Love Under Two Wranglers [The Lusty, Texas Collection] (Siren Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Covington

  Arousal strummed through her blood, taking on a life of its own as it defied her attempt to either rein it in, or spur it on.

  She whimpered, and raised her hips, trying desperately to catch that elusive touch, to bring it where she needed it the most, on her clit.

  “Easy, sweet thing. I’ll take care of you.” Duncan’s words sent heated breath across her breast, lighting a path of passion as he kissed his way down her stomach. Her nipples drew even tighter and she felt her juices coating the outside of her slit.

  She knew what was coming and her feminine flesh wept with joy.

  “Oh, yes, yes!” The sensation of Duncan’s mouth on her pussy sent her arousal into orbit. Tiny electric shocks zapped out all over her body, running a current of pure excitement from her pussy to her nipples. When Duncan swirled his tongue around her clit, she couldn’t hold back the guttural moans that escaped her throat.

  “You taste so good, Holly. I want to drink you as you come.”

  His words ignited the fuse to her climax, and when he inserted his fingers into her, when he sucked her clit into his mouth, Holly’s orgasm exploded.

  Pure pleasure bowed her off the bed, tensing every muscle in her body as wave after wave of rapture buffeted her, sent her deeper into a freefall beyond her wildest dreams. Her womb contracted with each new spasm, as ecstasy drenched her from within.

  Duncan raised his lips, but left his fingers inside her. She heard the tearing of a wrapper, and opened her eyes in time to see him role the condom on, one-handed. Then he withdrew his fingers from her, and moved up her body.

  “Put your arms around me, baby. Let me share your taste with you.”

  Holly wound her arms around him and gave him her mouth, eager for this kiss, feeling naughty that she liked the taste of her own juices on a lovers lips. She tasted them both, a salty, savory flavor that fed her curiosity and rekindled her fires. The two of them together tasted subtly different than her and Alan had.

  That kiss relit her fires.

  Duncan lifted his lips. “Hold on.” He gently rolled them on the bed, reversing their positions.

  Holly found herself sprawled on top him, and when her legs slid a little further apart, she felt the amazing heat of his latex-covered cock resting against her wet slit. A tiny wiggle, and her labia parted. “Mmm. That feels incredible!”

  “We’ll do it this way, baby, so you’re in control. Here, like this.” He helped her get on her knees, and then lifted her slightly. “Put my cock where you need it, Holly. Take me inside you.”

  Holly reached down, finding Duncan’s hard, latex-covered cock. He felt extra silky with the condom on, and she shivered, even as she placed his cockhead at the entrance of her body.

  Then he eased her down, and Holly closed her eyes and savored the sensation of his cock slowly entering her to the hilt.

  “Oh, yes.” She loved everything about this. When she felt Duncan’s cock flex within her, she opened her eyes and looked down at him. Holly felt astounded by the fierceness of his expression.

  “Swear to God, woman, the look on your face just now damn near made me come.”

  “I couldn’t help it. You feel so good inside me.” She couldn’t help, either, but to flex her inner muscles. Duncan’s eyes crossed, and she thought that was a fine reaction, indeed. “What do I do now?”

  “Ride me, sweetheart. Up and down. You’ll soon get the…oh, baby, why did you even ask me? You’re a natural. Damn, you feel wonderful. Yes, just like that.”

  Holly had immediately begun to move on him, and in no time at all she knew what she was doing. She kept moving, working Duncan’s cock in and out of her body, setting a slow, steady pace. She began to experiment, adding little swirls to her movements. She managed to brush her clit against the nest of curls surrounding his shaft, and shivered in response. That felt so good, she did it again.

  Holly felt motion beside her and looked to the right. Alan was on his knees, his cock in hand. Already hard, with a tiny drop of viscose liquid at the end, she knew what he wanted—which was the same thing she wanted, too.

  “Honey, I’m so glad you said you wanted to taste me. I’ve wanted to feel your mouth surrounding my cock since last night, when I watched you pleasure Duncan.”

  “Mmm, yes, please.” Last night, her body had been shocked by the sudden flood of Duncan’s cum in her mouth. She’d never been able to tell from all she’d read, exactly what a man’s seed would taste like.

  Now, being so close to Alan, inhaling deeply and taking in his unique masculine aroma, her mouth was actually watering. I wonder if his juices will taste different than Duncan’s. Their kisses tasted different. She couldn’t wait to find out.

  As Holly leaned closer to Alan, Duncan clamped his hands on her waist, likely to keep her from falling off him. She flicked a glance at him, and smiled. Then she turned her attention to Alan’s cock. Another time, she’d trace the blue veins that gave life to his hard shaft. Like Duncan, he’d been circumcised, and the bulbous head, swollen with his arousal, skin shiny-tight, had taken on a slightly purplish hue. She took a moment to stroke the flesh with her finger. Here was one of nature’s miracles, that a man’s cock was hard and yet velvety soft. Fragile, and yet the instrument for dispensing the seed of life.

  “Suck my cock, Holly. Now.”

  That tone of command sent a shiver down Holly’s spine. She met his gaze for just a moment. Alan Wilson was serious, and seriously impassioned. She licked her lips, took in his heated reaction to her small gesture, and then fisted him.

  Women are not without power. It seemed an incongruous thought as she bent closer, parted her lips, and sucked him in.

  Holly closed her eyes as the sensation of having Alan in her mouth gave her a sense of pleasure. Salty and savory, his flavor graced her tongue, a flavor that was similar to Duncan’s yet different. She moved her head up and down on his shaft, using her tongue to stroke him. She swallowed, and tasted his body salt and his pre-cum.

  “Damn, woman.” Alan combed his fingers through her hair, and then wound the strands around them. She felt captured, controlled, and that feeling added a zing to her own arousal.

  Duncan thrust into her, taking over the movements, keeping to her rhythm, and she clenched her inner muscles, rubbed her clit against his groin, and shivered.

  Duncan and Alan hissed at the same time, and she felt both cocks flex. She hummed as her arousal began that roiling, rocking ascent.

  “Let’s see if we can all come at the same time,” Alan said. “And it’s going to have to be soon, because I’m close.”

  “Me, too. Holly has a nice, warm, tight pussy and I love fucking her.”

  She didn’t really mind their banter, because she knew the gasps and groans and the fast approaching climaxes were her doing. Determined to feel that sense of feminine power again, Holly cupped Alan’s scrotum in one hand, pumped him with the other, and sucked strong and steady.

  She also gave Duncan a demonstration of her Kegel exercises.

  “Holy hell,” Alan groaned.

  “Dayum, baby,” Duncan moaned.

  Holly hummed, and worked them both just a little bit more passionately.

  “Yes!” Alan’s fingers flexed tightly in her hair, and she felt his balls draw up and harden, signaling his impending orgasm. She sucked hard and began to swallow just as the first stream of semen landed on her tongue.

  Duncan shouted his release, even as he reached down and pinched her clit.

  Holly moaned as her own rapture soared through her, as wave after wave of the tingling pleasure filled her up and set her free. Now that she’d sampled hot loving with these two men, she knew she’d never be able to live without it—and she wondered, as she sank into satiation, if she would ever be able to live without them.

  Chapter 14

  “I was surprised to see Alan and Duncan when I picked up our lunches at Lusty Appetites. I figured you were free for lunch because the guys had to stay busy and on the ranch all day.”
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br />   Holly looked over as Nancy Jessop reached the top of the stairs. Her friend had a small box in her hands—which Holly had learned was the restaurant’s version of takeout. Apparently, it wasn’t an official sort of service they offered.

  Nancy had begun to speak as soon as she entered the building—something that absolutely didn’t surprise Holly in the least.

  When they’d had their girls’ night, Nancy had told her about the two nicknames she’d been given by the family—“Hurricane Nancy,” which she’d been called since childhood, and the other, “the conclusion-jumping queen of Lusty,” earned in adolescence. Holly could certainly understand the first one, because the woman only had one speed, and that was indeed hurricane speed.

  “Usually they do, but today they were meeting an old associate for lunch. Since the man came all the way from California just to see them, I could hardly begrudge them that.”

  Nancy, Eli and Jeremiah had arrived back home late last night. This was the first opportunity they’d had, the two of them, to get together and catch up.

  “How was Tennessee?” Holly asked.

  “How was the house?” Nancy raised both eyebrows in rapid succession, a mock leer meant to be comical.

  Holly knew her cheeks turned a bit red. Of course, Nancy’s mentioning the fact that Holly and her men had had use of Nancy’s house just put her thoughts right back there, in that very big bed with those two very sexy men. Remembering the pleasure sent a shiver of bliss through her.

  It took all of her willpower to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head.

  “All right, strike that question. I can see by your reaction that the time you spent there was very special.” Nancy met her gaze with a gentle smile. “I was just wondering if you were okay. Yes, that sounds silly, me playing big sister considering you’ve got a year on me.”

  It was Nancy’s turn to look embarrassed. Holly had never really had a best friend before—not the kind she could share personal things with. That Nancy had given her the option of having a place where she and her men could get up close and personal in total privacy had been a heck of a big favor.

  Holly put her hand over Nancy’s. “It doesn’t sound silly at all, and I am really deeply touched that you care enough about me to ask. It was…beyond anything I’d ever imagined.” Then she giggled. “Alan and Duncan are way better than any book boyfriend I ever had.”

  Nancy burst out laughing. “Well I should hope so!”

  They sat at one of the study tables, and dug into the lunch Nancy had brought. Holly had been in the mood for a Cobb salad, and apparently Nancy had been, too.

  “So…Tennessee? And what happened with the guys in DC? I had the feeling that y’all travelled to meet Jeremiah’s family, and to discuss their future career options.” Holly knew that the time was coming when Eli Barton and Jeremiah Winthrop had some decisions to make.

  “Okay, Tennessee. I had a good time. I really like Jeremiah’s family. I was absolutely floored at our engagement party when the guys told me they’d already informed their parents of their intentions toward me. In a few weeks, we’ll head east to visit Eli’s family.”

  “That’s great! It’s always good if you can like your in-laws. Or so I’ve been told.”

  “That was a bonus for me, that’s for sure.” Nancy sighed. “Now, as to their trip to DC. The guys met with their boss, and discussed their options. All I can say is that an offer was made, and we began hashing things out in Tennessee. That topic is going to be a major discussion between us, starting later today.”

  “They’re still on leave right now?”

  “Yes, and they could be for a few more weeks yet, but that’s just like being in limbo.” Nancy sighed. “I have the feeling that they’re ready to turn in their badges and guns so they can be here in Lusty full time. The only thing is, I don’t know if they’re doing that because they think I need to have them near—or if it’s what they really want to do.”

  “That’s a tough one, especially, I would think, with men who are really protective, the way they seem to be.” Holly imagined that both men knew of the emotional struggle Nancy had been going through for years, trying to repair the damage her self-esteem had taken in college.

  Some people had no idea how a single traumatic incident could ripple through a person’s life for years to come.

  “Exactly! They might choose to stay, and even if I asked them flat out, they would assure me that it’s what they really want, when maybe it’s really not—or at least not what they really want for themselves.”

  “What would they do if they stayed in Lusty? I mean, being such strong alpha males, they’d want to work, right?”

  “Exactly!” Nancy nodded her head once, firmly. “Thank you. That’s one more thing I can add to my list of arguments.”

  Holly wondered if she should point out that in romance books, the heroes sometimes decided the heroine didn’t know her own mind, acted accordingly, and caused conflict. Since she wasn’t used to being a close friend, let alone having one, she wasn’t certain if her observation was valid.

  Books and life really were two different things. Art did imitate life, but only to a certain extent.

  “Anyway, I’ll beard the lions in their den later. On the bookstore front, I’ve spoken with Roman James—the book dealer I told you about who has a rare book store in Arlington,” Nancy said. “He’ll be shipping a few boxes of books my way later this week.”

  “Let me know when that shipment arrives. I’ll give you a hand unpacking and cataloguing them.” There was nothing Holly liked more than going through boxes of books, when she had no idea what the books would be.

  “Um…about that.” Nancy’s grin and the laughter in her eyes told Holly all she needed to know.

  “You asked him to send the shipment here, right?”

  Nancy chuckled. “When Roman James says he’s sending a few boxes…well, it’s best to have lots of room to deal with them. After all, ‘a few’ is such an imprecise quantity.”

  “And the library has that large back room, which happens to have such a handy loading dock.”

  “Exactly!”

  “Hey, maybe you can hire your guys to be your assistants. That has the added advantage of their strong backs being at your beck and call.”

  “Please.” Nancy shuddered. “I love them both more than life itself, but I can’t see the three of us working together all the time. Eli is far too much the Dom to accept anything but being the boss—at least where I’m concerned.”

  “I have a feeling you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  “You’re absolutely right. Which is why I’d rather come home to him than work with him all day.”

  Holly made a mental note to do a bit of actual research into the D/s dynamic. Not that she wanted to experience it for herself, of course.

  No, she’d just look into it as an academic exercise. That mental prevarication sent her inner imp into a fit of hysterical laughter.

  Nancy reached for her glass of sweet tea. “You know, all you have to do, anytime, is ask.”

  Holly supposed it was a good thing that her best friend could read her expressions so well.

  She nodded once. Both Alan and Duncan had said they’d not only read the books they’d checked out that first Saturday, but they’d switched. That meant they’d all read Veronica Benedict’s Bound by the Bonfire. Neither had said anything about that particular novel, yet. She supposed that would be something she’d have to ask them about soon. She met Nancy’s gaze and nodded in response to her offer. “Maybe, sometime, I will.”

  * * * *

  “It isn’t the reward that’s motivating me to find this son of a bitch.” Ted Miller used his napkin to wipe his mouth and sat back.

  Alan had seen Nancy Jessop come into Lusty Appetites a few minutes before and leave shortly after with a small cardboard box. He’d known she and Holly would be having lunch together. Alan couldn’t prevent the slight blush when Nancy had winked at him—after all, h
e and Duncan had been rather intimately engaged with Holly in the woman’s house over the last couple of days.

  He pulled his attention away from thoughts of his woman and focused on Ted.

  “We know that,” Duncan said.

  “My company thinks the bastard has been laying low. There’ve been no like crimes reported, so they think he hasn’t committed any since then.”

  “But you believe he might still be harming animals.” Alan figured that in another life, Ted Miller had been a rancher himself. Though he freely admitted that the idea of that kind of hard physical labor wasn’t for him, he had a keen respect for the animals that God put on this earth, as well as the men who tended them.

  “Hell, yes. He could be using his veterinary training in a dozen different ways to wreak havoc, and no one would know.”

  “And you’re convinced that Mrs. Potsy knows not just who the man is, but where he’s been all this time?” Duncan asked.

  “I am. And the fact that she’s gone to ground seems—to me, anyway—to back up that theory.” Ted sighed. “Why else would she disappear? She served her full term in prison. She emerged a free woman. There’s simply no other reason for her to hide.”

  “It could be, like you said, that the woman was more afraid of Doctor Death than she was of serving time in prison,” Duncan said. “Maybe she’s hiding from him.”

  Alan nodded his agreement. “Duncan and I are on the same page, there. There are only two reasons I can think of for a woman like her to protect scum like him. She’s either afraid of him, or she’s in love with him.”

  “Well now, there is a third—and yes, I am fully aware that I tend not to see the best in some folks. She might be stupid enough to try and blackmail the bastard,” Ted said.

  Ginny Kendall came over to their table and cleared away their lunch plates. “Would you gentlemen be looking to have some dessert?”

  “Ma’am, I don’t know if I have room. That was the best roast beef I’ve had in a long, long time.” Ted rested his hand on a stomach that seemed a bit more paunchy since the last time they’d shared a meal.