now, Esmeralda Vega.

He scanned the room again but couldn’t pinpoint a firm location on her now that the official ceremony was over. Everyone had been in a hurry to usher out the newly married couple and move on to the festivities of the evening. He included. Tropical weather and tuxedoes didn’t mesh in his world, any world if you asked him, and the faster he ditched the suffocating monkey suit and into his civies the better.

Still no sign…

He’d first caught a glimpse of her in passing as he handed over his keys to the valet back at the church. The sexy little temptress casually waltzed right past him with only an air kiss and a wink as a hello. Given how they last said hello, with a bottle of her favorite tequila in her hotel room after her cousin’s birthday party over six months ago, he’d expected a little more. And she knew it.

It was a testament to his years in the service that kept him focused during the ceremony as she stood across from him as maid of honor and he the best man, her attention zeroed in on him. Or parts of him. Her gaze darted between his cock and mouth so many times there was no way his dick missed the memo. Thank God his jacket covered him, or the rocking grandma to his left cranking out the tunes on the piano would have had an eyeful.

To top off the fuck-tacular job he was doing as best man, toward the end, he fumbled taking the ring out of his too-damn-small jacket pocket—give him his dress blues any day.

With a hard tug of his hand he’d quickly produced the ring, but he didn’t miss Esmeralda’s faint giggle. Or the death stare from the groom.

He cringed just thinking about it. The guys would rip him hard for being such a damn klutz, but that flirtatious laugh of hers eased inside him and touched a part of his heart he thought closed off for good due to his grade-A asshole of a father who thought taking lit cigarettes to a child was good sport. The bastard wouldn’t stop until he’d made Gabriel cry, and sometimes that didn’t even stop him.

Gabriel ran a hand down one arm then the other out of habit. The red, puckered marks were almost faded, but nothing could erase the mental scars.

That ugly world had no place here. He raked a hand through his hair, pushed back from the table he shared with five other guests, and stood, watching as the band ushered in the start of an all-nighter filled with heavy drinking and dancing.

Low chords made to reach into a man’s soul strummed into the night. The heavy beat of the ocean waves added to the sensual vibe of the first song. A tango. Wasn’t his strong suit, but he could hold his own thanks to a very dedicated dance instructor—a.k.a. his mother.

Gabriel turned to the side opposite the band, catching the hint of a melodious voice on the warm air currents. It reminded him of silk sheets and passion. Delicate, rich, and exotic. Her words marked with a Latin inflection that cranked up the sultriness no matter what she said.

His gaze flitted over the crowd, this time honing in on the real music to his ears.

There. To his three o’clock.

He watched, mesmerized by the lovely Latina dressed in a knee-length skirt. With every move, the sequins decorating the front of her strappy top captured the sun. Waves of warm light danced around her like magic. Over the last year they’d been seeing one another, she’d definitely cast a spell over him.

A rush of heat hit his system and his balls drew up tight, remembering the treasures hidden beneath all those hand-stitched sequins.

During the ceremony wild fantasies played out in his mind like a nonstop train with how her full-length royal blue gown for the wedding damn near made love to her figure.

But the number she’d chosen for the after party outlined every feminine curve of her heavy breasts and teased him with a view of her shapely, tanned legs. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

He straightened his pants a little to the right. Esmeralda provoked the same reaction from him each time they were together. And this time was no different. Her soft lips turned up in a radiant smile that lit her beautiful chocolate-colored eyes with a tenderness that never ceased to amaze him. She was a picture of sensual elegance compared to his brute self, for damn sure.

Anticipating Esmeralda’s path, he pushed through the growing crowd, his target the bar in the corner, conveniently situated next to an exit he intended to use.
Nice.

“Hey there.” Gabriel leaned on his elbow and flashed a grin at the barista. No matter where in the world the job took him or his unit, the grin worked in any language. “You gotta have something better than this glass to drink out of, right?” He passed over the little burro double shooter and dialed up the Don Juan for the faux red-haired lady behind the bar.

“Hmmm…
es possible, señor
,” she said with a tease and a flutter of lashes. At another point in time he’d be working his mojo on her, ready for a love ‘em and leave ‘em all-nighter. Lately though, his mind kept wandering back to one specific, foxy
señorita
. Talk about a major cock block. Six months since his last sweet taste, and all he could think about was one more night with
her
.

“
Gracias
. Anything you have will do, and if you could make it two?” Gabe glanced to his right, quickly locating his target. He followed her slow progress his direction. Or he tried. Would’ve been easier if some slick with a fine taste for custom-made suits well above his pay grade hadn’t blocked his view.

He pushed himself up from the bar and eased around for a better look. Hands Gabriel bet were as greasy as the stranger’s slicked-back hair stroked the outer part of Esmeralda’s arm, slowly making a move farther south.

The stranger worked first his hand then his arm around her waist, guiding her onto the dance floor, pulling her close.

Gabriel cocked his head.
Son-of-a-bitch
. Anger clawed at his insides as recognition dawned. If his talent for facial recognition held any salt, the man currently pawing Ema was a wanted man.

He turned for a better angle.

Gabriel knew that face and the name that went with it. He’d memorized every fucking line of it when he, Lucas, and the rest of their team had been called in to help the LAPD take down a drug lord running powder north of the border and into Gabriel’s country a little less than a year ago.

Their CO had labeled the mission textbook. Get in, add a little muscle to support the local LAPD, and get out. That was before Bougainvillea took a young woman as leverage.

Pain stabbed at his insides. His fingers clenched and unclenched several times. Sweat trickled down his spine.

After suiting up, they’d pinpointed the dirt-bag’s location in less than an hour, cornering him in with his goons in an apartment complex. Between his captain and himself, they’d dropped five tangos, both men taking a bullet in the process.

He’d been the first one through the door, followed by three unit members. Blood covered the back wall opposite the door from the young woman’s body that lay on the floor lifeless. Bullet holes riddled her torso from where Bougainvillea had used her as a human shield.

They’d fanned out, searching for Bougainvillea, but what they turned up was a whole different nightmare. Three other women with their bodies split open from breastbones to pelvises. Traces of powder provided proof of what Bougainvillea had used them for. Mules for his product. Once they served their purpose, he moved on.

They hadn’t. Gabriel’s stomach pitched at the vileness.

His heart pounded. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
Chill the fuck out, man. Ema can handle herself. And if she can’t, I’m ready, willing, and able.

But she didn’t seem to mind the hand or the guy now leading her off to the middle of the dance floor. Then again, she didn’t know the devil she danced with.

Red picked that moment to slide a slender glass double shooter across the bar filled with Mexican gold liquid. He caught the shot and tossed back its content. He didn’t know if the woman could read minds or if his face had murder written on it, but her timing was impeccable.

“His name is Carlos Bougainvillea.” She confirmed what he already knew.

Gabe nodded his reply. While they’d taken down the puppets, their master had slipped past them and it fucking boiled his blood.

“If he is dancing with that woman,” Red gestured toward Ema. “…errr, that,
mì amigo
,…it’s a
problema
.”

No screaming eagle shit
.

No amount of broken English could hide the worry in her tone.

“I’m woman and I see,
señor
. And Bougainvillea, too,” Red added with a small lift to her shoulder. “
Con cuidado, señor
. Be careful, he’s a jealous man. Powerful. And your
amiga
is beautiful.”

A dangerous combination that didn’t lead to anywhere good. No way he’d let Bougainvillea anywhere near Ema.

Red’s words sent chills down his spine. He was well-acquainted with danger, but never with a loved one in the middle. On leave and in Mexico, there wasn’t really a damn thing he could do about it, and that fucking burned him alive. Red poured another double before walking off to tend the other guests.

Well suck me sideways
.

He jacked back the liquid and welcomed the burn that came with it. Electricity flooded his chest and seeped down into his veins. Time to see what his woman had stepped into and ruffle some local feathers in the process.

The tango eased into a hot salsa number made for seduction. He had to get to her. Just the thought of that fucker touching Ema the way Gabriel’s dirty mind pictured touching her to this beat brought murder to mind. He pushed through the crowed, earning a few muttered curses as the rhythm picked up.
Fuck ‘em
.

“Pardon me.” He blocked Bougainvillea’s next step, preventing him from taking their dance farther into the center of the floor. “I believe the lady promised this dance to me. Right, Ema?” He turned to the sable-haired woman currently staring up at him, her face flushed a pretty pink. The soft brown eyes he remembered were replaced with wild fire ready to burn, something he’d never seen in her before. And it made his cock stand at attention. He was so damn tempted to lower his head and taste her ruby lips just to see if the rest of her burned as hot as the fire in her eyes. Getting burned by her would be worth the pain.

He fisted his hands by his sides to keep them in check.

A low cough brought him out of his thoughts of dance-floor foreplay and back to the matter at hand.

Growing up, he never had much to call his own. Not with a father who wasted every dime on cigarettes and booze. But he’d learned something from the broken man despite the old man’s best efforts to trash his life.

He’d learned how to fight for what he wanted. It was what took him from boot camp to recon, and he had no plans on backing off the fight now. He and Ema never talked about anything close to a family but if it ever happened—God how he hoped it did—they would fight for something better.