Chapter Four
“Ineed somedamned suspenders,” Miami muttered while pacing the short distance from the galley to the far side of the small salon. She’d grown up visiting the yachts of her mom and dad’s friends, but she’d never understood why the rooms had such strange names. Yanking up the shorts Essex had given her, Miami wondered why she’d bothered since the shirt he’d handed her was brushing the tops of her knees.
“If you don’t stop complaining about the clothing you’ve been given, you’ll find yourself pacing naked. Now that I think about it, keeping you naked is definitely an idea I can get behind.” Giles was standing in the doorway to the main deck, and she wondered how long he’d been watching her. “Having you naked would solve your clothing issues. Those baggy shorts will be history in a few hours, but anytime you feel like walking around without clothing, by all means, feel free.”
“You have someone bringing me clothes? Does that mean I’ll be able to go ashore? I didn’t set the alarm system at the house. My dad is probably spinning in his grave. He was positively anal about that damned system. The blasted thing takes forever to set. Personally, I think he was bargain shopping again. I’ve triggered it several times just trying to enter the code from hell. There were times I was tempted to sleep on the deck. I’m sure the police are getting frustrated, and I can’t say I blame them. One more bogus call and they’ll write me off as the girl who continually cries wolf.” Giles looked like he was trying to keep from laughing, and it shouldn’t have surprised her since she’d been rambling.
“Our team is moving into place now. They can’t all infiltrate the dock at the same time, or they’ll draw too much attention. Tobi has sent several bags of clothes and toiletries, but she won’t be bringing them on board.”
“I still can’t believe you guys work for Tobi’s husbands. I enjoyed meeting her during their vacation. That’s one wild group of women.”
“Indeed, they are a fun group. They are also as loyal as they come. Kent and Kyle West are retired SEALs and have been trying to recruit us for several years.”
Miami tried to fit this information into the timeline she finally worked out while pacing. If the Wests had been trying to recruit Giles and Essex that long, they would have been considering moving to Texas when they’d walked away from her during the middle of the night.
“I can practically hear the wheels of your mind spinning, Miami. As we’ve told you, we were planning to return to Texas. We were called back to our unit, or we’d have never left you without saying goodbye. After reluctantly leaving your bed, we were in the air within the hour. The mission was classified, so we wouldn’t have been allowed to contact you, even if there’d been a way to get a message to you.” Shaking off his frustration at repeating the same information time and again, Giles brought the conversation back to the issue at hand.
“Lilly West will bring the goods. Kyle assures me we will be hard-pressed to recognize her, and she’ll be accompanied by one of our co-workers.”
“I can’t imagine not recognizing Lilly. She’s beautiful.” She could tell by his expression that Giles didn’t realize Lilly had been part of the ladies group she’d taken diving. Miami jumped when warm hands settled on her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“If Kyle West says we won’t recognize his mother, you can be assured she has a cracker-jack costume.”
Warm lips pressed a string of kisses up the side of her neck, making her shiver. Damn it all to hell. He knew exactly how to touch her to elicit a response—her body gave her away every time with these two men. By the time the warmth of his breath was wafting over the shell of her ear, Miami’s knees were threatening to fold out from under her.
“You taste like the sweetest treat, and I love those soft little moans you make just before your breath hitches.”
“We have a couple of hours before Lilly and Sage will be here. I think it’s time we reminded Miami how great the three of us were together. She’s been pacing like a caged animal.” Gile’s voice was rough with desire.
Miami had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from assuring him she didn’t need a reminder. The memory of the way they’d made her feel was burned into her soul. She’d never forgotten the way he traced every fold of her sex with his tongue. By the time he’d speared into her vagina, her entire body was shaking in anticipation.
“Seems to me it’s our duty as her Doms to help her cope.”
Miami recognized the lazy drawl Essex used when it came to sex. Essex once told her he liked to savor sex. He’d always tried to slow things down, reminding her to enjoy the moment. She hadn’t been with a man since the night they’d left her… so slow wasnotgoing to happen. Her body was clamoring for fast, furious, and mindless, which was more along the line of what she planned. If they made love to her, it would be so much more painful to walk away.
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“Get out ofyour own head, Miami.” She was practically vibrating with barely leashed energy when he pulled her back against his chest. Her body was begging for what it knew he and Giles could provide, but her head was trying to find the nearest exit. It wouldn’t be easy to rebuild her trust, but he had no intention of walking away from the challenge. “The main bedroom isn’t anything fancy, but if we do our jobs, you won’t care.”
“Can’t we play here? I think we can all agree there isn’t any reason to move to a stateroom.”
Essex fought a smile. He’d been right. She knew once they got her between them again, it would be harder to walk away. If he had his way, she would never want to be away from them. So far, she’d been cooperative, but he suspected it was more from necessity than choice.
“No, baby, you deserve better than a quick fuck against the wall.” Essex turned her to face him and grinned. “That’s not to say we won’t oblige you and take you hard and fast in the future, but this afternoon, we want to savor you.” He was already leading her toward the largest stateroom, but she was so lost in her thoughts, he wasn’t sure she was aware they were moving. Since he’d only been wearing a pair of boardshorts, in one quick move, he’d stripped. “Now it’s your turn.” Stepping back, Essex crossed his arms over his chest and watched Miami’s eyes widen as she took in his cock bobbing against his navel.
“I think you’re distracting her. She’s looking at your cock as if it holds the secrets of the Universe.” It was easy to hear the amusement in Giles’s voice. “Do you remember the rules of D/s play, Miami?”
Essex appreciated Giles taking a softer approach with Miami than he usually used with submissives. As far as he or Giles knew, Miami wasn’t trained, but there was no question she was a natural sub.
“I… I remember some of the rules. I know I’m supposed to follow commands immediately, but it’s been a while since I… well, since I have… ummm.”
Essex couldn’t hold back his smile when it took several seconds for her gaze to move from his cock to his face.
“When is the last time you had sex, sweetheart?” Giles’s simple question sent a rush of color into her cheeks. When she didn’t answer immediately, Giles stepped forward, grasping her chin gently with his fingers. “We aren’t asking to embarrass you, Miami. If it’s been a while, we need to know. We want to make certain you’re properly prepared. Torn tissues are painful, and the last thing we want to do is hurt you.”
Essex understood the double meaning of Giles’s words and knew Miami hadn’t missed it either.
“There hasn’t been anyone since you.” Miami let the words spill out in a rush, waving her hand between them to indicate she was referring to both of them.