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

by Talina Perkins

  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.

  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?