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

by Cara Covington

“Eat up, darlin’,” Gord said. “You’re going to need your strength.”

  Hot. Holy. Hell. Tasha didn’t know what Gord had done with his voice just then, but the shivers and the quivers raced back and forth from her nipples to her clit. He talks like that too long and I just might come from the sound of his voice, alone.

  What was a woman to do after such a sensuously seductive line? Girl, you need to give as good as you get.

  Tasha nodded toward his plate, licked her lips, and said, “Same goes, handsome.”

  After the first few bites of food, and what she perceived as a concerted effort on the part of her two soon-to-be lovers to leash their inner horndogs, Tasha was able to enjoy her lunch and actually converse intelligently with both men. She tucked her arousal away, promising her rioting hormones that they’d have the relief they craved soon—in just a couple of very short hours.

  Chapter 8

  Gord’s pickup truck stood idling by the curb when Tasha stepped out of the Lusty Glow Day Spa at exactly five minutes after three.

  She’d just spent the last hour and a half so triggered she’d had to be careful how she sat down on her salon chair. Too much friction, under the circumstances, might very well have resulted in an orgasm. And while she was reasonably sure she could come and not give the fact away, she’d rather save all of her sexual energy for those two handsome men.

  Tasha did her best to keep her mind on her work. She might have felt a little bit guilty at the way her thoughts wandered to the afternoon ahead as she’d given Maggie Benedict her monthly pedicure, if that woman hadn’t snickered and asked the room at large if it was springtime yet.

  The feminine laughter that answered Maggie’s question pretty much told Tasha that she’d done a really poor job of hiding her distraction.

  “Must be, because I heard tell that the sap is rising—at least in a couple of tall, lusty trees.” Chloe had really stretched out her soft Texas drawl to make that observation.

  “I’m so happy to know this. Spring certainly is different here in Texas than it was in New York State or even in England,” Penelope Benedict said. “I never can be certain when the season begins.” She turned and batted her eyelashes at Tasha, a sign that she was teasing her.

  “In New Jersey, the radio stations always announce the date and the exact time when spring officially arrives,” Maggie said. “I guess because it’s a bigger deal up there than down here.”

  “Oh, well, we don’t have a radio station here in Lusty—yet,” Chloe said, “but I’d say it arrives today…at about a quarter after three, allowing five minutes to grab purse and jacket and ten to make it to the outskirts of town.” Chloe met her gaze, and in her expression Tasha read not only laughter, but pleasure. Her boss was genuinely pleased for her.

  Tasha knew that every single person here approved of the fact that she was embarking on a relationship with Clay Dorchester and Gord Jessop. She wanted to warn all of these wonderful women—coworkers and clients alike—not to get their hopes up that this particular relationship was headed toward a lifelong, happy-ever-after ending.

  Oh, what the hell. Let them get their hopes up. I think I need all the positive thinking and good Karma I can get.

  It was the sad truth that despite the fact that both men had assured her that her inability to conceive was no obstacle for them, she couldn’t quite seem to let go of the worry that it would prove to be one, somehow, down the road.

  She guessed that after she’d gotten so viciously slapped down after having her own hopes up as high as they could go, believing in a positive outcome for herself wouldn’t come easy.

  Then Tasha stepped outside onto the sidewalk and her worries melted into the background. The passenger side door of Gord’s truck opened and Clay got out. He held it open for her as a half smile kissed his lips.

  Tasha didn’t waste a single moment.

  Sliding across the smooth bench seat, the heat and scent of both Gord and Clay surrounded her, seeping into her. Her mouth watered, her slit leaked, and her nipples stood at attention.

  She didn’t even have to fasten her own seat belt. Clay did that for her, and then looked over at Gord and said, “Go.”

  Gord focused on his driving. His breathing was fast, and his grip on the wheel firm. On the other side of her, Clay’s body felt rock solid—as if he’d tensed every muscle, holding himself at the ready—or holding himself back.

  Tasha had never experienced a moment of such blind lust until then. Sensing they were all three of them poised on a very fine edge, she didn’t look at either man.

  She simply clutched her hands together, kept her gaze fixed on the road, and willed the truck to get them to Gord’s house, as soon as possible.

  It didn’t take the projected ten minutes. It took only seven.

  The trembling started the moment both truck doors opened, and Clay slid out, holding open the passenger door for her once more. This time the look in his eyes surpassed hunger. Something feral inside her recognized the expression, the intent, and her shaking intensified.

  Gord’s expression mirrored Clay’s and in a heartbeat she managed to put that look into words in her mind. She was their mate, and they intended to claim her. Now.

  The veneer of civilization that kept both men in check, waiting patiently with the house door open for her to enter first, was just that—veneer.

  The echo of wood slamming against wood still stung her ears when hands reached, grabbed, turned, and then pulled her close.

  “I’ve imagined this,” Gord said, “a hundred times. I was going to be romantic and playful and I was going to take things slow.”

  Tasha perceived his nerves in the way he, too, trembled. She felt his need in the ridge of his turgid cock, covered with clothing, pressing tight against her lower stomach.

  “Fuck slow.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “No, I’m not going to fuck slow, princess. I’m going to fuck you.”

  Tasha burst out laughing even as Gord lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around him, a vise of flesh and muscle, which she clamped tight. He didn’t carry her far. The world tilted when he brought them both down to the floor in the great room.

  The rug before the fireplace felt as soft as it had looked the other night.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t hurt me, Gord. Kiss me, please. I need to taste you.”

  He held her gaze for one long moment. Lust, need, love. All three she saw in his eyes. She wasn’t there yet, not all the way to love, and marveled that he could be so soon. And then all thinking ceased as his mouth covered hers.

  Warm and wet, wild and wonderful, his lips and tongue slid and delved, and Tasha felt herself sinking into him. His taste exploded on her tongue, marvelously musky, magnificently male, and the thought flitted that she could never, ever, have enough of him. His flavor aroused her, setting into full blaze the fire that had been banked, embers glowing constantly, since Saturday night. Pressed against her clothing-masked slit, his cock hardened. She gave in to the urge, and rolled her hips, rubbing her pussy against him.

  His answering thrust sent a tiny, wispy jolt of pure electricity coursing through her.

  Gord raised his head, smiled, and placed butterfly kisses on her forehead, cheeks, and nose. Then he levered himself up onto his knees and reached for the hem of her T-shirt. “I need to see you.”

  She helped him get her shirt up and over her head. When he reached for her hands, she gave them. He lifted her off the floor just enough. She shivered when Clay moved in and released the clasp of her bra. She looked over at Clay. He must have seen the question in her eyes.

  “Don’t worry, baby. You’re going to have us both. Right now, I’m going to indulge my inner voyeur and just watch.”

  “That’s right,” Gord said. “So let’s give Clay something to really stoke his fires.” He eased her back down onto the floor and plucked her unfastened bra from her chest.

  Gord’s hand cupped one
breast. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her nipple and she arched into his touch. No man had ever looked at her with such…reverence. He licked his lips as if in anticipation. And then his gaze tracked down her body.

  She knew what he was looking at and tried not to flinch. The scar had faded some, but was still there. It began just above her belly button and traveled down about two inches beyond the waistband of her pants.

  He reached forward, unsnapped and unzipped her pants, and moved down her body until he was kneeling at her feet, taking the clothing with him.

  It took him no time whatsoever to remove her shoes and socks. His grin, mischievous and whimsical, caressed her heart. “You have pretty feet.”

  The compliment made her blush.

  Then his smile slowly sobered. His expression was all business now, as he pulled the clothing she’d worn off and cast it aside.

  “My God, you are perfect.” His eyes devoured her as his fingers, light and careful, touched and teased. Tracing a pattern from her breasts down to her belly, he stroked his fingers over her scar. “Even this, sweet Tasha. I know what you lost. But I also know this saved your life. That makes it beautiful.” He bent over and kissed it, then straightened again.

  Gord’s gaze drifted down beyond her scar. He rubbed his fingers back and forth over her naked mound, and Tasha instinctively flexed her inner muscles. She felt her wetness emerge from her slit, knew her juices were seeping as the coolness of the air caressed her pussy, and hungered for his cock.

  “Please.”

  As if her single word snapped a spell he’d been under, Gord surged to his feet and tore at his clothes. He kicked out of his shoes, and sent his shirt sailing through the air. His jeans and boxers were shoved south and those, too, were vigorously kicked aside.

  And then he came back to her, laid down upon her, and she moaned with the pleasure of feeling his naked flesh pressed to hers.

  He raised himself up on his elbows and then kissed her chin. Their gazes met and held and Tasha thought, yes.

  “I’m clean. Will you let me have you without a condom?”

  “I’m clean, too.” It had been several years since she’d had a lover. Being a practical woman, she had herself tested after Perry jilted her. “I’ve never had a man naked inside me. I’m so glad that you’re going to be the first.”

  Gord had the most beautiful grin. She caressed his face, her touch trying to tell him how wonderful she thought he was. He kissed the palm of her right hand. Then he licked his lips and edged down, just a little.

  He drove her instantly insane with lust when he took one of her nipples into his mouth, nipped it, and suckled strongly.

  Tasha bowed off the rug, pressing her pussy against him. She tried to capture the tip of his cock that was so very nearly where she needed it to be. His flesh felt oh so hot against the sensitive skin of her silken folds. She shivered as her arousal soared, as her hormones begged her to give them relief. And shivered even more when, chuckling, he easily evaded her efforts.

  He wanted to linger, and she wanted to please him. So instead of trying to rush him, she used her hands and ran her fingers through his hair. Cupping his head, she pressed him closer, telling him without words she loved the way he used his tongue and teeth on her nipples.

  “You’re so responsive.” He stretched up and delivered a quick kiss to her lips. Then he roamed her body with his mouth, following a joyful, sensuously delightful trail downward.

  Hot and heady, Gord’s lips wreaked havoc on her arousal. Tasha whimpered, the need becoming so acute within her that her hips began to move, as if already parrying her lover’s deep thrusts.

  She screamed and creamed and came the instant he set his mouth on her cunt.

  He held her down, held her fast, and lavished long deep laps on her. Swirling his tongue around her clit, he stroked that tiny nubbin into ecstatic joy and then thrust into her, again and again, lapping up her juices. He used his mouth to suckle her pussy as he had at her breast, drinking down her release. Wave after wave of stunning pleasure drenched her, and she could only submit, she could only take it.

  Gord Jessop—shy, soft spoken, and perennially single, forced a passion upon her she was sure would have made Casanova proud.

  He lifted his head and met her gaze. His chin glistened with her dew, and the expression in his eyes held her in thrall.

  His movements slow, he crawled up her body until he hung over her, his cock brushing against her pussy.

  “You taste so damn good, Tasha. Will you let me share your flavor with you?”

  Still shaken by the fierce orgasm, Tasha should have been begging for a moment’s respite. Instead, she lifted up and kissed him.

  Gord devoured her mouth as he wrapped both arms around her, holding her close. She could taste her own musk on his lips and tongue. Sucking hungrily, the darkly delicious flavor reignited her arousal. No longer exhausted from her first climax, she yearned to chase a second.

  Gord moved his hips, and she felt his hot penis glide between her pussy lips, her juices making his quest easy. He thrust, and his cock slid into her in one solid push.

  He broke their kiss and rested his forehead against hers, his body taut. He kept himself still inside her. “Lord, woman, you feel so hot and wet and tight and good.”

  His words thrilled her. Holding him close, she felt the tension in him, the barely leashed beast, and wanted to do nothing more than give him back tenfold the pleasure he’d already gifted to her.

  “You feel good inside me, Gord. Your cock is so hot and hard. I like that you’re stretching me.” Then she contracted her pelvic floor muscles, giving him a rippling caress down his length.

  “Oh, God, Tasha. Do that again.”

  Tasha smiled as she flexed her inner muscles once more. Gord actually shivered in pleasure. “I’m not going to last, darlin’.”

  Tasha had never considered herself a femme fatale. But she found, with Gord, it was very easy to play the voluptuary. “I don’t want you to last, baby.” She gave his cock another squeeze. “I want you to fuck me hard and fast and deep, and I want you to come inside me.”

  “Lord.” He met her gaze and in his eyes she saw the exact instant his tether snapped. Piercing, almost feverish, his gaze held hers as he began to do as she’d asked. He pulled his cock nearly all the way out of her and then pushed into her again in one forceful thrust. His hand gripped her ass as he did it again, and then again.

  Hot feral pleasure shone from his face, and Tasha discovered a different kind of sexual high—that of giving a man a deeply fulfilling ride. Unable to resist, she lifted herself to him, taking the kiss she craved.

  Their bodies danced an amazing duet, tongues parrying as cock and cunt slid apart and then together again and again with a mind-blowing, heart-stopping rhythm. The friction of his cock against the walls of her tunnel, the subtle brush of his groin against her clit, electrified her and, she knew, him as well. Thoughts and words disintegrated, and sensory perceptions became everything. The slap of flesh on flesh, the heated musky scent of sex, and the tingling, swirling embers of ecstasy rose, and grew, and finally, finally, exploded.

  A shout of masculine victory, deep and guttural, layered over that of feminine joy. Wave after wave of rapture drenched her, and Tasha surrendered to the moment, and the man. She reveled in each hot spurt of cum that shot into her, the pulsing of his cock a new kind of stimulation that made her own climax surge higher and longer.

  Finally, Gord collapsed on her and Tasha sighed. She loved the sensation of having him on her, in her, and wrapped herself around him to hold him there for a moment longer.

  “Let me up, darlin’.” Gord’s words came wrapped in heaving pants. “I’m squishing you. You won’t be able to breathe.”

  “Breathing is so overrated.”

  He shook with his laughter. Tasha’s heart felt light and happy. When he tried to lift himself from her, she released him. He didn’t go far, stretching out on the rug on her right.

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sp; “That is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.”

  Tasha turned her head toward Clay, who’d not only undressed but lay on his side on her left. His hand gently stroked his own cock. She marveled that he hadn’t already come, because the flesh in his palm was extremely swollen.

  If Tasha had been worried about anything as she contemplated this ménage, it had been that one or both of the men would be jealous of the other.

  Clay’s expression revealed no jealousy, just a man supremely aroused.

  “Discovered you really did have an inner voyeur, did you?”

  “Hell, yes. Watching the two of you together didn’t just arouse me. It…it pleased me in a way I don’t know if I can articulate.”

  “I’m glad.”

  “I’m looking forward to watching the two of you,” Gord said. “But let’s move this party upstairs for act two.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “We can try out that shower—and the Jessop-sized bed.”

  “Sounds like a plan.” Clay wasted no time. He got up, and then reached for her. Tasha squealed and laughed when he put her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

  And then moaned when the flat of his hand smacked her ass, hard.

  Round two is going to be as hot as round one. Joy burst inside her. This was turning out to be a whole hell of a lot better than she’d ever dared to hope.

  Chapter 9

  Of all the things he’d ever thought he’d do in his life, indulging in a ménage affair was never one. Clay let that thought sit quietly as he carried Tasha into the master bathroom.

  Gord shot ahead of him and turned on the shower. Clay stepped under the spray with his precious burden, then lowered her to the floor so she stood very close, facing him. The press of her naked, female flesh against him made his cock bob in eagerness.

  He never thought he’d be this aroused again in his life.

  “I could smell your hot pussy all the way up the stairs.” He’d been aware of the complete scent, male and female, and understood that the combination had made him horny as hell, even as Tasha’s pure essence alone had done so.