Chapter Twelve
Miami’s head wasswimming. Her thinking was scrambled by the erotic scenes playing out on the patio below them, so she barely registered Giles’s deep voice.
“Take off your panties and lean against the rail, Miami.” Giles’s tone left little doubt the words were a command rather than a simple request.
Reaching under the floral dress they’d given her was easy, thanks to the full skirt. Hooking her thumbs under the lacy thong’s waistband, Miami slipped the minuscule scrap of fabric down to her ankles before stepping out of the only panties she’d been able to find in her suitcase. She doubted it would do any good, but she planned to ask who’d packed her bag. What on earth had they been thinking? The only panties they’d brought along barely covered her pink bits. Lord only knew they weren’t intended to cover any of her bare ass.
Essex had loosened his hold, allowing her enough space to pull down the panties, but tightened it once again when she started to retrieve the garment from the deck’s wooden surface.
“Stay still, baby. Giles didn’t tell you to pick up that pretty piece of lace.”
She felt the warmth of Giles’s breath against her bare legs before watching him press the silk against his nose and inhale.
“These are very damp, Miami. When you bend over as instructed, I’m going to slide my fingers through your wet folds. Damn, I can hardly wait to feel your juices coating my fingers and my cock.” When she leaned forward, Essex lifted her from her feet, moving her back almost a foot. “Essex saved you a few swats. When you’re told to lean over, we’ll want your back at no less than forty-five degrees. And don’t bother looking for your pretty lingerie. We’ll make certain it’s returned to you if and when it’s required.”
“You won’t need panties often, baby. They are a hindrance. From now on, you’ll spend time over our knees if we find out you’re wearing them.” Essex stepped to her side and lifted her skirt until her bare cheeks were exposed to the evening air while Giles stepped behind her, setting off a riot of emotions.
“You smell delicious, Miami. Instead of my fingers, I think I’ll see if you taste as sweet as you smell.”
Before she knew it, he’d knelt behind her. When the tip of his warm tongue swept from her clit to her rear hole, her entire body felt like it was on fire. The sensation was like a match thrown into a pile of dry kindling, need swamping her as her knees shook.
“Easy baby, we’ve only just started.” Essex slid his arm under her waist, steadying her when she worried she might fall. Panting and moans drifted up from below them, but Miami was too lost in her own pleasure to care. CeCe’s and Tobi’s screams of pleasure when orgasms steamrolled them caught her attention, but they were only a momentary distraction.
“Tell me what Giles is doing to you, baby? Is he lashing your pink pearl with his tongue, or is he spearing it so deep, his chin is pressing against your clit?”
Miami tried to answer, but she was so lost in the sensation, it was difficult to form a coherent response. Moving one hand from the rail to grasp Essex’s arm, Miami felt as though she should explain.
“I need to touch you… to feel your bare skin beneath my fingers.”
“Fucking hell. Let’s go.” Essex’s growled words moved through her like molten lava, searing everything in their path.
Before she could catch her breath, the three of them were standing in the spacious main suite. Giles had already pulled her dress over her head and tossed it on a nearby chair. When they laid her back on the bed, she sighed in contentment. The cool Egyptian cotton sheets gave her a brief reprieve from the heat she’d experienced outside.
Essex must have set some kind of record undressing because she no sooner turned her head in his direction than he was standing beside her naked. His rigid cock bouncing against his lower abdomen drew her attention. Her expression must have given away her concern because he chuckled.
“If you will remember, it fits perfectly.”
“I remember.” She could still recall—in vivid detail—every vein and flexing ridge. It took more effort than she wanted to admit, but she finally lifted her gaze from his impressive cock. “I remember every detail… vividly, but that doesn’t mean I’m not impressed each time I see it.” Miami knew her cheeks were flushing with embarrassment, but she held his gaze. She was known for being bold in her professional life, but since her social life was practically nonexistent, it was hard to maintain the same level of bravado in her personal life.
“I admire your gumption, as my grandmother used to say. When I was young, I wasn’t sure exactly what gumption was, and no one could give me a satisfactory definition. My mother insisted I gave new meaning to pragmatic. I was always confused about why she seemed to think that was a bad thing.” He stared off into space for several seconds before shaking it off.
Miami hadn’t spent a lot of time with Giles, but even she knew he would have been one of those kids who didn’t settle for vague answers. She hadn’t intended to laugh but trying to picture Giles as a child was equal parts amusing and difficult. It was hard to picture the stern, naked, clearly aroused man standing beside the bed as a wide-eyed innocent. He raised a brow when she snickered, but she wouldn’t waste any more of their time together taking the bait when it would only lead to a mind-numbing discussion. One of the things she remembered from their previous time together was their penchant for talking things to death.
“I’d love to hear all about your childhood, Giles… yours, too, Essex, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to table the conversation until later.”
This time it was their turn to laugh. The lines bracketing Essex’s bright eyes were more pronounced, proof he laughed more often—something that didn’t surprise her. The creases at the corners of Giles’s eyes weren’t as deep when he laughed, but she’d noticed they were more pronounced when he was deep in thought or concentrating on something related to her protection.
“Ordinarily, we’ll insist on setting the pace, baby.” Essex’s eyes were dancing with amusement. “But I think we can make an exception this time. I’ve never heard a more polite,get on with it.” Giles stroked the side of her face with his fingers, and the effect was devastating. His simple touch was enough to reignite the heat that had been coursing through her moments ago. Miami leaned into his touch without taking time to think about whether or not the shift in position was allowed. Her soul was seeking a deeper connection, even though her mind wasn’t convinced she was ready.
Seeing the thick veins running the length of their cocks like purple sections of rope made her shudder in anticipation. Both men were larger than what society considered normal, and for a few seconds, she wondered if that was a blessing or curse. After watching Tobi take both of her men at the same time, Miami worried she’d never be able to take Giles and Essex in the same way. Pushing all those worries aside, for the moment, she tried to rein in her raging desire.