International Guy: Volume 4

by Carlan, Audrey

  “Peaches, you’re everywhere, all over me. I feel you in my blood, owning every inch of my body. It’s yours. I’m all yours.”

  Her back arches farther, her breasts jutting out, but she keeps her pace even as her sex locks down around my dick in a fist so tight I have to hold my breath.

  That’s all it takes. The fire inside of me shoots off, and I hold her hips down, grinding her clit against my pelvic bone until we’re both crying out, and my release bursts from my body, mixing with hers.

  When her body stops pulsating over mine and “the beast” is fully satisfied, she looks down at me with a sex-induced dreamy gaze. “You okay? Your ribs, chest?”

  I ease my hand up her hip, ribs, and back down. “Yeah, Peaches, I’m perfect. I got your taste on my tongue, my dick is happy, and we’re hidden away in Rio.”

  She giggles and eases off my softening cock. Right when she makes it off the bed and into the bathroom, the doorbell rings. Yep, that shit is fancy when you’ve got the penthouse, and if Sky wants to spend her money on the best, who am I to say she can’t? We’ve already had that argument, and I lost, so I’m just along for the ride when it comes to her hotel stay preferences.

  I maneuver out of bed, my ribs and chest more sore than they were yesterday, having been worked even though we were careful.

  My underwear is near the end of the bed, so I toe it and lift it to where I can better get into it. I forgo anything else because the only people who know we’re here are the hotel staff, Paul, Dennis, and Royce.

  I leave the bedroom and close the door so Sky can have some privacy. Trailing through the living area, I make it to the door, check the peephole, and find Paul and Dennis standing outside. Without thinking twice, I open the door and let them in.

  “Morning, guys. We just got up.”

  Paul walks in with a frown on his face, looking me up and down. Dennis, on the other hand, checks me out from head to toe and back, his entire face flushing a pink hue.

  “P-Drive, really? You’re fucking naked.”

  “So? You came to my room.”

  “Bro, my brother is practically naked in front of my boyfriend,” he growls. “Put some goddamned clothes on.”

  It finally hits me what he’s saying.

  “Oh, you don’t have to get dressed on my account.” Dennis waves his hand over his still cherry-red face. “Wow. You Ellis brothers are genetically put together very well.” He looks his fill until Paul wedges his entire body in front of Dennis like a six-foot-two wall of muscle.

  “You like that when you got all of this keeping your bed warm?” He runs his hand down his chest and grips his crotch.

  Dennis grins and puts a hand to Paul’s chest. “Relax, Paulo. No need to be green. I am in love with you, my feisty pistola. Though it must be said that seu irmão fica muito bem nu. I cannot tell a lie.” He grins, and his gaze shoots to me.

  “I’ll be getting ready for the day. Feel free to make coffee or continue bickering. Whatever floats your boat.”

  When I walk back into the bedroom, Skyler is standing with a towel wrapped around her body, her hair wet from the shower. “Was that Paul and Dennis I heard?”

  “Yeah, and get this.” I walk over and stand behind her where she’s digging in her suitcase. She pulls out a pair of lacy underwear, and the beast takes notice. I grip her hips and rub up against her from behind.

  She laughs and slaps at my hands, trying to remove her booty from having contact.

  “Get what?”

  “Paul got jealous. I answered the door like this, not thinking it through because, you know, it’s just the guys. He got a little pissed that Dennis drooled a bit.”

  Skyler laughs. “Can’t blame him there.” She spins around, wraps her arms around my neck, and lifts up onto her toes. “My man is freakin’ hot to trot! Naked or clothed but especially naked,” she says, before kissing me silly. “Although, now that your brother has a boyfriend, you should probably be a bit more discreet.”

  “True.” I kiss her once more, swiftly, before smacking her on her towel-covered ass and heading to the shower. “I’ll be fast, and then maybe we can get them to take us down to the beach.”

  “Before you start looking into his company?”

  “Definitely. There’s no way I can work today. I need some time after that travel day. And we all need to take a load off.”

  “Yay! The pups will love that! Speaking of . . . I best go make sure they peed on the puppy pads and not on the carpet. You want me to grab you a cup of coffee?”

  “I’d love that, baby.”

  For a moment, I watch Skyler shimmy into her lace panties and matching bra before tossing a short sundress over her head. It falls down to her midthigh in a flare of wild blues, purples, greens, and yellows, accentuating her honey-tanned skin and spectacular legs. She’s a ball of light and color. That’s what Skyler Paige does for me. Puts color into my world.

  5

  SKYLER

  The water at Copacabana Beach is a startling deep blue with twinges of a dark moss green at the edge where the waves crash against the crescent shape going as far as the eye can see. We’ve just finished brunch, and I’m filled to the brim from eating fried bread, chicken and cheese croquettes, and scrambled eggs and tuna. At first, the last combination did not sound appetizing at all, but Denny, my new gay BFF and self-designated Rio guide, required that we eat it. He assured us it would be “felicidade na minha boca.”

  He explained that it translated to “bliss in my mouth,” to which Parker immediately joked that I was bliss in his mouth and went on to state he’d proven such a thing that very morning. Everyone had a great laugh at my expense, and I blushed profusely at his candor, while he and Paul knocked fists like alpha hotheads.

  Now we sit, full bellied, staring out over the ocean. I smile at Dennis. “Your city is beautiful, Denny. I wish Royce could have joined us.”

  Parker tucks me against his side while Paul loops an arm over Denny’s shoulder to cuddle his guy.

  “Peaches, Roy was wiped. He hasn’t done international travel in a long time and doesn’t sleep well on planes. Besides, Dennis gave him some of the newest financials, and he’s going to get a bead on those later on this evening after he’s slept and eaten off his jet lag. We’ll catch up with him tonight for dinner.”

  I pout but nod. I’d hoped to spend a little time with Royce once I found out he was coming along on this trip. Most of the trips we’ve been on were with Bo, so I feel as though I have a deeper connection to him. I want the same thing with one of the other men Parker holds high in his life.

  “Okay. What are we doing first?” I flick my gaze to my sleeping dogs where they wait patiently under the table for another walk. I smile and focus on Dennis and Paul.

  “First and foremost, Sky, you are safe here, and you aren’t,” Paul announces. “Just because we’re thousands of miles from home does not mean we’re going to be completely lax. I’m still on you and Park. Yes, you can feel freer here. The likelihood that the person who’s trying to hurt you knows where you are is slim to none. Which means I want to make sure you don’t make that easier on the individual. No posting pics on your social media feeds or talking to folks back home. The people who know where you are, are trusted and vetted. Mom, Dad, Wendy, Pritchard, and Bo. That’s it. No one else.”

  I tense up at the mention of the trouble back home. Parker presses his lips to my ear, his breath hot against my skin as he whispers, “You’re safe. My brother and I are going to make it so.”

  My hand rests on Parker’s thigh, and I squeeze in acquiescence, but turn my head to look into his sky-blue gaze. “I’m not worried about me, honey. If I lose you, there might as well be no me. After everything I’ve lost, losing what we have, what we’re building together . . . I couldn’t hack it. And I’m woman enough to admit it.”

  He cups my cheek, then tunnels his fingers through my hair until he’s holding me at the nape. “You’re not going to have to. It’s you and me against
it all. Remember?”

  I lick my lips and swallow down the sudden emotion. “Yeah, honey. You and me.”

  “Against it all,” he repeats, but takes my lips in the softest kiss. That single kiss tells me everything I need to know. He’s aware of how important he is to me; he understands it and feels the same way. We’re truly in this together.

  “All right, you two, I think we’re good. Just remember, I’m going to be around, keeping an eye out, but be wary. Enjoy yourselves, enjoy my man’s home, but don’t be stupid.”

  Parker tosses his napkin at his brother’s face. “Shut up, bro. We got the message.” He stands up, grabs the leash we had wrapped around his chair arm, and holds his hand out for me to take. Midnight and Sunny both bang around between the chairs until they rest their booties at their daddy’s feet, tongues lolling out, ready for whatever is next on our agenda. “Now if you don’t mind, my girl worships the sun, and my dogs need some exploring time. I’m going to take my woman for a stroll along the beach. You gonna give your man a little of your time too, bro?” He lasers his sardonic gaze on Paul, who scowls but stands up to follow.

  “Come on, baby. Let’s go get our feet wet.” Parker holds my hand, and I follow him off the side steps of the beach restaurant and stop at the bottom to remove my flip-flops and take Sunny’s leash while he has Midnight’s. He removes his thongs too, the two of us letting the warm sands of Rio de Janeiro slide between our toes. I tip my head back up toward the sun and soak in the golden rays.

  Parker waits silently until I’m done giving the world a hug, and we tread with our pups through the sand toward where the water is breaking against the shore. The dogs are excited but leery of the crashing waves and water running up and back.

  We get to the water’s edge and walk hand in hand, letting crisp waves slap against our feet and ankles as we go, watching our dogs chase the water in and out again playfully. I scan the horizon and see endless blue until it meets the earth, highlighting Sugarloaf Mountain and the city and mountain range beyond, where the Christ the Redeemer statue stands, arms stretched wide, overlooking God’s country.

  “Did you know that the Christ statue was designed by a Frenchman?” Parker mentions conversationally as I stare at the statue way off in the distance. I really want to see it up close and hope that Dennis plans to take us there while we’re here.

  I stop where I stand and press my sunglasses up into my hair. Parker is devastatingly handsome in his black aviators, his hair a bit curly on top, fluttering teasingly in the light breeze.

  “For real?”

  He nods and grins a pearly white smile.

  God, thank you for bringing me such a beautiful man.

  “Yeah, some say that’s why the face of the Christ and Lady Liberty seem so similar. I think it’s the fact that both are huge statues that make incredible statements of peace, love, and unity, regardless of the Christian nature of the statue here.”

  I grab Parker’s hand and swing it, thinking about what he said. Our position, hand in hand walking along the beach, reminds me of our time in France. “I loved our time in Paris. Speaking of, have you talked to Sophie lately?”

  He shakes his head. “No, but we’ve texted. She’s a busy woman, and now she has a man she’s committed to having in her life for the long haul. I’d like to invite her and Gabriel out once we’re settled into our home. What would you say to that? I know before you didn’t want to stay at her home, but I was hoping, after everything, you’d see there really isn’t anything at all to be worried about. I’m all in with you, baby. There’s not another woman for me.”

  I smile huge, turn toward him, plaster my chest to his, and wrap my arms around his neck. Sunny’s leash creates a bit of resistance, but I hold strong. “I’d love that, honey. I know you care about her, and I’m no longer threatened by the fact that you once had a physical relationship with her. If you want Sophie to come visit us, I’ll happily open my home.”

  He grins and squeezes my ass before nuzzling my nose. “That’s good, baby, because I already told her that, after the new year, she and Gabriel can come visit and check out the house, meet my parents and the pups.”

  I slide my nose against his and press my lips to his before speaking softly. “You are too much.”

  “Hopefully just enough for you.” He wraps his hands around my waist and spins me around in a circle. The dog leashes quickly tie us together, and we both laugh at our misfortune, kiss several times in quick succession, and maneuver out of our silly predicament.

  When I turn around, I notice Paul and Denny about twenty to thirty feet behind us, wrapped in one another’s arms. Paul is kissing up Denny’s neck while Dennis laughs joyfully.

  I nudge Parker’s shoulder. “Did you ever think you’d see that?”

  He glances behind us and watches as Paul cups Denny’s face and lays a demonstrative lip-lock on him. One of Denny’s feet playfully rises in the classic lovers’ pose as his hands grip Paul’s massive biceps. The man really is built. The two of them, standing together, having a private moment on a beach in Rio, are absolutely beautiful. So different, yet it works for them. Dennis is everything Paul is not. Quiet, charming, eloquent, and sweet to Paul’s brooding, built, gruff, no-nonsense way. What Paul hides from others is openly visible when he’s with Denny or Parker, and now with me: his heart is made of pure gold, and Dennis Romoaldo has captured it completely.

  “Honestly? I had no clue my brother was into men. More and more, I’m getting used to it, but it’s never bothered me. More revealing is that I’ve never seen him happy romantically. My money is on Dennis being the person Paulie settles down with.”

  I bite into my lip and squeal under my breath. “Righteous!” I blurt, and Parker chuckles, looping my waist with his arm so we can continue our walk.

  “Yeah, it is. I’m happy he found something he loves as much as the honor and duty he fights for being a soldier. I worried like fuck about him. Last I heard, he’s thinking about not reenlisting.”

  I tilt my head and glance over my shoulder back at the two men. Paul’s gaze is on us, so I wave.

  “You’re a dork.” Parker laughs.

  “I’m just thinking . . .”

  “Uh-oh. Nothing good ever happens after a woman says that.” He brings his hand up to curve around my neck.

  I growl playfully. “Seriously, I have an idea about what your brother can do if he chooses not to reenlist.”

  “Yeah? Lay it on me.”

  “Well, since he’s made himself my protector until we figure out who this psycho guy is, what if he did that job for a living? I mean, Nate was military prior to owning Van Dyken Security. Maybe he could go into business with them, or start up one of his own?”

  Parker nods. “Could work. Guess it depends on what he wants to do.”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’ll mention it to him. Even when we get this situation on lock, I still want him on you until Nate and Rachel are a hundred percent.”

  “I’ll make sure my accountant has his info, so he can issue payment every two weeks.”

  Parker stops and smiles wide. “Good luck with that, Peaches.”

  I frown and stand next to him, letting the wet sand suction around my feet up to my ankles as the surf splashes in and retracts.

  He shakes his head. “Baby, he’s never gonna let you pay.”

  I jerk my head back. “That’s absurd. He has to let me pay him. I’m not a charity case—” I continue to argue, but I’m cut off.

  “No, babe, you’re my woman. His sister. Family. You need the services of someone like him. He isn’t working. He’ll provide that service. Period.”

  I grit my teeth. “Honey, listen to how crazy that sounds in your own head and hear it from my perspective. Really listen.” The independent woman inside me is bristling with one helluva complaint.

  He shrugs. “It’s the way it is. You’re family. Regardless of what you might think, your job makes you a target. My brother deals in neutralizing enemies
. If he thinks you’re in danger or unsafe, he’s gonna step in. It’s his way. It’s who he is. You’re now an important part of his world.”

  I wiggle my feet until I break up the sand that’s built up around them up to my ankles and stomp closer to Parker and look up into his handsome face. “He will be paid,” I clip, then turn and march off down the beach, taking my irritation with me.

  Parker’s laughter echoes from behind me until he and Midnight run past us, which immediately gets Sunny moving at a trot, so of course, I follow them.

  The wire cable threading through the box above the cable car is the only thing I can hear inside this see-through box as it sails through the air, thirteen hundred feet above water and land toward Sugarloaf Mountain. As much as I want to take in the beauty that is Brazil from this height, I can barely breathe. I close my eyes and burrow against Parker’s chest and hold on to my man as though my life depends on it. Probably because it does. Because we’re going to fucking die out here. Those tiny wire cables are really thin. One of them is going to snap, making the weight distribution all jacked up, and it’s going to toss us from side to side until the entire thing falls off and we end up in the South Atlantic Ocean or the forest-filled mountains directly below.

  I can imagine the headlines and the story:

  Actress Skyler Paige Dies a Horrific Death After Falling over a Thousand Feet Trapped in a Glass Box. She plummeted to her death, and it is surmised that she hit trees and jagged rocks until falling off a mountainside into the ocean and drowning. Unfortunately, her body was never recovered because it was trapped in a crushed glass box at the bottom of the fucking ocean!

  I’m so glad we dropped off the pups with Royce in the hotel to relax and rest while we went to see the sights.

  “Sky, baby, you’re shaking.” Parker rubs his hands up and down my back. “You’re afraid of heights?” he asks with a hint of surprise.