Her Wilde Bodyguards (Wilde, Nevada 5)

Kyle reached over and touched the back of her hand, delivering a spark that shot up her arm and down her body. “Just try, Gya. It’s been a long night for you. You might be able to doze off.”

“Okay.” She closed her eyes, feeling the vibration of the engine on her body.

Chapter Three

Gya floated in the water of the Crystal Dream Hotel’s pool under the watchful eyes of Aaron and Kyle, standing on the edge.

Why am I naked in a public place?

No one seemed to care except for Aaron and Kyle, who were also naked but still wearing their sunglasses. Given her past, trust didn’t come easy, but for some reason she trusted them with all her

heart. They wouldn’t hurt her. Ever.

“Wouldn’t you two like to join me? The water is so nice.” She could feel her skin tingling from the water’s ripples. Or was it their kisses. Kisses? But they were just standing on the edge of the pool.

Not anymore. Now, she was in their arms on her bed, being kissed by them into a state of oblivion. Her lips throbbed as they squeezed her body between their muscled frames. She tingled from head to toe, relishing every intimate touch they gave her.

Aaron’s fingers traced her shoulders as he devoured her lips once again. Kyle kissed the back of her neck and ran his hands down her sides. In their arms she could just be. She didn’t have to worry about stalkers or concerts or anything. They were in control. They were in charge. She was safe.

She loved when Kyle moved his hand up to her breasts and pinched her nipples, sending shivers down her back.

Aaron traced her lips with his tongue and then sent it into her mouth. The intimacy of their kiss made her tingle. She removed his sunglasses and stared into his mesmerizing blue eyes, which were wide open, gazing back at her. When she felt his hand glide over her pussy, her eyes closed and a moan escaped her lips.

The room spun and when it slowed down, they and the bed had been transported to a stage in a sold-out stadium. The crowd cheered their approval, which seemed to spur on Aaron and Kyle even more. They kissed and caressed her into a dizzying state of arousal, touching every inch of her body with their hands and mouths.

Closing her eyes, she writhed on the bed and heard the audience rise to their feet. When she opened them again, Aaron and Kyle were back in their suits wearing their sunglass and off the bed.

“No. Please. Don’t stop.”

An earthquake shook the entire stage and she nearly fell off the bed. She brought out her arms, trying to steady herself. Her fingers touched muscles.

“Are you okay, Gya?” Aaron asked.

She opened her eyes, and looked into his blue orbs. He’d removed his sunglasses.

Wait. This isn’t the stadium. This is the limo. Oh God. What did he hear?

She leaned back, removing her hand from his chest. It was only a dream.

She tried to catch her breath, which was difficult since erotic rumblings still moved through her body. “I’m perfectly fine, Mr. Strait. I just dozed off.”

Kyle leaned forward. “Were you having a nightmare?”

“No. Why in the world would you ask that?”

He shrugged. “You seemed agitated. You were talking in your sleep.”

What did I say? “I wasn’t dreaming anything at all,” she lied, feeling her cheeks burn hot. “It must’ve been the bumps in the road.”

“I’m sure that’s it.” Stephanie smiled, clearly realizing she wasn’t telling the whole truth. “We’re here.”

The limo came to a stop by the plane. Sharon, the promoter of the tour, stood by a rental car on the tarmac.

She was about to open the door when both Stephanie’s and Aaron’s cells rang at the same time.

“It’s Sam, my man on the ground at your house in Malibu,” Aaron said, bringing his phone up to his ear. “Sam, what’s the status there?”

“This is Sky.” Stephanie answered her call from her assistant. “Hello. Slow down, Sky. A what?”