Page 56 of Allure
“Oh this? It’s nothing. There was a family of raccoons in one of the buildings. Didn’t want to burn them alive. No good deed, am I right?” Joel chuckled and held out his hand again. “I know you have something I can use from last night. You keep clenching your right hand. Why don’t you want to give it to me?”
Something in the way Joel looked at him made him want to take a step back—a predator realizing there was a bigger threat in the room. But he held his ground, wondering how he had misjudged Joel. It would be a mistake he planned on rectifying immediately. He didn’t get this far by being stupid and sloppy. Colton handed over the SIM card, though it felt like he was signing a deal with the devil.
His gaze glanced behind Joel, and he caught the second Asli spotted them. “I think we’ve been caught.” He tried to gauge Joel’s reaction, but that nervous, eager man he’d entertained for months hadn’t made a reappearance yet.
“That’s fine. You can run along and find us something to use against Asli.” He’d been easily dismissed and that made him angry.
It was foolish of Joel to think he had any leverage here. Maybe it was time Colton called his lawyer friend and told him it was okay to pick up Syra’s phone calls so she could proceed with the divorce. He was sure those menacing text messages he didn’t think Colton knew about, would put a wrench in his plans for her.
Maybe it was time he cut his losses and got rid of Joel himself.
Syra stirred, her body ready to wake from its slumber, but she was too content with her dream to want it to end. It was another dream of her, Marco, and Asli, and it was just as hot as if it happened in her waking state. She turned, trying to run away from the blinding light that touched her skin. If she remained in the dark, maybe her body would get the memo to stay asleep.
“Alright, we’ll be in touch, Ms. Miller.”
“You think after all this time you can call me Alexis?”
“You and I both know Asli is too much of a gentleman to call you by your first name.”
“Shut up. We’ll talk soon, Ms. Miller.”
The sounds of Marco’s and Asli’s voices had her eyes snapping open. She lurched forward and a blanket fell toward her waist. She was still near Marco’s bay window, but she’d been moved to the couch at some point. She panicked when she realized her sketch pad was missing and quickly hopped off the couch, but she was so disoriented, her foot caught in the blanket and she landed on the floor in an ungraceful heap.
“The little star has risen.” Asli’s deep voice cleared some of the sleep from her system, but it was Marco’s sure hands around her biceps that pulled her completely from her slumber.
“Buenos días, estrellita.” He pulled her up toward him. Her body pressed firmly against his, and she had an insane urge to kiss him but held back. “I should say good afternoon. It’s past twelve,” he murmured, his green eyes ablaze with the same desire and need she felt opening up in her own body.
“Hi,” was all she could manage until the smell of bacon hit her nostrils and caused her stomach to grumble.
Marco chuckled, “Come, Asli brought breakfast.” She peeked over his shoulder, catching Asli staring at them. He had a smile on his face, and his eyes seemed to twinkle as he looked at them. She ducked her head, suddenly feeling shy, like this man hadn’t had his cock and tongue inside of her recently.
Marco turned her toward the kitchen, and when Asli’s eyes hit her bare feet and traveled the length of her bare thighs, she felt a little self-conscious that she was only wearing one of Marco’s shirts and was completely naked underneath.
“Good morning, little star.” His voice was thick, his accent seeming more pronounced than any other time before. He reached for her, hesitating. He searched her face as if seeking permission, and she nodded before she thought too much about it. He wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling her close to his body. He kissed the side of her head before she was lifted up off her feet and led to sit on the kitchen island.
The cool air hit the back of her legs, and it helped push down some of the arousal trying to take over. Her head was still hazy from the haze sex dream she’d been having about them, and seeing them both standing so close together made her feel fuzzy on the inside.
Could she imagine waking up to these two men every day?
Absolutely.
Marco handed her a glass of water and she took it, thankful she could give her mouth something to focus on.
“How’d you sleep, estrellita?” Marco was on one side of her while Asli stayed on the other. They both had their hands on her thighs, as if they had every right to be there, touching her and awakening her senses.
“Good,” she whispered, putting the cup down beside her. “Was a little sad to wake up alone.” She settled on giving them both a little of her truth. While she used that time to sketch, she would have liked it if they had been there with her when she opened her eyes.
“Sorry about that. There was something we needed to deal with.” Marco brought the back of his hand up to caress the side of her face, and her traitorous body leaned into the touch. She felt her eyes close and she let out a contented sigh.
“I know, I mean, I figured.” Her stomach grumbled again. Her eyes snapped open, and she wished she’d eaten something when she first woke up so she wouldn’t be hungry now. “I heard there was breakfast?”
“Yes,” Asli answered and left her long enough to grab a bowl of fruit. “I have bacon and eggs on a croissant if you want that. I did grab your iced coffee that Marco bitched wasn’t coffee.” He leaned in. “He thinks he’s a badass because he drinks it black.” Asli’s voice dipped to a loud whisper, and it made her laugh when Marco scoffed.
He stepped in between her legs, and she opened for him like it was the most natural thing for her to do with him. “I also got your favorite fruits, mango and pineapple with a little Tajín on it.” He made quick work of opening up the container, and Marco handed him a fork. When she went to take it from him, he batted her hand away. He speared a piece of pineapple and brought it to her mouth.
She hesitated until Marco’s hand gripped her thigh. “Asli is big on everyone eating food together. Even if it’s a snack, we always have to sit down together. Let him feed you, estrellita.” His voice was that same harsh whisper he had most of last night. The sound made her stomach tighten, and it took everything in her not to squirm where she sat.
As soon as the pineapple hit her mouth, she moaned. It was sweet and the Tajín gave it an extra kick. The fruit teased her senses just as the two men did standing too close to her. She felt hot all of a sudden, exposed as if she was on the kitchen island naked and waiting for them to feast on her.
