“I have a few choices,” I snap to a stand again, and swivel on my toes, raising them both up in my hands. “Red thong bikini or white strappy one-piece.”
Alexi smirks and crosses his arms.
“The red,” Rhett pops into the room and throws himself backwards on the bed so that he’s able to cradle his head with his palm. “That’s my vote.” Dark testy eyes drag up and over my entire figure. What does he think when he looks at me? Does he see Penny or Allie? Do all of them wish I was Penny again? Is that why they kept tabs on me the entire time?
“I was asking Alexi,” I tease, shaking away the depression of my inner monologue and then throw the red two-piece at him. He grabs it and holds it in his powerful grasp and gives me a shaded look.
“Big words for such a little girl.”
This comes from Alexi, and I shrug my shoulders, feeling chilled. I don’t know if they’re both flirting with me in this moment, and I’m worried that if I react to either of them in a way I’d normally respond when alone if it would hurt either of their feelings. Fuck. I feel like I have to tread lightly although a situation like this is completely unnatural. How can I know what the protocol is?
“I like to think I can handle it,” I round, and flick my gaze over both of them. But what are we really doing if not stalling the inevitable? They both want to see me naked—shall I entertain them? The sinner inside me likes the idea of turning them both on at the same time, watching their cocks grow in their pants, knowing they both have had me but can’t claim me while the other watches. Unless…unless they give in to that experience. Something inside me is exponentially thrilled by this thought, and I press my thighs together.
I begin to work at the edge of the loose fabric of my sky blue sundress, and both men freeze, staring as if transfixed. They’re the snakes and I’m the charmer.
“I like the white,” I say simply, and then draw the dress down over my breasts, past my hips, and let it pool in a little circle around my ankles. Their appraising eyes are like lead on my skin, heavy and persistent as they linger on the lacy cream panties and bra concealing my secret places.
“What, you going to undress in front of us right now?” Alexi asks, his Russian accent thick, tone ripe with challenge. “Are you going to show off those pretty tits and that nice tight ass?”
Rhett rolls his eyes, and I snicker, running my hands over my breasts and then down my stomach. I notice the tent beginning in his jeans, his cock straining against his pants.
“I was considering it,” I say, trying to maintain my chill. “No big deal, right? We’re all adults here.”
“No big deal. If you’re cool, I’m cool,” Alexi chuckles, bobbing his head. He glances at Rhett and Rhett gives him a slack jawed, slightly amused, wickedly dark expression.
“Baby, you can’t expect this not to be a big deal. Not when you tease us like this,” Rhett quips, and the way his eyes strike me courses straight through my entire body like liquid flames.
“I thought you liked when I fucked with you?” I shrug, tilting my thumbs into the edges of my panties.
“Oh, I like it alright,” Rhett’s thin mouth stretches to reveal crisp white teeth; a smile that could kill every part of my stolen heart.
Alexi comes toward me and wraps me up in his arms, unable to resist. He gathers me up and cradles me like a princess, his giant thick chest and abdominals cushioning me and calming my nerves. His fingers slip down, out of Rhett’s sight, so that his digits gently slide against the silk of my panties, the thin barrier between his skin and my cunt painfully divisive. He lets out a low growl and then a dry laugh.
“You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?” His hot breath tickles my ear, and I bite my lip, knowing that I definitely want either, both, or all of their cocks inside my body.
“We have swimming to do,” Rhett calls over to us, clearly trying to intervene in whatever might occur between Alexi and me.
Alexi laughs and shifts me to the floor again. My feet hit the plush carpet and then I grab my dress and throw it at him.
“You’re no fun!” I snicker and grab the white swimsuit again from the dresser and go to the bathroom to change. I can feel their eyes lingering on me as I walk, a dangerous sway to my hips. I like them watching me, hungry for my body.
When I come back out, Rhett’s eyes are wide and both men are staring at something tiny in his hand.
“What is it?” I ask, shaking my bronze hair out so that it hangs loosely over my breasts. I pad towards them, the strappy white swimsuit making me feel all the more vulnerable.
Rhett’s eyes shift to mine, and instantly I know that something is wrong. There is worry there, and anger.
“What happened at the airport?” Alexi asks me, tone hardened.
“Nothing…what—”
Alexi comes to me and grabs me by both shoulders.
“No games, Allie. We’re past this. I know you well enough by now to know better.”
I bite my tongue and let it slide up over my front teeth, holding back my instant desire to snap back at him. My stomach curdles at the thought of explaining to them this strange occurrence although I don’t know anything about it.
“Shawn!” Rhett calls.
Fuck. Don’t bring him into this.
Shawn enters the room shirtless, having just taken a shower. His short dark blond hair is spiky from dampness, and he smells like sunshine and expensive cologne. I allow my eyes to trip up over each curve of his glorious abdominals, my heart lurching in my chest with sudden delirious need. I don’t want them angry with me, but I know that whatever Rhett is holding must be evidence of the man who’d ran into me.
“What’s this?” Shawn asks, wiping a fluffy white towel over his face.
“Um, well…” I mumble, and Alexi tightens his grip on my shoulders.
“No. None of that,” he hisses.
Rhett rises from the bed and strolls over to Shawn, showing him the tiny nearly translucent object in his palm. Shawn’s gaze becomes almost hostile, those storm gray eyes dissolving into a terrorizing madness.
“It was on her dress,” Rhett divulges.
I’m panicking, and I tear myself away from Alexi, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I don’t want…” I let out an exhausted breath and throw a hand over my face. “This is so fucking dumb. What is it?”
“A tracking device,” Shawn says, voice utterly glacial. “Someone seems to want to know where you are, Allie.”
What? Adrenaline courses under my skin, a swirling ball of anxiety coils up in my gut. The man…I think back to his face. Black hair, light skin with tattoos all over his arms and neck, and a familiarity that I cannot deny. I don’t want to remember. I don’t want anything from Penny’s past to resurface because as soon as this happens, something inside me tells me that I’ll lose control. More than anything, my subconscious tells me: you do not want to lose control.
“Destroy it,” I blurt. “Whoever it is can’t find me unless…”
“They’ll know right where you’re staying, Allie,” Rhett’s voice is solemnly firm.
“Does this have to do with what James said? That Penny has a price on her head?” I ask, angrily grabbing for something to cover me up. The first thing I can grab is a knitted blanket from the edge of the bed and it doesn’t do much in the way of concealing me. I plop down onto the mattress and try to focus.