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

by Cara Covington

  “You’re so sexy, so hot. We want to hear your music as we pleasure you. We want to make you fly.”

  How could she doubt how these men felt about her, when they could look at her with such adoration in their eyes?

  “Will you let us do that, Emily Anne?” Connor placed gentle kisses on one breast, and then the other. Her left nipple, damp and swollen from his attentions, felt puckered to the max. A soft breeze wafted into the back of the vehicle and she shivered from a combination of the coolness and the heat.

  “We won’t make love to you here, baby,” Mel said. “This is about you. We want to show you how damn sexy you are to us—and how special. We want to give you pleasure.”

  “Please.” She’d never felt sexy or special. She’d never felt adored. She wanted more, and when Connor reached up and used his finger to wipe a tear away, she knew, just by his expression, that he got that.

  Both of these hot, sexy, powerful men got her. But more, they wanted her. The press of hard cocks on either side of her showed her just how much.

  Connor lowered his mouth to hers, his lips moist and warm and tasty. Emily Anne let her eyes drift shut as he moved his lips back and forth on hers and kissed her. Her tongue slid against his, the play so soft and stirring. And while she lost herself in this man’s kiss, she moaned into his mouth as his partner took her right nipple between his lips.

  Hands stroked down her body and lifted her skirt. Emily Anne shivered as the hem of the garment tracked up her thighs. Cool air told her when her skirt had been raised above her lace-covered mound.

  The heat of masculine palms on her legs and thighs made her shiver.

  Connor lifted his mouth from hers and she opened her eyes. He looked at her as if she was a delicious dessert he wanted to gobble down in one bite.

  Mel turned her head toward him and she had no time to react, no time to even think. He closed his mouth over hers, and this time there was nothing soft or subtle or wooing about his kiss. This time, he drank her in big, sucking gulps.

  Connor’s mouth suckled her nipple, a long deep draw that made her bow off the carpet that covered the back of the truck. Fingers, hot, whisper light, stroked over the crotch of her panties. Back and forth they strummed her and she realized the men were taking turns playing her like a guitar that was tuned and ready to make music.

  “Let’s see how horny you are, precious.” Mel nuzzled her neck, laying a string of kisses down toward her breast while his hand settled over her pussy.

  Fingers edged aside cotton and delved. The sudden penetration thrust her arousal high, and Emily Anne’s whimper escaped her lips before she could hold it back.

  “God, sweetheart, you are absolutely drenched.”

  “Mm, let me see,” Connor spoke around her nipple which added an extra bit of sizzle to her heat. She felt Mel move the crotch of her panties out of the way, and then Connor’s fingers mimicked his partner’s.

  Connor thrust one finger into her and moved it in and out. His breathing became so hot and ragged against her breast, she didn’t need to ask if he liked what he’d just found.

  “Please.” These two were driving her crazy, and there was everything good about it. She needed more. She needed to come.

  “Okay, precious.” Mel managed to work her panties away from her waist, lift her and pull them down all in one smooth motion. He brought his lips back to hers. “Connor’s going to finger fuck you and I’m going to play with your clit. And we’ll both think about the next time. Because next time, we both will want to bury our faces in your cunt and drink your release.”

  Emily Anne cried out, the sound muffled against hot masculine lips. Mouth, breast, and pussy, these men played a melody against her flesh that spun and soared, that dipped and swirled and shot high into the heavens, a pyrotechnic crescendo of impending release.

  Unable to control it, to pull it close or keep it back or stretch to reach it, Emily Anne gave over and gave in. Exploding everywhere at once, ecstasy set her ablaze. Wave after rapturous wave of her orgasm shot up and through her, as it flowed and blossomed. She felt her juices gush from her cunt into their hands as a mantle of satisfaction and pride settled over her. Before the release had fully tapered, they snuggled her in tight between them. Quivers of satiation were met with the deep basso resonance of masculine murmurs, unintelligible sounds that comforted. Arms enfolded her as tiny aftershocks assailed her.

  Emily Anne knew in a way she didn’t completely understand that somehow, with this one orgasm, her life had reached a turning point and nothing would never be the same again.

  Chapter 5

  There were a lot of very good reasons for what they were about to do. They’d discussed those reasons, and felt certain their plan was sound. Warren Jessop, paramedic, looked over at his closest brother who was also his best friend, Edward, as they stepped outside of the firehouse on this beautiful early April day.

  The sun shone in a perfectly clear Texas sky. The thermometer threatened to reach new heights for this day.

  It was the sort of day on which not only temperature records would be set. A personal record was about to be set—by them. They were about to do something they had never done before.

  “Our soon-to-be-cousin-in-law didn’t give you a hard time when you made the appointment, did she?” Ed asked.

  That his brother would ask that told him just how nervous he was. It was an entirely un-Ed-like question.

  “Not at all. I guess that magazine article we read was right, after all.” Warren had had his own doubts at the time he’d stumbled across the article. He knew himself well enough to understand he’d overlooked those doubts because he’d wanted, more than anything, to believe the words he read had been true.

  “Huh. Who would have thought?” Ed shook his head. “I heard that men who lived in big cities had become kind of prissy, what with their salon-styled hair and even carrying ‘man purses.’ But I never would have believed they’d actually get manicures on a regular basis.”

  Warren stopped and looked at Ed. He felt his eyebrow go up and couldn’t help it. “Um, little brother? You’d better start not only believing it, you’d better begin acting like you’re grateful to finally have a place in town to see to your ‘esthetic’ needs. Otherwise, she is never going to buy this.”

  Ed sighed. “I want her to buy this more than I have ever wanted anything in my entire life, ever.”

  “I know that. I feel the exact same way.”

  They began walking the short distance between the firehouse and the Lusty Glow Day Spa. Warren resisted the urge to check his watch again. He’d been checking it every few minutes all morning. He’d thought the appointed time would never get here.

  But it had and now they were only moments away from—

  “What did Chloe say when you told her that we wanted the same esthetician? When you told her who we wanted? Did she sound suspicious?”

  Warren stopped. He turned to look at his brother and noticed what he hadn’t understood before this very moment. Edward looked scared. Perspiration dotted his brow and his left eye seemed to be twitching, just a little.

  “No. She wasn’t suspicious at all. In fact, she sounded pleased that I’d called.”

  “Good.” Edward nodded once, and then rubbed his hands down his trousers. “That’s good. Right?”

  The only other time Warren had ever seen his brother this rattled was just before they stepped in to the exam room to take their final certification exams to qualify them as paramedics. Of course, once the exam began he—well, both of them, really—had been able to submerge themselves and focus on the calling.

  Warren Jessop knew he wasn’t the first man to carry his name. The previous ones had both been lawyers, the first one in the 1890s and the other just after the Second World War. He’d never been drawn to the law. He hadn’t wanted to be a doctor, either. The family already had plenty of doctors.

  But the idea of becoming a paramedic had captivated him right from the beginning. It had been th
e same for Edward, and that hadn’t surprised him at all as, despite the year between them, they often thought as one.

  He’d had that proven to him again not that long ago. February eleventh was a day he’d mentally circled on the calendar. He’d never forget the day. They’d attended the grand opening “open house” at Chloe’s spa, because she was family, and family supported family.

  That was when and how they’d met her.

  He turned his attention back to his brother. He clapped him on the back, and then nodded right back to him. “Yes, that’s good. Come on, we don’t want to be late.”

  There was a bell over the door of the spa, so that when someone entered, it jangled a light little tune. Warren supposed they needed the bell, because Chloe and her staff could all be busy with clients and not hear the door open, otherwise.

  It didn’t bother him to be standing with his brother in what some might consider a female domain. In fact, he knew that both his uncle James and his cousin, Gord Jessop, had been coming here for massage therapy for their sore, achy backs. From what he’d heard, the massage was working for them both.

  Gord had told them just last week that he felt better than he had in years.

  The bell hadn’t even finished jangling when Chloe came into the reception area. “Hey there, Warren, Ed. You’re right on time. Would you like hot packs for your shoulders before you see Carol?”

  Because they were paramedics and had studied many different forms of therapy both during their certification programs and since, they both understood the value of heat as it could be applied to the muscles of the neck and shoulders. Heat, alternated with icy cold, could work wonders on strained muscles, and by itself could help to relieve tension and stress.

  Warren pulled his thoughts back to the moment as he slid a glance at his brother who didn’t seem inclined to say anything at all. Not because of shyness, Warren knew, but because he was so damn nervous.

  “Thank you. I think we’d both like a hot pack.”

  Chloe led them through the main room toward a dimly lit, smaller room. Several women were seated at various chairs and divans in the main salon. Warren had picked up one of the brochures during the open house, and so he knew all of the services his almost-cousin offered here. From listening to his female cousins talking, he knew that manicures, pedicures, facials, and waxing were among the most popular treatments.

  He thought that women were exceptionally brave and resilient to undergo that last treatment all in the name of good grooming. If any man claimed that he was stronger than a woman, Warren would be tempted to challenge him to have his private parts waxed to prove it.

  During their time in training, he and Ed had often had to practice their skills on each other. So he’d had chest hair removed so that the patches for a heart monitor could stick properly.

  Their instructor had thought it enormously funny to remove the hair covering the spots on their pecs with wax as opposed to simply shaving it.

  It had hurt like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He could not even imagine contemplating that same procedure conducted on a more…intimate spot of his body.

  “I recall that during the open house Chloe called this the serenity room,” Edward said.

  The chairs in here were well built and substantial—made of solid wood and leather. And, Warren thought as he sat down, they were comfortable. The air conditioning cooled gently, and the dim lights helped with the impression of—well, serenity.

  “It’s a good concept,” Warren said. “To sit and relax for a few minutes before whatever treatment you’re going to have.” Soft music played just faintly in the background. Warren didn’t know what kind of music it was exactly but he thought he recognized the sound of a pan flute.

  “Remember how Nancy used to proclaim that going into Waco to get her nails done was her special ‘me time’?” Ed appeared to be taking in every aspect of the room.

  His brother had a way of focusing that made it appear as if he didn’t see anyone or anything else except the one thing he was studying. His reference to their sister—whom they hadn’t seen in several months—wasn’t all that unusual or odd if one understood Ed.

  Warren looked around. “Yeah, this would begin to put a person into the state of mind she would need to be in for some ‘me time.’”

  “Mom’s going to want to check her out as soon as she hears we’ve come here.” Ed met his gaze. “You know she’s going to understand what we’ve done, right? Mom totally gets us.”

  “That’s all right. We’ll file that under ‘start out as you mean to go.’”

  “I was thinking.”

  Warren didn’t worry that their mother would embarrass them with her. He knew she wouldn’t. But she’d let them know what she thought of their chosen woman, and that was fine. Their mother’s instincts were solid gold.

  Chloe came into the room, carrying two hot packs. She placed one on each of them. Warren sighed. He was definitely feeling tense—this was an important moment—and the heat helped.

  “Carol is ready for you. She thought you might be more comfortable in one of the private treatment rooms in the back, so she’s set up in there. I’ll take you to her.”

  “Thanks, Chloe.”

  Out the door, once more past the ladies getting their feet massaged and nails buffed, and down a short hall to one of the rooms, there was no time for any more talk.

  Doesn’t matter. Ed and I are both on the same page. Though he did wonder if those ladies would be curious just what it was he and his brother had asked for that they needed to be taken to a private room together.

  Chloe stopped at an open door and used her hand to gesture them in.

  Warren amazed himself that he was able to smile and say, “Good afternoon, Carol,” just like it was any afternoon and Carol Ashwood was any esthetician.

  Carol smiled, revealing the sweetest dimple on the left side of her face, almost a straight line down from the corner of her eye, and level with her lips. He thought she looked edgy, and he wanted more than anything to set her at ease.

  That’s not quite true. What I really want is to kiss that path, eyes to dimple to lips.

  Ed only nodded, but then he looked down for a moment, and Warren knew his brother was very nervous.

  Then Ed surprised him. He looked up again, apparently meeting Carol’s gaze. “You look very nice today,” he said.

  Carol’s smile got wider—something Warren hadn’t thought was possible. “Why thank you, Edward. Come on in and get comfortable. Y’all can tell me who’s going to go first. Oh, and you can either leave the door open, or close it.” She giggled. “Make all the ladies out there really wonder just what we’re doing in here. Anyway, it’s up to you.”

  Warren was going to say they could leave the door open. He certainly didn’t mind anyone knowing what he and his brother had come to The Lusty Glow Day Spa for—what they were saying they had come for.

  Ed nodded. “Let’s let them wonder, then.” He stepped back, and gently closed the door.

  “That’s kind of mischievous. I like that.”

  Both men smiled, and that seemed to set her at ease some. “I have to say, I am curious. You’re the first men to request manicures. I gave them to men in Abilene on occasion, but I didn’t expect to get any takers here in a smaller town.”

  They’d expected the question and had practiced the answer. Warren nodded. “As first responders, we can be thrust at any time into life-and-death situations. Everything must work, and work well. It’s essential for our own protection to wear latex gloves in the field. If our hands are rough, our nails not manicured, we could tear those gloves as we work, putting ourselves and our patients at undue risk.”

  Carol’s eyes went wide and she gasped. “Why, I never once thought of that!”

  Warren doubted anyone else had, either. He and Ed were rather proud of that story. It had taken them a couple of days to think it up.

  He and his brother each took a chair, side by side, across the smal
l table from Carol Ashwood. If he inhaled deeply, he could smell her. If I do that, I’m going to get a hard-on. Hell, who was he kidding? He’d likely get one anyway being so close her and having her hold his hand while she worked.

  “Warren is the oldest. He should be the first,” Ed said. “It’s family tradition.”

  For just a moment, a look passed over Carol’s face. It was enough to make him think that as much as he and Ed had recognized her on first meeting as the woman they were meant to spend the rest of their lives with—she may have recognized them, too.

  Carol swallowed and nodded. “All right then. I guess we should get started.”

  Warren had no earthly idea what would happen next. But he nodded, too, held out his right hand, and said, “Yes, I guess we should.”

  * * * *

  Emily Anne held back her smile and went about her business. She cleared the two recently emptied tables in her section of the restaurant and showed, she thought, remarkable aplomb. Her actions were focused and controlled, her expression serene as she acted as if she didn’t know that every one of her co-workers was looking at her with speculation in their eyes. She guessed she really couldn’t blame them. She hadn’t exactly been forthcoming with information for the last week, at least not when it came to her personal life.

  She didn’t know how to explain to the women she worked with that her lack of sharing wasn’t personal. She just didn’t want to jinx things.

  Since a week ago Monday when Mel and Connor had taken her “parking” after their evening at The Dancing Pony, she’d seen them three times.

  On the nights they didn’t see each other, they called her on the phone. They’d called her from their office and put her on speaker phone, so they could speak to her together.

  Last night they’d taken her out to dinner and a movie in Waco and she’d had a really good time. They never seemed to run out of things to talk about when they were together. Most important, in her mind at any rate, was the way both men listened to her. They asked her opinion about—well, about practically anything and everything. She was getting to know them, and they were getting to know her.