replied, smiling beautifully for them both. It took a drawn breath for Ja’Rol to remember they weren’t going upstairs right away.
“Let me dismiss our carriage. I think we can take it from here,” Slone said. Ja’Rol nodded.
Slone stepped away and Ja’Rol neared Brigit, lowering his voice for her alone. “I want to kiss you.” Her blue eyes sparkled in answer. “I want to take you upstairs and treat you like that chocolate dessert you ate with such a teasing art. I still ache.”
A heat began to spread on her cheeks, her face dropping from his to try to hide her pleasure in his desire.
Slone walked up behind her, bracketing her between his arms as he cupped her waist within his palms. He buried his nose against her neck and Ja’Rol watched her eyes drift shut, growing sultry as her desire flared to life. “You smell wonderful tonight, pet.” He dropped a few slow kisses on her shoulder, then he stood. “What would you like to do, Brigit? The night is young.”
“Let’s walk,” she said, enticing them both with a beckoning, winsome smile.
“Do you want to change?” Ja’Rol asked.
Both he and Slone loved the gown she’d purchased for the ceremony. A simple chiffon in very pale baby pink with satin trim, it was innocent but then daring with a low bust line and a half-bared back. It floated around her body with every motion. Low-heeled sandals only brought her an inch or two higher, giving her silky legs the kind of attention they truly deserved. It had been hard to let her walk out of the room without tearing it from her sweet curves. The dress formed to her as if to scream to the world that a beautiful woman lay beneath its shape, teasing anyone who looked with glimpses of pale skin and feminine lushness.
She slipped an arm through each of theirs, saying, “Now, what would be the fun of looking fabulous if we were walking in street clothes?” Her bright, playful laughter turned many heads in the casino doors toward the street at the sound.
“She is right,” Slone pointed out. He crooked an arm and Ja’Rol did the same, letting her fit perfectly between them. “Shall we, pet?”
The smile on her perfect lips stole Ja’Rol’s heart, completely.
Chapter Ten
Brigit focused. “ Am I doing this right?”
Slone smiled down at her. “ Very right.”
“Can you both hear me?”
Ja’Rol’s fingers covered hers on his arm. “Yes,” he answered, lowering to brush a light kiss to her lips.
“How do I speak to just one?” she asked them.
“It’s more a direct concentration.” They paused in front of the dancing water fountains of the Bellagio.
“How will I know if I’m doing it right?”
“You’ve already shown a strong ability; the rest is just practice.” Slone’s voice was warm and rich, flowing through her mind. “ We’ll both help you learn to recognize the sensation. Believe it or not, but we both have a certain, vibration, I guess, to our projection.”
“So that will make it easier to tell you apart?”
“Completely,” Ja’rol finished.
She nodded, thinking about what he’d said, realizing that he was right. She could tell who was speaking. Like their voices had a certain tone, or timbre, so did their thoughts. Slipping from her escorts, she palmed the designed concrete barrier between the sidewalk and the water, rocking back and forth on her heels, watching the play of water and light.
The spotlights flashed and the sound of strings began to waft over the large lake. The show was starting.
“Can I ask you two something?”
They leaned on their elbows with her, boxing her in, but only to be close. “Anything, pet.” Slone clasped his hands, their twitch timed to the beat of the symphony music.
“What did you mean on the plane? And this morning? You said ‘us’ like you were a different religion, maybe. Does it have something to do with us, all of us?”
Slone and Ja’Rol shared a look, and she swore Ja’Rol wanted to tell her
“Let me dismiss our carriage. I think we can take it from here,” Slone said. Ja’Rol nodded.
Slone stepped away and Ja’Rol neared Brigit, lowering his voice for her alone. “I want to kiss you.” Her blue eyes sparkled in answer. “I want to take you upstairs and treat you like that chocolate dessert you ate with such a teasing art. I still ache.”
A heat began to spread on her cheeks, her face dropping from his to try to hide her pleasure in his desire.
Slone walked up behind her, bracketing her between his arms as he cupped her waist within his palms. He buried his nose against her neck and Ja’Rol watched her eyes drift shut, growing sultry as her desire flared to life. “You smell wonderful tonight, pet.” He dropped a few slow kisses on her shoulder, then he stood. “What would you like to do, Brigit? The night is young.”
“Let’s walk,” she said, enticing them both with a beckoning, winsome smile.
“Do you want to change?” Ja’Rol asked.
Both he and Slone loved the gown she’d purchased for the ceremony. A simple chiffon in very pale baby pink with satin trim, it was innocent but then daring with a low bust line and a half-bared back. It floated around her body with every motion. Low-heeled sandals only brought her an inch or two higher, giving her silky legs the kind of attention they truly deserved. It had been hard to let her walk out of the room without tearing it from her sweet curves. The dress formed to her as if to scream to the world that a beautiful woman lay beneath its shape, teasing anyone who looked with glimpses of pale skin and feminine lushness.
She slipped an arm through each of theirs, saying, “Now, what would be the fun of looking fabulous if we were walking in street clothes?” Her bright, playful laughter turned many heads in the casino doors toward the street at the sound.
“She is right,” Slone pointed out. He crooked an arm and Ja’Rol did the same, letting her fit perfectly between them. “Shall we, pet?”
The smile on her perfect lips stole Ja’Rol’s heart, completely.
Chapter Ten
Brigit focused. “ Am I doing this right?”
Slone smiled down at her. “ Very right.”
“Can you both hear me?”
Ja’Rol’s fingers covered hers on his arm. “Yes,” he answered, lowering to brush a light kiss to her lips.
“How do I speak to just one?” she asked them.
“It’s more a direct concentration.” They paused in front of the dancing water fountains of the Bellagio.
“How will I know if I’m doing it right?”
“You’ve already shown a strong ability; the rest is just practice.” Slone’s voice was warm and rich, flowing through her mind. “ We’ll both help you learn to recognize the sensation. Believe it or not, but we both have a certain, vibration, I guess, to our projection.”
“So that will make it easier to tell you apart?”
“Completely,” Ja’rol finished.
She nodded, thinking about what he’d said, realizing that he was right. She could tell who was speaking. Like their voices had a certain tone, or timbre, so did their thoughts. Slipping from her escorts, she palmed the designed concrete barrier between the sidewalk and the water, rocking back and forth on her heels, watching the play of water and light.
The spotlights flashed and the sound of strings began to waft over the large lake. The show was starting.
“Can I ask you two something?”
They leaned on their elbows with her, boxing her in, but only to be close. “Anything, pet.” Slone clasped his hands, their twitch timed to the beat of the symphony music.
“What did you mean on the plane? And this morning? You said ‘us’ like you were a different religion, maybe. Does it have something to do with us, all of us?”
Slone and Ja’Rol shared a look, and she swore Ja’Rol wanted to tell her
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