Sunrise For Three: A Military Erotic Romance (Sexy Siesta Series Book 3) (11 page)

BOOK: Sunrise For Three: A Military Erotic Romance (Sexy Siesta Series Book 3)
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Hot liquid wet their hands and all she could think was that next time she wanted that in her mouth.
Dios
, she was turning into such a minx. She took in his sultry smile and ragged breathing. She’d done that to him. Made him as hot for her as she was for them.

Hmm. She liked balancing the scales.

Marc clamped her clit between two fingers and pinched down. The delicious pleasure pain of the action shot a bolt of white heat through her core. Colt sat forward and with his left hand found her nipple and twirled the bud between this thumb and forefinger.

Ahí, so sensitive
. Her stomach dipped and the tension in her core vibrated with the need to release. “Let go, baby. Give yourself to us.”

Using his hold on her, Marc lulled her body into giving him what he wanted. Her pussy clenched and her clit pulsated with her release. Power radiated out from her center and traveled across every nerve ending in her body. She pressed her lips together to hold back the scream of ecstasy that fought to get out. Colt palmed her face with his free hand.

“Don’t hold back anything from us. Not even your cries of pleasure.” Marc pinched down again on her clit, adding fire to the already burning inferno. This time she couldn’t hold back. A loud moan broke free and Colt crushed his lips into hers, absorbing every ounce of her cry into himself.

Soft lips pressed sweet kisses along her spine. Floating down to earth, the fog began to break. She reached behind her for Marc. He pressed warm lips into her open palm. With a gentleness that betrayed not only his size but profession. Marc withdrew his finger from her and stood. “We’ll be right back.” Colt followed suit, scooping her up from the floor along with him. He moved to the bed and laid her down. “Don’t move. This is far from being over, sweetheart.”

Her lips turned up in a half smile and she nodded.

Marc returned from the bathroom with a wet towel while Colt went to wash off. She angled her head to watch as he shifted her legs apart.

She hissed and he paused. “Did I hurt you?” Panic flashed across his face.

“On the contrary, Mr. Dangere.”

“You like riling us up, don’t you?” He spread her and washed her thoroughly. “Hmm… I like how your eyes light up and you smile that soak-my-panties-sexy-as-sin smile. Makes me want to do what we just did over and over.”

“Oh, we will, darling. I haven’t had my fill,” her other man added.

Mia propped herself on her elbows and looked down her body to watch Marc care for her so tenderly.

Finished, he tossed the towel and eased up to where she watched from the top of the bed. He rolled to his back, taking her with him. With her heart racing she braced her hands on his chest. His shaft pressed into her folds and she realized he’d already sheathed himself with a condom.

She reached between them and angled his shaft to her entrance. The bed dipped with the weight of Colt joining them. “Eager, sweetheart.” Colt moved up behind her, his front pressing into her back. His already hard shaft cradled against her ass. Her men were so insatiable. A small part of her wondered if she would be enough for them both. Colt pulled her out of her thoughts with a rock of his hips that nestled his shaft deeper between her cheeks.

“Hmm… second best to the real thing. I can’t wait to claim your ass, sweetheart. Bury my dick so deep in you while Marc fucks your pussy. I want to see you bask in the pleasure we can give you.”

Marc looked over her shoulder and gave an almost imperceptible nod. In one slow glide Marc claimed her body, one aching inch at a time. Her nails dug into the flesh of his abdomen, her mouth parted. She tried to suck in air but for the briefest moment she couldn’t do anything. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming she could do nothing but gaze down at Marc.

Fully seated inside her body, he pulled her in with a look of pure desire that raged within the depths of his eyes. He was such a gorgeous man—in and out.

“Ready, Mia?” His words were rigid with control. He tightened his grip on her hips while Colt stroked a lazy trail up and down her midsection. The jewel in her bellybutton danced with a small tinkle every time he brushed against it. The small sensations sent a wave of anticipation along her nerves. Marc’s hard body, chiseled abs and golden brown eyes would forever tease her dreams.


Sí, mi amante, tomame
. Take me. Make me your lover.”

Colt held her still with an arm around her waist. “Push up to your knees. Let him watch as he buries himself into.”

She did as Colt asked and she smiled from seeing Marc’s eyes dancing with erotic pleasure. He held her hips, pulled out and thrust back in. “Fuck, such a sweet body. So tight.”

She felt trapped between her two men and she loved it. Their warmth enveloped her in a way she felt protected. Marc thrust in again, this time hitting her clit with enough force to send flames of fire to singe her. She gasped and arched into him. “Lean forward over his chest.”

Colt released her and she fell into Marc’s outstretched arms. She rested her face against his chest, his heart racing against her cheek. Cool air washed over her skin from the open balcony doors. She shivered and Marc tightened his embrace.

“Like before with Marc, sweetheart, I’m not going to take your ass just yet. Are you okay with a little play or are you too sore?”

Marc continued his assault on her pussy with small, lazy thrusts. Enough to have her forget her words. She moaned, pushed her hands into the bed on either side of Marc and pressed up and looked over her shoulder. Her face heated, but she managed to say, “I’m okay.”

Colt didn’t need any further coaxing. Marc pulled her back and captured her lips a split second before he thrust into her. She gasped into his mouth and he took the opportunity, delving his tongue, their tongues doing an erotic dance of their own.

Her nipples tightened and her chest restricted with the need for air. She didn’t care. Fingers stroked along the seam of her ass then dipped into her nether-hole. Pleasure rocketed her past this universe and into the next. A deep sigh came from behind her and she could hear the longing from Colt. “Sweetheart, you have the sexiest ass in the world.”

“And the sweetest pussy.” Marc demonstrated by thrusting his full length into her and forcing her past any level of sanity. Unable to hold back anymore, Mia clamped her eyes shut against the powerful need to orgasm.

Ragged breaths tore from her chest. Her skin flushed with fire and she anchored herself to Marc as Colt slipped a second finger into her back entrance.

Both men set a sensual rhythm of torture to coax her body to do their bidding. One thrusted and the other retreated. Then again and again until every motion they made tore a fresh moan of ecstasy from her lips.

Her nails bit into the covers beside Marc’s head.

He guided her wrists to settle over his shoulders. “I want to feel your pleasure. Give it all to me.” As if on his command another tidal wave crashed over her. She clamped her fingers down, desperate to not let their time together end so quickly.

“That’s right Mia, give it all to me.” Marc picked up speed, pistoning into her harder and faster. Colt followed and delivered just as much torturous pleasure to her ass.

Marc’s dick grew harder, pressing against the walls of her tunnel. She gnashed her teeth and shuddered. “I’m coming,” she whispered. She opened her eyes and looked into Marc’s. Unable to tear away from his gaze they rode the wave together, anchored to one another. A shout of relief broke past Marc’s lips and she could feel his shaft pulsate as he ejaculated within the confines of the condom.

Colt’s fingers slipped out of her and she felt the loss immediately. A whimper of protest had him stroking her butt cheek. “Enjoy the ride, sweetheart.” Still high from the heavy dose of her men, she turned to Colt who stroked his shaft, his gaze locked on her.

She reached behind her and beckoned him closer. Kneeling in front of her now while she still straddled Marc, she sank Colt’s length into the warm confines of her mouth. She buried him until the tip of his rod hit the barrier of her throat.

Once. Twice.

She worked him faster with her hand and mouth, using her tongue to push him closer to the edge. “Sweetheart, no. You have to stop.”
Not a chance
. She wanted this. Wanted him. He fisted a hand in her hair and gently tugged. She moaned her rejection and tightened her grip along the base of his length.

Every muscle in his body tensed and he ground out an explicit curse at her refusal to stop.

He followed her pace and worked her mouth with shallow movements. She hollowed her cheeks to allow more of him in and swallowed when the tip brushed the back of her throat.

He threw his head back, a guttural moan torn from his mouth. His hand tightened in her hair and his body turned to rock. His shafted pulsated with his release and she received him.

When he slowly returned to earth, Colt released his hold on her hair and stroked his hand around to cup her face. “You’re an angel. Marc was right. The sweetest gift.” His eyes glowed with what she felt deep inside her soul. This, whatever it was they had started, had potential. They shared something beyond the pleasures of bed. A connection she’d never had before and she wanted more.

Colt eased back and sprawled out on the comforter beside Marc, his attention locked on her.

She looked between them, their expressions relaxed and their breathing slow, even. Marc pulled her down to rest on his chest and she secretly loved the warmth of his arms around her. Colt laced his fingers through hers.

She adored how comfortable they looked in their light slumber. Locked away in a far-off place with no one to bother you had its advantages. And with that single thought, everything flooded back from the last twenty-four hours. The photos, death threats. The fire that had taken everything from her and the bullets these men risked taking to protect her. It didn’t matter how far she ran, the threat was still very real. She needed to get her head out of the clouds and back to her life. The fantasy these two had pulled her into over the past few hours had helped ease her mind, but reality was a bitch and demanded her attention.

She pulled her hand back from Colt and slipped out of Marc’s hold. Both men tightened their grip. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Colt asked.

She gave a halfhearted shrug. “I can’t help but think what now?”

“We wait for intel, Mia. Then go from there. Joel is gathering some information on the bullet casings and the sheriff is running the partial.”

“In the meantime, we keep to the other reason why we came to Puerto Vallarta.”

That’s right. In all the adventure of Mia Vega’s screwed up life, she’d forgotten about why Marc and Colt were here. “How long do you have?”

“Not long.” Marc eyed Colt. “We need to get a move on. The governor’s assistant called and asked to have our meeting moved up an hour while the two of you were playing in the shower.”

“I remember another someone else joining in on the fun, buddy,” Colt spoke up from the side of the bed, towel in hand, his brow arched in that arrogant way only Colt knew how to pull off.

Marc’s sideways smirk came out to play next and he threw a wink her way. Sometimes she thought Marc lived to goad Colt on. She ducked her head, her laughter lost beneath their continued banter. It reminded her of how she and her sister could get from time to time.

¡Diablos!
Ema. “I need a phone.” She grabbed her towel from the floor and crossed the room toward the bathroom. She’d blurted out the words with a hint of urgency that she really hadn’t meant. Or had she? She’d been so wrapped up in her own drama she’d forgotten about everyone else and that wasn’t like her. Her sister must have heard her messages by now and she’d be worried, especially if she tried to call her phone and got no answer.

Both men fell quiet and turned to look at her where she stood by the bathroom door. “Sure, babe, if you give us a few minutes to shower and dress, Colt can set up a secure line for you. I don’t want to risk using our cells.”

She nodded and lowered her head.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

Where did she begin?

“Look at us, darling. You’re worried about your sister and I understand. She probably has her hands full at the moment and hasn’t had the time to check in. Give her some time.”

“I’m worried, Marc. What if—”

“I’m sure she’s fine. No ‘what-ifs’ needed. Gabriel is with her and you know he’ll take care of her,”Colt reassured her.

Marc stroked a thumb down her cheek and their words settled her thoughts. They were so good to her. How did she get so lucky?

“Everything will be fine, I promise. Trust us.”

They sounded so confident, how could she doubt their word?

Did she trust them? In the last twenty-four hours she’d put not only her body in their hands, but also her heart and her life. She chewed her lower lip and thought on that last part again. They’d moved so fast, but everything felt so right. She could over-think this or just accept what was between them—a new relationship blossoming on the foundation of trust.

Mia suppressed the damn butterflies and the uneasy feeling they stirred up in the pit of her stomach and nodded. With their help, she could get through this one step at a time.

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