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

by Cara Covington

  Or perhaps fault was too harsh a word. Their first cancellation came the day of Jacqui’s arrival, and then the next night when Holly just wanted to make sure her niece was acclimated in Lusty and feeling all right. Despite her warning to Jacqui about leaving her to her own devices, Holly hadn’t felt right doing so right away.

  The next time that she was supposed to spend the night with them, Alan, Duncan, and Ricoh had been bogged down, chasing a horse that had somehow gotten loose. It had taken them hours to locate the runaway, not doing so until after midnight.

  “That sure as hell added to the sense of urgency I was feeling earlier,” Duncan said.

  “But even that’s not a bad thing, honey. We don’t want you to think for one moment that we’re taking you for granted.”

  Holly moved her finger up so she could stroke Alan’s lower lip. “I promise if I begin to feel that way, I’ll let you know.” In all of the romance books she’d read there was one trend that made her worry about her own budding romance.

  At some point or other during the story, someone did something stupid—or there was a failure to communicate—and everything went from sugar to shit in the relationship in the course of a couple of paragraphs. And while that was acceptable, even desirable in a romance novel, it wasn’t an experience that Holly wanted to have in her real-life romance.

  “Fair enough,” Alan said. “How’s Jacqui doing? She’s pretty much moved in with you, hasn’t she?”

  “Yes, she has. I think she’s doing okay. Nancy came into the library yesterday and met her. Jacqui pitched in and gave us a hand, unpacking that first shipment of used books that came in for Nancy’s store. The two of them really hit it off—Jacqui’s a reader with very eclectic tastes. I think Nancy might hire her to be the assistant she needs.” Thinking about her friend and the dilemma she was facing made Holly chuckle. Her men believed they knew how to make her happy. Holly wondered, not for the first time, if they were even listening to her. To Alan and Duncan, she said, “Nancy seems pretty determined to let Eli and Jeremiah know that as much as she loves them, she doesn’t want them working with her on a full-time basis.”

  “I’ve seen folks working together and living together,” Alan said. “And I think it requires a particular kind of temperament to do that. Hell, even on ranches we’ve worked, where the wife has been fully involved in the operation, too, the couple tends to work different areas doing different things at any given time.”

  “I only ever knew of one couple who worked together and they ended up getting divorced. I’ve come to the conclusion that no matter how much you love someone, a certain amount of space is a very healthy, very necessary thing.”

  “I’ll tell you what else I think is a very necessary thing right about now, honey,” Alan said.

  Oh, she loved that look in his eyes—that look that told her his hunger for her was big, and growing bigger. She looked down, and the unmistakable outline of his erect cock poking at the sheet that covered them seemed to agree with her conclusion. She looked back up and met his gaze. “I bet I know what that is. That would be me, sucking your cock.”

  Alan’s eyes widened, his gaze heated, and he tossed aside the sheet that covered him. Propped up as he was, his cock was right there, ready for her to savor. “You don’t have to ask me twice, woman. Why don’t you get busy, then, and do that little thing?”

  You don’t have to ask me twice, either. Here, at least was one point on which her romance novels and her reality meshed. In every erotic romance she’d ever read, the heroine discovered a new, nearly unquenchable appetite for lavishing her men with oral sex. And while it had made for very good reading in the past, she’d wondered if it that was realistic, or not.

  Holly wondered no more. Although the flavor had shocked her that first time—no author had ever claimed sperm tasted like chocolate, but she hadn’t expected such a strong flavor—she had discovered a nearly unquenchable appetite for this.

  Holly knew how to fist Alan’s cock now, and she did so, giving him a few very firm strokes. A tiny drop of viscose liquid emerged from the eye of his cock. Quick, without any fanfare, she bent over and slurped that drop with her tongue.

  She worked her way down the bed a few inches to put her in better position. Then she ran her tongue back and forth, around and around that tiny little weeping eye. When Alan hissed, she changed her target, lavishing long, slow licks on that little indentation on the outside edge of his cock, right below the head.

  “Dayum, woman, that feels good. Do that again!”

  Holly loved the edge that sometimes entered their tone of voice, an edge that told her she was really getting to them. Nothing was hotter than when she could make them begin to lose control.

  Maybe I should get them to read some of the BDSM books I’ve read. A stark image flashed in her mind of being restrained, and blindfolded, of having a lover, or two, spank her.

  The image just exploded on her inner monitor, then vanished. Holly shivered as her nipples drew tight and feminine lubricant oozed from her slit.

  “That feels so good, honey. Now take me all the way inside that hot, talented mouth of yours. Suck my cock, woman, and drink my cum.”

  Holly did as he asked, actually sucking the end of his cockhead until he was all the way inside her mouth—or at least as deep as she could take him. She breathed through her nose and swallowed, doing her best to deep-throat him. Then she sucked as she pulled back, until she once more had only the tip of his cock between her lips.

  He shivered, groaned, and combed his fingers through her hair. She took that as a good sign.

  She moved on him, down and then back up, still bent at the waist, on the bed beside him. She ran her tongue along his shaft and kept sucking, tiny little sips as if he was a milkshake she wanted to savor. She used her teeth lightly as she pulled back. Alan groaned and collapsed against the pillows—no longer able to keep himself sitting up—and she moved onto her knees and then down further on the bed until she was between his legs. One hand fisted his cock under her lips, and with the other she cupped his balls.

  Her touch gentle, she rolled those hot sacks, pleased when Alan inhaled sharply. He began to move his hips in tiny little thrusts. She felt his restraint, and decided there was an extra layer to this gift she was giving him that she could offer. She lifted her mouth and met his gaze. “If you want to fuck my mouth, you can. I’ll hold still, and let you have your way.”

  “Holly!”

  She returned her mouth to him, her lips forming an “O” around his cock. He began to move, his thrusts measured and careful. Holly sucked and kept caressing her thumb over his scrotum. She let her tongue stroke the side of his cock as he moved it in and out of her mouth. And she continued to swallow, using a rhythm that matched the one he used to fuck her.

  “It’s nearly here, love!”

  She didn’t know if that was a warning or a prayer, but she had no intention of letting him go. She felt Duncan move, heard the tear of a wrapper, but she kept her focus on Alan, on pleasuring him.

  “Yes!” He shouted, gripped her hair, and thrust his cock hard. Ready for him, she gave him that freedom, relaxing her throat so that when he held the tip of his cock deep, when he began to come in her mouth, she was able to hold it together and drink his jism down. Stream after stream of pungent liquid hit her throat, and she swallowed every drop of it.

  Alan was nearly whimpering by the time he’d shot his last bit, which told her she’d pleased him. The sense of satisfaction that filled her, knowing that, gave her a deep, feminine pride. As her lover struggled for breath, she continued to suckle gently, finally letting his cock slip from her mouth.

  “That was beyond wonderful.” Alan had changed his grip of her hair to a gentle caress. “Come here, you.”

  Holly traveled up his body, sighing with pleasure when he wrapped his arms around her. She kissed his neck. “I enjoyed doing that. I like to make you feel good.”

  “No one could dispute you do,” Alan said. He k
issed the top of her head and ran his hands up and down her back. “We’d like to make you feel very good, too. We’d like to try something new.”

  “Something new?” Holly loved learning new ways to give and receive pleasure from these wonderful men. “What did you have in mind?”

  Duncan moved closer so that she felt his naked body—and his latex-covered cock—press against her.

  “I want you to ride my cock, sweetheart.”

  “And while you do,” Alan said, “I want to introduce you to anal play. And then when Duncan has come, he’s going to slip out of you and hold you while I fuck that sexy ass of yours.”

  A jolt of half fear, half excitement skittered down her spine. Her men must have sensed it.

  “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, honey.” Alan kissed her head again. “You have total control.”

  “It’s okay to say no, baby.” Duncan kissed her shoulder. “You can always say no, no matter what.”

  “I’m nervous,” she admitted. “But I want to explore this.”

  “I’ll be gentle.” Alan lifted her face and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. “And we can stop whenever you say.”

  “Okay.” She was nervous, but she knew if she wanted to have both of these men inside her at the same time—and she did—then they had to know if this was something she’d like. “So…what happens next?”

  “That’s the easy part,” Duncan said. He lay flat and held his cock at the base. He was as hard as she’d ever seen him, and the desire to have him again began to grow, very quickly, toward need. Holly felt her nipples tingle and her sex grow wet.

  Duncan grinned at her. “Come on, Holly. Cowgirl up.”

  Chapter 19

  Cowgirl up.

  Holly grinned at Duncan. “You’re such a sweet talker.”

  “Baby, when I’m this triggered, it’s all I can do to keep my inner Neanderthal under control. Flowery words are completely beyond me.”

  Holly moved, straddled him, and then wiggled until she felt the head of Duncan’s cock in just the right position.

  Duncan sucked in a breath through his teeth as she slowly lowered herself on him until his cock was seated as deep as it could go.

  “But it’s so much fun when you lose that control, cowboy.” When I make you lose that control. Holly had never pictured herself as a femme fatal, not once in her entire life. Until these two hot wranglers had come into the library and let her know they were interested in her.

  Now she thought femme fatal was her best role to date.

  “Baby.” He clamped his hands on her waist and helped her move, helped her ride him. “You feel so good—hot and wet and tight around my cock.”

  “Your cock feels so good inside me—hot and hard and tight. I could ride you all day.” Since Duncan was more or less controlling her movements, Holly felt free to stretch her arms up high. She imagined herself a real cowgirl at some rodeo somewhere—not a bronc buster, as she didn’t want to break him. Not a bull rider, even if he was hung like one. I know! I’m one of those agile trick riders, using only the lower half of my body to control the mighty stallion between my legs. And she closed her eyes and raised her hands up in celebration of the freedom, and the bliss, and the pure pleasure filling her to the brim.

  Duncan said, “You’re a goddess, ridin’ me like that.”

  “Naw. I’m a cowgirl going for the gold buckle and the T-shirt.”

  “T-shirt?”

  “Well, I’m clearly saving a horse.” Holly giggled.

  “Our woman is full of sass, brother,” Alan said. He got onto the bed behind Holly and kissed her shoulder. “Honey, once you finish that victory lap, place your hands on the bed above Duncan’s shoulders. I’m going to play with your ass now.”

  Holly sucked in a breath when, almost the instant her hands hit the mattress, Alan spread something cold and slick between the cheeks of her ass.

  “This is lube, honey. Perfectly safe.”

  Holly guessed he misinterpreted the reason her body had jerked. “I’m not worried about that. It just—it startled me.” Cold quickly gave way to heat, and as Alan stroked over her anus, he gave a tiny press of his finger. She shivered because that kind of felt good.

  “Baby. I need to taste you.”

  She looked down at Duncan, instantly captivated by the look of wanting he wore. She lowered her head to him, and brushed her lips against his.

  One of his hands left her waist and combed through her hair. He held her close and still while his tongue invaded her mouth and took over. He wooed her with the wet stroking—his tongue’s and his cock’s, and all thought simply evaporated.

  She flexed her inner muscles, squeezing him, treating them both to that special kind of sexy.

  Duncan weaned his lips from hers and kissed her cheek. “You’re a dream, Holly. You seem to know exactly what to do to make me feel so good. Nothing has ever felt like this.”

  Holly rode him in earnest. She loved the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her, of the friction and heat his cock created inside her. She gave her hips a small little roll, and moaned with pleasure when she managed to brush her clit against the nest of curls at the base of Duncan’s shaft. When he pulled her down, she opened wide, her tongue sliding against his, like the sway and dip of lovers waltzing to their special song.

  Alan’s fingers left her, but returned in barely a heartbeat. He’d gotten more lube, and the silkiness coupled with his firm, questing touch made shivers run up and down her spine.

  “Okay so far, honey?”

  Holly lifted her mouth from Duncan’s, using her tongue to ring his lips. “Mmm. It feels good. I didn’t expect it to.”

  Alan placed a wet kiss on her ass cheek. “It’s going to hurt a little, but you’re such a voluptuary at heart, I’m betting that sting is going to be erotic pain to you.”

  Holly had read for the last couple of years about erotic pain. She frankly couldn’t wrap her head around that…she gasped and then gave another “mmm” sound. “Do that again.”

  Alan did, a kind of circling, pressing thing that woke up sexy nerve endings she never knew she had.

  “One finger now, Holly.”

  “Look at me, baby.”

  Holly understood that Duncan was watching her, making sure that whatever Alan did next wouldn’t be too much for her.

  With his cock moving in and out of her body, and Alan’s continued circle-press against her anus, Holly’s arousal grew.

  Then Alan stopped the circling and pressed…and pressed and pressed.

  Right where his finger connected to her body she felt a burning sensation, as skin began to stretch to accommodate a finger for the first time. The burn grew and Holly nearly asked him to stop.

  And then her clit pulsed.

  “Oh! Oh…I…” Holly shivered and closed her eyes as she gave in to her body’s demand, and pushed back.

  Alan’s finger breeched her sphincter.

  “Oh, God!”

  He began to move in and out, and around and around, and Holly flexed her inner muscles in response to her body’s reaction. It was as if her nipples, clit, and anus were all connected, and all responding to the sexual stimulation as if they were devouring something irresistible for the first time.

  “One more.”

  One more? One more what?

  And then Alan placed a second finger on her. The burning returned, this time edging into pain. Holly’s hormones did a happy dance and her clit began to quiver—at least that was how it felt.

  Unable to stop, she began to ride Duncan’s cock, but added a little back and forth motion—pressing against Alan’s fingers and rubbing her clit against Duncan.

  “I…yeah, oh yeah, I need just a bit…” Speech failed, thoughts flew off, and all Holly had left were the physical stimulations and her instincts.

  “Let’s come together, baby. Let’s fly.”

  Holly rode Duncan’s cock harder, Alan fucked her ass with his fingers faster, and she rea
ched for that gold ring with all that was in her.

  Then Duncan sucked on his finger and thumb and reached down and found her clit. He stroked, light and quick just the way she liked it.

  Holly cried out as she came, this orgasm so fierce, so huge, so…more, she marveled that her body could feel so much pleasure.

  Aftershocks of ecstasy washed over her and Holly simply stayed where she was, sprawled on Duncan. She felt Alan’s fingers slip out of her ass, but coherent speech really was beyond her. The sound that emerged from her must have spoken to him, because he chuckled, kissed her nape, and then eased off the bed. She heard him pad into the bathroom, and heard the water run, heard the sound of him washing his hands. But she just let everything go and floated. It took time for her heart rate to return to normal and for her breathing to slow down.

  “Holly?”

  “Mmm.”

  Duncan stroked her head, his touch so sweet. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”

  “Yes. That was so different. So much more powerful than any other orgasm I’ve had.”

  “I felt how wet you were when you came, so I figured you enjoyed that anal play.” He kissed the top of her head. “You have no idea how happy that makes us both. You’re amazing.”

  Alan came back from the bathroom and got into the bed behind her. “You are amazing.” He kissed her shoulder again, and snuggled close. Duncan left the bed to dispose of his condom, but was back in a minute or two. Then he was easing her back into his arms, moving her so that she was half on and half off him.

  Alan began to caress her, placing sweet kisses on her back. His hands traveled down her legs and back up. They smoothed over her ass, following the rounded contours. He brushed the bottom of her ass cheeks with his fingers, then stroked between her thighs, over her slit. Her arousal returned, a gentle rise of passion, and she sighed.