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

by Cara Covington

  Holly locked the library for the night and turned toward the sidewalk just as a big black pickup truck pulled up to the curb. The passenger door opened and Duncan slid out.

  He nodded to her and held the door, but said nothing. She focused on his gaze, unsurprised by the expression on his face. He looked like a man hanging on by his fingernails.

  Oh, wrangler, I am so there.

  She nodded back, and tried to climb onto the truck. Duncan’s hands on her waist felt like hot bands of steel. He grabbed, lifted, and tossed—well, maybe not as well as she’d seen him toss a rope the day he and Alan had invited her and Jacqui out to the ranch for grilled steaks.

  But it was a good toss nonetheless. She landed on the seat and scooted over to make room for him, and immediately fastened her seat belt.

  Then he climbed in and shut the door. Suddenly she was enclosed in the small space of the truck’s cab between two men who were granite-faced and silent as the night.

  It had been a week since her niece had come to Lusty, and a little bit more than a week since she’d been with these two men the way she really, really wanted to be with them—naked, wearing nothing but one of them.

  Or maybe both.

  She knew, from nightly phone conversations, and plans gone awry at the last minute that Alan and Duncan both felt the same way.

  Alan met her gaze. “Honey, I hope you understand…”

  “That you don’t want to so much as kiss me because we’d be making love right here and now? Believe me, cowboy, I understand completely.”

  “Good. Hang on.”

  The tires squealed as he pulled away from the curb. Holly didn’t worry because despite the hurry they were all in, Alan was a good driver.

  The drive from the library to the Benedict North ranch usually took about ten minutes. Tonight it took less.

  No one spoke, and as Alan negotiated the long driveway for the ranch Holly nearly gave in to the urge to laugh. She’d never been so tense, so anxious, and so aroused in her entire life.

  That wasn’t saying much because it had only been a few weeks that she even knew she had a real libido. These two hot men had awakened her sex drive, and like a critter awakening from a winter slumber, that baby was hungry.

  Alan brought his truck to a stop as close to the house as the driveway allowed. He had the engine off, the key out, and his door open in a heartbeat. Duncan’s door had actually sprung open before Alan’s.

  “Come on, sweetheart.” Duncan stood on the gravel and reached out for her hand.

  Ever the gentleman. She gave it to him. The moment she slid to the edge of the seat, he hefted her into his arms and over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

  Holly giggled when Duncan began to jog. In self-defense she grabbed a hold of his belt to give herself a sense of stability.

  Alan had run ahead to open the door.

  “What are you doing?” She’d never laughed so hard in her life. At the same time, she’d never felt so close to the breaking point. Her body had convinced itself that if she didn’t have these men in the next two minutes, she would simply die.

  “Only way I can have my hands on you and not ravage you, baby. We both need you so damn bad right now we’re about ready to combust.

  “Me, too. So hurry, please.”

  At the top of the stairs, Duncan carried her down the hall and then turned left at the first door. When he put his hands on her to ease her upright, she could feel his hands shaking.

  Those hands went from holding her waist to cupping her face. “I need to taste you.” His mouth covered hers, and the last lucid thought Holly had was thank God.

  She let herself fall under the spell Duncan so masterfully wove. His lips, warm and wet, moved on hers, a sliding kind of caress that stroked her emotions and stoked her fires. His tongue brushed against her closed lips and she opened to him, sucking him in, drinking him down, giving and taking in equal measure.

  Heat enveloped her completely as Alan stood at her back, the firm muscles of his body bracing her, even as the press of his clothing-covered erection pushed against the top of her ass thrilled her.

  Duncan lifted his lips and Alan cupped her chin, turning her face toward him. He kissed her, and for a brief moment Holly had the flavor of both men on her tongue.

  Alan suckled her mouth as his tongue slid along hers. She felt Duncan opening the buttons of her blouse and sighed into Alan’s mouth when the last button gave way.

  Alan ended their kiss just long enough to help his friend render her topless.

  “You’ve got the most beautiful breasts.” Alan cupped her from behind, stroking the pad of his work-roughed thumb over her nipple, back and forth, making her sizzle inside. She leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder.

  “I thought the day would never end.”

  “Us, too.” Duncan leaned forward and planted a sweet kiss on her lips. Then he reached behind her and opened her skirt. He knelt down, lifting each foot, removing the sandal she wore as he helped her step out of the navy blue skirt.

  He looked up her body and gave a low whistle. “My, my, my. Look at that pretty pink thong our woman is wearing.” He inhaled deeply. “And it’s wet.”

  “If it’s wet, you’d better get it off her body, pal. We wouldn’t want her to chafe in the Texas heat.”

  Holly grinned. “You two always take such good care of me.”

  “Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.” Duncan reached up and had that scrap of satin gone in no time.

  “You’re beautiful, Holly. And I still need to taste you.”

  That was all the warning she got before he set his mouth on her pussy. Spasms of heat and excitement raced through her. A quivering sigh emerged from her soul and when Alan wrapped his arms around her middle and held her still for his friend’s pleasure, she melted into him.

  “You taste so good, Holly.” Duncan spoke his admiration against her wet folds, and the vibration of his voice sent shock waves of pure pleasure zipping through her.

  She reached out to him, this lover who knew so much about how to make her body come alive. She combed her fingers through his hair, enjoying the silky feel of the strands against her flesh.

  “More, Duncan. It feels so good when your mouth is on me.”

  Duncan lifted his head. “On your what, baby?”

  She knew what he wanted. “On my pussy.” She found herself not only saying but also thinking things she never had before. These two men had opened a world of new experiences for her.

  “What else can you call it? Come on, baby, give me those words you’ve always thought were so dirty. What is it you love for me to do with my mouth?”

  Holly felt her nipples draw in tighter. How did he know this turned her on so? “I love it when you eat my cunt.”

  Duncan grinned, his chin glistening with her juices. “Good girl.”

  “Lord have mercy.” Alan’s brush of his denim-covered cock along her ass accompanied his whispered words. “Something about you talkin’ dirty really does it for me, honey.”

  That was too good of an opening for her to resist. The heat of these men, their total acceptance and obvious enjoyment of her made what she’d once thought impossible, impossibly simple. “I want you to fuck me, Alan. I want you both to fuck me. It feels like forever since I felt your hot, hard cocks moving inside me.”

  “Then come for us, sweet thing. Come for us so I can drink you. Then I’m going to fuck you, hard and fast and deep.

  Duncan returned his mouth to her at the same time he slipped two fingers inside her. He found her sweet spot—he always did—and she felt her climax roiling up from the very depths of her being. Alan turned her face to him again.

  “I want to kiss you as you come.” He fastened his mouth on hers even as he slid one arm around her to hold her. His thumb and a finger from his other hand pinched her nipple.

  Then Duncan sucked her clit into his mouth and she screamed as she creamed all over his face.

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r />   I’ve discovered the nectar of the Gods, and it’s all ours.

  Duncan drank as wave after wave of Holly’s release shook her body. He closed his eyes, the sweet liquid intoxicating him. He reveled in knowing he’d given her this, that he and his best friend were the only men who’d ever touched her and—he knew without a doubt—reached her heart.

  The moment he felt her coming down, he kissed his way up her body, and then stepped back. He yanked his boots off in record time, then didn’t even think about his clothing, just peeled each item off and dropped it.

  When he was naked, he returned to his woman. Still within Alan’s arms, she’d opened her eyes and watched him as he’d dropped his pants. He fucking loved the way her gaze arrowed down to his cock, the way her eyes widened and her breath caught.

  “This is all for you, baby. No one else.” Not ever. But it was too soon to add that sentiment. He picked her up and carried her to his bed, crawling onto it with her still wrapped around him, her hot wet pussy lips practically wrapped around his cock. He laid her down in the center of the bed on her back. They’d prepared to have her in each of their king-sized beds. Alan had followed them, and grabbed a condom for him out of the bedside table, handed it to him.

  Next time, he’d return the favor.

  Right now he was so damned triggered he had to grit his teeth not to come as he slid the rubber into place.

  All the while, Holly never took her eyes of him.

  “I want to see you masturbate sometime. I want to watch you as you jerk off.”

  Holy fuck. Their shy little librarian was becoming bold as brass. He liked it. He liked it a lot.

  “You want me to shoot my cum all over your breasts? Will you rub it in, like lotion?”

  Yeah, that got her fires turned up all right. She licked her lips and gave her hips a little roll. She whispered, “Maybe.”

  In his peripheral vision he could see Alan stripping. His best friend appeared to be as triggered as he was.

  “You’ve got me so damn hot, baby, I’m not going to last this first time. Spread your legs for me. Bend your knees and open your legs, offer me that hot cunt of yours.”

  Holly obeyed without hesitation. Duncan inhaled deeply and took just a moment just to look at her pussy, to appreciate how beautiful this part of her was. He reached out and brushed her trim brown curls, glistening in the light. Not all of that dampness was from his saliva, either. Her arousal still coated his lips and chin, a rich and full ambrosia that only added to his horniness.

  “I love fucking you, Holly. I love the way your cunt wraps around my cock. Do you want me?” He moved into position, the heat from her body rose up and enticed him as surely as those sirens enticed the ancient mariners.

  “Oh, yes. Please.”

  The time for talking had definitely passed. Duncan tented her, his hands on the bed, bracketing her head. He swiveled his hips, running his cock up and down between her pussy lips. On every second pass, he brushed her horny little clit with his latex-covered cockhead.

  “Don’t tease me, Duncan. Fuck me, just like you promised. I want it hard and fast and deep.”

  Duncan grinned. “Here it comes, baby.” He lowered himself and thrust into her in one sure stroke. Holly arched up, and her greedy cunt sucked him right in, giving him a squeeze and a warm, wet welcome.

  She let go of her knees and he slid his hands around her, one under her ass and the other under her shoulders.

  A primitive feeling of possession filled him. “Mine.” He sealed that word against her lips. She opened wide to him, above and below, her submission the hottest fucking thing he’d ever known.

  Duncan pulled his cock out of her and then thrust in again. A sexy little sound emerged from her throat and worked its way into their kiss. The eagerness with which she used her tongue and swallowed their spit, and the viselike clamp she used on him, arms and legs, put paid to all his civility, and damn near all his control.

  He could have sworn he heard some sort of tether snap. His hips jerked, making his movements in and out of that wonderful pussy no longer smooth, but raw and wild. In the back of his head a voice screamed at him to be gentle—but then Holly’s movements told him she was with him all the way. He rammed into her, again and again, the friction and the heat, the scent and the taste all working together, the hottest fucking thing he’d ever known. He kept just enough awareness to ensure he ground his pelvis in a way that hit her clit.

  He lifted his lips from Holly’s as his climax began to boil over. He felt the milking of her tunnel and heard her scream just as the first stream of cum exploded from his body.

  He thrust one more time and then surrendered to the rapturous joy that consumed him as jet after jet of his sperm left him and became hers.

  For one heartbeat of time, Duncan wished there was no condom, and that instead, his seed found a warm and nurturing nest within his woman’s body.

  Chapter 18

  Holly’s heart pounded in her chest as she fought for air. She’d thought that she’d known what to expect when Duncan had lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed.

  But what she’d gotten had been so much more.

  Duncan’s weight kept her pressed into the mattress, and his perspiration slowly became hers. He seemed to be struggling to breathe, too. A smile crept across her face. She had done this to him. She had been the one to make him lose control, and she had been the one to rob this strong, virile man not only of his breath but also, apparently, of his words.

  “Mmm.” Holly rubbed the bottom of her feet up and down Duncan’s legs. She couldn’t do much better in the speech department herself.

  “That was hot.” Alan stretched out on the bed to her left.

  Holly turned to look at him even as she ran her hands up and down Duncan’s sweat-covered back. Alan’s gaze met hers and her heart, as well as her libido, fluttered with new arousal.

  “Fuckin’ A, it was hot.” Duncan groaned and then took some of his weight onto his arms. He opened his eyes and met Holly’s gaze. He grinned, and then gave her a very brief kiss. “Sorry, didn’t mean to squish you, sweetheart.”

  “You didn’t squish me. It’s very sexy having you between my legs this way, with your cock still inside me and your body cooling from fucking me. I love the feeling of your weight pushing me down.”

  “Oh my God. We’ve created a dirty-talking monster.” Duncan grinned as he said that. “We’ve corrupted an angel.”

  Holly chuckled. “You have both done exactly that. You’ve deflowered me and uncivilized me, all in one sexy, two-step plan.”

  Duncan chuckled.

  Alan smiled and said, “You’re welcome.”

  Duncan gave her another sweet, gentle kiss. Then he eased out of her and off of her. “I’ll be right back.”

  Holly watched his naked ass disappear into the connecting bathroom. Then she turned her gaze on Alan. “You’re next, Mr. Wilson.”

  “Yes, ma’am. You can count on it. But I’d like to wait a bit. I’ve a mind to have you snuggled down between us for a few minutes, first.”

  These men excelled at keeping her off-balance. After the last time they’d spent together—those two glorious nights at Nancy’s house—she could have sworn that Alan was the more dominant and demanding lover, and Duncan the more tender.

  To realize that each of these men was capable of fulfilling both of those roles was an amazing epiphany.

  Duncan came back into the room and pulled the top sheet up from the bottom of the bed. Then he crawled in on Holly’s right side. When he turned her so that she faced Alan, and then snuggled in close behind her, spooning her, she sighed with contentment.

  “We love having you between us, Holly Bethune.” Duncan kissed her ear, and then laid his arm around her middle, tucking his hand under her right hip.

  “I love being the one lying between you.” She didn’t know if she could ever put into words how happy she was that these men seemed to enjoy snuggling her at every turn. Certainly
they wasted no opportunity to do so.

  She’d never fully understood how much being held and cuddled would mean to her. She not only felt safe and secure, she felt cherished.

  Holly had never felt cherished before these two men had wormed their way into her heart. She sighed again. They had ended up in her heart, taking up the biggest chunk of it.

  Holly was all the way, totally in love with Alan Wilson and Duncan Moore.

  That’s going to have to be my little secret. How typically pathetic was it for a woman to fall in love with her first lovers? They hadn’t said anything about loving her, or about looking to settle down. They’d said they wanted her, and she knew they did. She had no doubt whatsoever that she inspired lust in them.

  But she doubted very much that they were in love with her, or looking to be so. She understood that she sure as heck wasn’t their first rodeo. That thought made her throat ache, and she sighed again.

  “That sounded like a very sad sigh, honey.” Alan had turned so that he faced her, his head propped up on his right hand.

  As intrinsically honest a woman as Holly was, there was no way on earth she would ever share her most recent thoughts. Still, she could be honest with them in a roundabout sort of way.

  “I didn’t mean to sound sad. I think my emotions just got overloaded. Every time we’re together, it’s better than the time before.”

  “That’s because it’s right—this thing between us,” Alan said. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, then leaned forward and gave her a very light kiss.

  “It’s really kind of amazing when you realize we haven’t been together long.” Duncan leaned over her shoulder and kissed the shell of her ear. “Makes you wonder how great it’s going to be next time, doesn’t it?”

  That ache in Holly’s heart just grew. She tried to make it go away with humor. “Makes me wonder if there can be such a thing as too much pleasure.”

  “Never.”

  Holly laughed because both men had said that at the same time. It was time to put away her morose thoughts. Here she was in bed with the two hottest men she had ever laid eyes on. Why am I wasting time? She wiggled her bottom against Duncan, and then traced an invisible pattern down Alan’s chest. “I think the fact that we’ve had to cancel at the last minute a few times has added to the emotional mix.” Two of those cancellations had been her fault, but one had been theirs.