A soft knocking on her door brought a smile to her face, and she went over and opened it, revealing a rather nervous Spencer standing there. "Morgan sent me over to see if you were ready. I think he went to the restaurant to get us a table already."
Erin nodded and held out her hand. Hesitantly, he clasped it, leading her out of her room. She turned and closed the door, reclining back against his chest as she took a deep breath. "So, did David send you here to make sure that I was okay?" she asked softly. "It really is too much of a coincidence that you show up here like this. I hope this means that the DNA match finally came back on the body found in that basement."
"Yes, Erin. You are safe and can come home," he replied softly, leaning in to kiss her gently. She returned the kiss, grateful for the contact. It had been so hard, staying sequestered in Dave's house, working on projects for the Director from there, not breathing a word of her survival to anyone, not even her children. Unable to help herself, she began to cry, clinging to Spencer as she wept. "The children will be meeting you at Dave's when the plane lands. He wanted to be the one who broke the news to them."
She nodded, still holding tightly to him. And then she felt another set of arms close around her. "Pretty ladies shouldn't cry so hard in Paradise," Derek whispered in her ear and she nodded, leaning back against his strong chest. "Especially not when they can become the Phoenix reborn. Maybe that will be my nickname for you, Phoenix."
Erin smiled a little before turning her head and kissing his cheek. "Davie might not like you calling me that. He's rather possessive of what he considers to be his."
"Well, since he was the one who sent us to comfort you and bring you home when the trip is over, I think he'll be okay with me calling you that. Our lovely, beautiful, fierce, protective, Phoenix." She turned in Reid's arms and wrapped her arms around Derek's waist, nuzzling her face against his chest. "I've missed seeing your face in the bullpen, you know."
"I don't know if you'll be seeing it back there." She was surprised by how right her words felt as they tumbled from her lips. "I can't do that job anymore. It almost took everything I had to give. If Aaron had been just a few moments later, it would have. I need to spend time with my children, my family, my David. I need time to be me."
He nodded before lifting her chin gently, covering her lips in a light kiss. "As long as we get to see you every so often. All right?" She nodded and hugged him tighter, not wanting to let go of this feeling of being wanted. "And Rossi's going to call tomorrow to talk to you. You leave him for a few hours and he has a fit."
"Do you blame him?"
"Not really, no." Hooking his arm around her waist, he and Spencer began to lead her towards the main building. "And I forgot to tell you that you look absolutely beautiful. So gorgeous and soft. I cannot wait to unwrap you tonight."
She giggled lowly, snuggling close to him. "Maybe I just want to be held tonight."
"Held and caressed and stroked and kissed," he growled in reply, running his hand up and down her side. "And I know just how to make beautiful women like you sing."
Spencer coughed a little and she turned her head to look at him. "You two are going to end up in a compromising situation if you keep that kind of talk up. I do not want to have to call Rossi and tell him that he has to bail the love of his life and his friend out of a Mexican jail." Erin nodded, letting her head fall against his shoulder as they continued their walk.
The restaurant wasn't that busy, and they were seated in a secluded booth moments after they had walked up to the podium. "So, what should I get to eat?" she asked, looking over the menu and not seeing anything that really caught her eye.
"The salmon sounds good," Spencer replied, a small smile on his face. She nodded and set the menu aside, waiting for their waitress to return. When she came back, Spencer ordered for the both of them, while Derek put in an order for the New York Strip. Even the way he said that made her blush, feeling the reaction her body had to those sensual words. "Derek is always good at pushing boundaries, Erin. Don't let it get to you too much."
"I'll try not to, Spencer." Her reply was soft, and she tightened her hand around her glass, bringing it to her lips to sip at the lemonade. Desire was fast pooling in her groin and she shifted a little on the bench, trying to sit in a way that wouldn't cause her too much distraction. "So, do the others know about my resurrection?"
"No. Dave was going to take care of that, too. I must admit, it was really difficult to believe him at first, even though we had Emily as our example of rising from the dead." Reid's steady voice helped to focus her, even as she felt Derek's foot rub up and down her leg sensuously. "Though Derek is going to give us away if he doesn't knock that off! My leg is right next to Erin's, you know."
"Oh, I know, Pretty Boy. Believe me, I know." The smile he gave them was so wicked that Erin couldn't stop shivering, suddenly wishing that they could give up on the farce of eating so that she could have a thoroughly more decadent experience back in her room. Letting out a high pitched sigh, she scooted closer to Reid, feeling he was the safer person at the moment.
"So, are you enjoying the resort so far?" she managed to gasp out, feeling Derek slide his foot between her legs, his big toe rubbing incessantly against her mound, exciting her further. Slipping her hand off the table, she dug her fingers into the fabric of her skirt, letting her nostrils flare as she tried to steady her breathing. "Seriously, Derek, enough," she breathed out, begging him with her eyes to do as she said.
"All right, Erin," he replied, letting his foot fall to the floor. "The resort is beautiful. I can't imagine only spending two weeks in this paradise."
"The weeks will pass quickly, especially if we're together for a majority of them," she said, trying to make her voice sound sultry and inviting. It must have worked, because she watched Derek's nostrils flare open with desire. "Is there anything in particular that you want to do?"
"You," Reid replied frankly, shocking both Derek and her. Turning her head to look at the young doctor, she raked her eyes down to his lap and took in how hard he was already. "You and Derek know how to tease and push boundaries. I never learned those secrets. I just know what I want, and that happens to be you at the moment. So if you two would kindly refrain from the innuendo until we get back to the room, I would much appreciate it."
She nodded slowly before closing the distance between them and capturing his lips in a searing kiss. "Think that can last you for ninety minutes?" she murmured, never taking her eyes off his.
"I have amazing endurance, Erin," he responded smartly, and she nodded, feeling the words travel right down to her vulva, making her impossibly wetter. "It's something that I'm trying to teach Derek."
"We all have to have some sort of weakness, Pretty Boy," Derek growled while Erin giggled softly into her hand. "Oh, look, our food is here. Looks like we might not have to waste an entire ninety minutes," he said and Erin whipped her head up to look at the waitress. There was no hint of a blush nor any signs of embarrassment on her face, and it made her wonder how often the woman had seen scenes like this play out before her eyes.
Sitting up straight, Erin breathed in the scent of her food, a contented sigh slipping from her lips as she picked up her fork and flaked off a piece of the salmon, bringing it to her lips. It was then that she realized she had both Reid's and Derek's eyes on her and as she closed her lips around the utensil, she made certain to draw it out slowly, letting the groan tumble from her lips. She hadn't thought she was a tease, but it was so easy to goad them on, since she knew exactly how this first night in Paradise was going to end.
"I swear to God, Erin, my control is only so strong. If you keep that up, I'm going to drag you into the bathroom and take you against a stall door." The rough words that came from Derek's lips just inflamed her and she squirmed a little in her seat before spreading her lips, unable to stand the slight pressure on her clit any longer.
"My rope is starting to fray a little, too, Derek," she said as she dug into her food. Slipping her free hand off the table, she began to run her hand up and down Reid's thigh, letting him know just how much she wanted every experience they were offering her that night. "And I dare say that Spencer is close to losing it, too. He's so warm beneath my palm."
A strangled groan slipped from Reid's lips as his hand clamped down on hers, roughly bringing it over to his cock. "If you insist on teasing me, Erin, at least make sure that I get some pleasure out of it."
"Yes, Doctor," she purred out, closing her hand over the bulge in his pants. He twitched beneath her touches, and she smiled, knowing that in that moment she was in charge and anything she wanted, she could just ask for.
The rest of the meal progressed much too slowly for her liking, but the heated looks that they exchanged were enough to keep her satisfied for the moment. All three of them groaned aloud when the waitress brought over a dessert that no one had asked for. The look in the woman's eyes, though, told Erin everything that she needed to know, and she bit her lip before waving the woman off.
Picking up a spoon, she dug into the ice cream and brought a bite to her lips, making certain to let a few drops land on her chin. Turning to Reid, she arched one eyebrow in open invitation. He took the bait and leaned in, lapping the sugary treat off before running his tongue up to her lips and tracing them softly. "Umm, you taste delicious, Erin. Here." Reid stuck his finger in the chocolate sauce and painted her lips with it before dragging said finger down her jaw and the upper part of her neck.
"Spencer!" she gasped out as he latched on to her neck, sucking and licking the chocolate off. Derek was watching them, desire and humor warming his gaze, and Erin looked up at the ceiling as she felt her first orgasm of the night start to build deep in the pit of her stomach.
"Back off, Pretty Boy. Before she can't keep from drawing attention to us. I have the feeling that you are a screamer, Erin. Am I right?" he drawled out before taking a large bite of the sundae.
"I might be. You'll just have to see what you can draw out of me." She picked up her spoon once more, taking small, delicate, bites in an attempt to let her body relax. She knew there was no way that she could walk back to the room in her current state, and so she focused on the dessert, desperately trying to think of England.