Embraced By Passion by Diana DeRicci Page A

get out of bed, he thought he could shower since Slone would be glued to the TV for at least another hour. Then he heard the separating door of the suites open.
    Seconds later, she came bounding back into the bedroom to land with a squeal on the bed next to him. “I waved at Slone,” she said off-handedly. “He blew me a kiss.”
    Ja’Rol laughed at her antics.
    Tumbling on the bed, she reached for the phone and punched out numbers from the slip of paper in her fingers.
    “Mom! I made it!” Her exuberance was sparkling. “You’re never going to believe it. Slone and Ja’Rol are here. They brought me. I’m your wedding gift! Wasn’t that awesome of them?” She grinned hugely at something her mother said. “I’ll let you do that then. I have to get cleaned up. When and where?”
    Ja’Rol waited as she finished the call, repeating the instructions before hanging up. He noticed Slone had come to stand in the doorway, his arms and ankles crossed as he leaned on the jamb, taking in the spitfire in their room.
    She covered her lips with a hand, her eyes sparkling like the sun itself with her mirth as her shoulders began to shake. A deep red colored her cheeks the longer she tried to hide her laughter.
    It didn’t last. “Oh my God! I think I interrupted something!” She fell over backward, bursting into breathless gales of laughter.
    “What did you interrupt?” Slone asked, a light smile following Brigit.
    She started making sounds, music, gasping as she did. Ja’Rol and Slone both heard her with confusion, then it hit him. Ja’Rol shared it with his lover. Porn music. She interrupted them in bed.
    “Are you sure?” Slone asked, chuckling, but fighting not to.
    “If it were anyone other than my mother,” she said, sucking in air to speak. “I’d ask for the details. It’s bad enough I heard things that a daughter shouldn’t.” Then she covered her face and gurgled more laughter. “Oh man!” she squeaked.
    Wiping fingers beneath her eyes a few moments later to catch the tears that leaked free, she said, “At least I know she’s happy this time. Really happy.”
    Ja’Rol gave Slone a come-hither look from where he sat, catching the other man’s attention. “We have a few hours before she wants to meet you at the mall. I was about to take a shower. Anyone want to scrub my back?” Twisting, he found the blonde on their bed. “Or my front?”
    “Mm,” she murmured. “Sounds like fun. Can I use my tongue?”
    Brigit had the temerity to lick her lips as though tasting something decadent on them after making the suggestion. Ja’Rol groaned. The woman was a witch, casting spells on him and she didn’t even know it.
    “If you’re using your tongue, I want washed first,” Slone stated, straightening to walk to the side of the bed, a sparking, playful gleam in his eyes saying he wanted to be included in their plans.
    “This could actually be real fun,” she said, watching them both. She sat up next to Ja’Rol on her knees. Tipping her chin, peering up, she found Slone gazing at her. Seeking Ja’Rol off her shoulder, she asked him to stand with Slone. “I want to see you both,” she explained with a throaty purr.
    With Ja’Rol shoulder to shoulder with Slone, she stood and walked around them, much the same way Slone did to her the day before on the plane. Ja’Rol followed her every step with an unblinking attention. Excitement surged under his skin, anticipating, waiting. Neither tried to hide the burgeoning fullness filling the front of their pajamas.
    “Help me understand this.”
    “Anything,” Slone whispered, his heated gaze following her steps hungrily.
    “If I am coming into this, you both feel that I am yours, equally.” She tipped, searching them. “Am I right?”
    Ja’Rol breathed in her sweet scent, the allure of her skin creating havoc with his insides, making him search deep for his voice to answer her. “Yes.”
    “Then that means, in all fairness, you two are mine. My