“And this”—Elijah eases me up from my seat, and I float over to his lap, spreading my legs and wrapping them around his waist—“is also my idea,” he proudly declares, shoving his cock into my groin.
“Mmmyessss,” I moan, feeling his fingers slide down my crease and press against my hole. He slips the tip of a finger in, and I toss my head back in pure ecstasy.
“Gentlemen!”
I snap my head up at the sound of Gabriel’s voice.
“I thought I might find you out here.” He grins, striding across the balcony, balancing a tray of fruity drinks.
Complete with umbrellas.
Elijah casually palms my butt cheeks, and I shift uncomfortably in his lap.
“I thought we’d enjoy some margaritas.”
He can’t be fucking serious.
Placing the tray off to the side, he hands us a frothy red cocktail, like a goddamn professional waiter.
Furious, I begin climbing off Elijah’s lap, only to be held back, and I cringe when I notice my swim trunks taking a leisurely lap around the hot tub.
Damn it to hell.
“Thank you. But that wasn’t necessary, Gabriel.” Elijah speaks with a straw between his lips. He slurps and then holds his drink out to the side.
I skip the straw altogether and toss mine back, nearly poking myself in the eye with the umbrella.
Mmm, strawberry.
“Ah, so you like the flavor, sí?” Gabriel grins, watching me go completely still. There’s a sly undertone to his otherwise smooth Spanish accent,and now I’m sweating on top of the sweat that’s already beading across my overheated skin.
Elijah’s hands surf across my waist, over my hips, and down my ass, pulling me against his raging erection. It sits heavily between us, thick with arousal, and in front of Gabriel, no less. I’m so fucking pissed, and my dick wants no part of this cocktail hour.
I reach for my shorts at the same time Gabriel decides to step out of his and?—
Holy hell!
A skimpy red Speedo swimsuit hugs his incredibly toned body, leaving nothing,abso-fucking-lutelynothing, to the imagination. He’s definitely packing, and I can’t peel my eyes away from that package.Goodfuckinggrief.It’s impossible not to stare. His darker complexion is glorious against the deep-red color of the swimsuit. Sleek, well-toned muscles are on full display, along with what looks to be a very thick dick. What is with these Spanish men?
“Are you joining us?” Elijah asks, oblivious to my mental hiccup. “I was hoping for some time alone with Alex.”
Gabriel dips a toe in the water, testing its temperature. And just like that, it gets even hotter.
“I wasn’t planning on staying long.” He sighs, accent seeming much thicker with the heat.
Even his sigh is accented.
I grit my teeth as I watch his fingers run through those luscious locks of hair. And as if he wasn’t wet enough already, he’s just become wetter.
And for Christ’s sake… so have I.
I run the back of my wrist across my lips, watching him slide into a seat directly across from Elijah. I wipe the sweat from my forehead. A wet Gabriel is…
Where the fuck is my bathing suit?
Attempting to look unfazed, I float sideways in Elijah’s lap, skimming the water for my shorts. No way in hell am I going to sit naked in this tub with him. Of course, when I spot them, they’re floating right across Gabriel’s lap.
“Could you please hand me my shorts?” I ask, clenching my teeth.
