Page 9 of Bites in Paradise


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Maybe it’s just the sun she’s gotten, her skin bronzed. I’m going to miss it when we get back to the city and the color fades. I guess that means we’ll have to plan more vacations like this where she can bathe in the sun, and we can enjoy seeing her in a bikini.

I thought Colt was going to tell her to change the first day we spent at the pool, and she took off her coverup, her suit barely on this side of decent. If he would have said anything to her, I would have been forced to kick his ass. It’s better it didn’t come to that.

We weren’t the only men who noticed our girl, but thankfully they were all smart enough to stay far away from her. I’m sure having the three of us looking feral as fuck at her back helped immensely. She might try and say differently, but we all know Ella doesn’t mind our possessiveness.

I have the pleasure of sitting next to our woman and I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her. Then there are the little fucking noises of pleasure she’s let out all throughout dinner. It’s been distracting as hell and my cock has been hard all night.

It’s a problem I always seem to have around our little lamb. She’s delectable. She doesn’t even need to try, but when she does? Damn, she’s a sight.

I lean into her and nip at her earlobe making her breath hitch before I whisper, “You look good enough to eat, Ella.”

She looks at me from underneath her lashes and teases me, “Then I hope you left room.”

One side of my mouth tips up and I growl, “I always have room for you, little lamb. Always.”

Her eyes soften as she leans over and kisses my lips. “I love you, Barrett. So much.”

I groan and nip at her bottom lip. “Don’t go all sweet on me when I’m thinking about eating your pretty pink pussy.”

She giggles and shakes her head. When she turns away from me, I can’t take it. Reaching up, I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger, bringing her eyes back to mine. I stare into her blue depths, the ones I see even in my sleep. The ones which chase away my demons simply by existing.

“I love you, Ella, with all my heart.” I tilt my head to the side. “You know that, right?”

“I know,” she whispers. “You show me every single day, Barrett. You don’t have to worry. I know sometimes the words are hard for you and I don’t feel any less loved because of it.”

I make a disgruntled sound at the back of my throat. “You bring out the words in me, little lamb. I’ve told you more about myself, my thoughts and my past than I’ve ever told anyone else. I’ll always try and open up to you. Not because you need it, but because I’m a selfish bastard and you help to heal me.”

She smirks. “You’re not selfish when you’re sharing me,” she sasses me.

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, tangling my fingers in her hair and holding her firmly in place. “Your sassy mouth is going to be wrapped around my cock in not too long, Ella.”

“Looking forward to it,” she fires back, her voice breathy and needy.

“So,” Owen pipes up from the other side of the table, pulling Ella’s attention to him. He wiggles his eyebrows at her as his voice drops an octave, “Do you want to go back to the playroom and see if it’s free?”

Ella shakes her head and looks at each of us. I freeze when her eyes meet mine. There’s something there a lot like truth. She’s going to tell us. Maybe not right this moment, but tonight.

I can’t fucking wait.

“I don’t think we need the playroom tonight,” her voice is a little shaky and I hate it. I want to pull her into my arms and hug her while whispering sweet words which will put her at ease.

Colt eyes her, trying to crawl inside her head and crack her open. “Do you want to grab a drink at Desire before we head back to the cabana?”

Ella frowns slightly and shakes her head. She’s refused alcohol this week and, instead, gotten a few blended virgin drinks while we’ve been here. She explained it away by saying alcohol and the sun doesn’t mix well with her. Maybe it doesn’t, but I’m a little shocked that her avoiding any drinking hasn’t been noticed by Owen and Colt.

I almost snort out a laugh. They think they’re so damn smart.

It’s all right in front of their faces.

Owen gives a nod and then he’s up, reaching out a hand for our woman. The smile he gets on his face when he slips her small hand in his much larger one, makes him look like a kid on Christmas morning. He hauls her up and pulls her against his body. I almost groan, knowing how it feels to have every one of her curves pressed up against me.

Owen coos at her, “Come on, little lamb, let’s go to Desire and have a twirl around the dance floor. You look too good to rush back to the cabana.” He leans in and nuzzles her neck, nipping at her skin there. “Let us show you off.”

I stand up at the same time Colt does, but I almost fall the fuck over when Ella’s sweetly suggests, “If you want to show me off then we should go to the nude beach tomorrow.”

Colt moves so fucking fast I’m surprised I can even track him. Before Ella can blink, he’s at her back, pressing her firmly against Owen. His growl is unhinged. Our little lamb’s eyes are wide and full of lust when she looks over at me.

If she’s looking to me for help, she’s on her own.

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