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

by Cara Covington

  He didn’t take his seat but rather stayed standing, leaning against his desk. He didn’t mind appearing casual and at ease. They’d learn in time that he was a pretty laid-back guy who happened to be very serious about his calling. He looked down at the stack of papers, positioned so that he could see the name on each.

  “Miss Anderson.”

  Tara Anderson approached. She held out her hand. “Hello, Dr. Kendall. I’m Tara Anderson. I’m from Mississippi, and I’m the oldest of three.”

  He gave her his patented teacher smile and received her shy one in return. “Dr. Broderick enjoyed your essay, Miss Anderson,” Rich said. “From the notes he made through the year in his daily journal, I can tell you he thought you were gifted. Are you planning a career in education?”

  “Yes, sir. I hope to teach high school. And maybe someday—when the time is right—I’ll become an author.”

  “That sounds like an excellent plan. It’s nice to meet you, Miss Anderson.”

  “Thank you, Dr. Kendall.”

  Just exchanging a few words, and eye contact, with each of his students helped Rich get to know these young women whose work he’d read and transcripts he’d studied. They were a diverse group of students, ranging in age from twenty to twenty-two. Most but not all of them were from the South. There was one student from California and one from Wyoming and two from Indiana. A handful of the students in his classes were attending the Claymore College on full scholarships.

  Reading up on the history of the school, he’d learned that Edwina Claymore, the school’s founder, had herself come from humble beginnings. Her dream was to provide a quality education to promising young women, regardless of their financial means. He was pleased to see the tradition of providing scholarships carried on with the founder’s daughter.

  He picked up the next essay in the dwindled pile. “Miss Crane.”

  None of the women in the room stood up. Some looked around the room, and in their expressions, he read surprise that Marcia Crane wasn’t here. Finally, one young woman, sitting in the back, raised her hand. Rich nodded to her.

  “Marcia left, Dr. Kendall.”

  “She left?”

  The young woman, Pam Sienna, nodded her head. “She quit. On Friday, I think. Vella, who has the room next to hers in the dorm, said she saw her leave late Friday night, her knapsack in hand.”

  He hadn’t been informed that one of his students had quit. There should have been a note in his inbox. “Well, that’s unfortunate.” And strange. Rich had boned up on each of his students, using his predecessor’s class notes. Patrick Broderick had thought Marcia showed a great deal of promise. As well, Rich knew she was one of the students in his classes who had received a full scholarship.

  He made a mental note to check with the registrar’s office. Rich didn’t like the idea that a promising student—one with a high GPA—would just flush her education, seemingly out of nowhere. Perhaps there’d been a problem, either with another student or a member of the faculty.

  It didn’t matter one bit that Rich hadn’t even met the young woman. Miss Crane was one of his students and, therefore, his responsibility. He couldn’t let the matter go without at least finding out what had gone wrong.

  * * * *

  “So, you’re…fine?”

  Iris met Tam’s gaze. Her friend had just shown up for a quick visit—just in time for Iris’s afternoon break. Donny had grinned, and left them to visit.

  Iris kept one ear on the sound of voices as Donny and one of the salesmen who’d come along for a supply delivery talked.

  “Are you talking about the job…or something more personal?”

  Tam blushed. “Do I need to apologize for setting you up? Jill told me you went to Houston with them, and that you were a guest at that club they go to.”

  Iris knew Tamara Kendall well enough to understand that she probably was having second thoughts. She also knew that for Tam to have, as Iris put it, set her up it would have been an act borne out of love.

  “No, no apologies needed.” She tilted her head. “You’ve never been there? The Lyon’s Den?”

  “No. A few others have, but not us, just because, well, it’s not us. But I thought, well, I thought it might be you.”

  “I think so, too. Rich and Donny and I are feeling our way. So far, there hasn’t been much in the way of…” She felt her face heating. “You know what I mean.”

  “You mean no spankings, no ‘scenes’?”

  How did Iris answer that? There had been a scene, and she’d even visited subspace. But she knew the men were holding back. She wasn’t certain why, but she’d think about it later.

  “They’re taking their time taking me there. So far, it’s been…amazing.”

  Tam exhaled. “Thank goodness. After the fact, I began to worry. But I knew you were no doormat. If things got unpleasant, you’d stand up for yourself.”

  In the couple of hours since Tamara had left, heading back to the airfield, Iris wondered about her friend’s confidence that she would indeed stand up for herself. I guess you never really know how others see you. Tam’s assertion had really pleased her.

  Donny came to stand in front of the reception desk, where Iris had positioned herself to take the latest call. She looked up and their eyes met, and everything inside her felt better.

  “It’s quitting time, thank heavens.”

  She understood that sentiment. Between the busy phone, several deliveries of supplies and equipment, and the re-arranging of the supply room once everything was in there, Iris was beat, too.

  Adding to her exhaustion, the heat had risen sharply in advance of a storm front that was expected to move through the area in the next twenty-four hours. Sporting sore muscles and very sweaty skin, Iris knew what she wanted more than anything—a trip to the master bathroom, a shower, and a soak in that Jacuzzi.

  She and Donny left the clinic for the day and headed for the house. Iris walked to the fridge for the pitcher of tea while Donny got down two glasses. He filled the glasses with ice from the dispenser in the front of the fridge and then set them on the counter for Iris to fill.

  “Here, I’ll put it back.” Donny took the pitcher from her and put it away before reaching for his glass.

  Iris sipped at her drink, but Donny downed it in three huge gulps.

  “I stink.” He grinned when he said that, and Iris laughed.

  “I’m not exactly a fresh Texas rose myself, boss.”

  “Ah-ah-ah. It’s four thirty and the workday is done. I’m no longer your boss. I’m simply your Dom.”

  The twinkle in his eyes was one of the things she liked best about this particular Dr. Kendall.

  Iris grinned. “You’re a veterinarian and a comedian.”

  He spread his hands, palms up. “What can I say? I’m multitalented.”

  “Yes, you sure are.”

  Donny reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. “Let’s go make use of the facilities upstairs.”

  Any tiredness she’d been feeling fled in light of the desire shining from his eyes. Suddenly unable to speak, she nodded. Donny led her up the stairs after turning the key-lock on the front door.

  “Rich will expect that door locked when he comes home, anyway,” Donny said.

  “I guess locking doors is something y’all have always had to do up north.”

  Donny kissed her hand. “Locking the door, both when you leave and when you’re home—which to me is more to the point—is just a good idea all around. These days you just never know who might come along.”

  Once they were both inside the master bath, Donny’s jocularity vanished. “Strip. Now.”

  Ooh, Donny’s Dom voice is every bit as sexy to me as Rich’s. Iris wasn’t the least bit surprised her hands began to shed her clothes before her mind fully processed the order.

  “Eyes on me. See what seeing you, smelling your arousal, does to me, sweetheart.”

  Donny didn’t do a striptease. He simply dropped his clothing one
piece at a time. His cock was fully erect, and a tiny drop of dew emerged through that single eye. Iris licked her lips simply because Donny Kendall made her mouth water.

  His smirk let her know he knew exactly where her thoughts had gone. “We’ll get to that, by and by. At the moment, I have other plans.”

  It took him only a moment to get the water running. When he held his hand out to her, she placed hers in it and stepped with him under the spray.

  Iris couldn’t prevent the sigh that escaped her lips. This surely had to be the very best shower in the entire world. She felt every muscle in her body respond to the heat, just as her spirit responded to sharing this intimacy with Donny.

  “Head back. I’ll take care of you, and then you can return the favor.”

  “Deal.” Though she doubted it was an offer as much as it was a command.

  As if to underscore that thought, Donny smacked her ass. “Pardon?”

  “I mean yes, Sir.”

  Eyes closed, she tilted her head back and relished the sensation of having her hair washed, rinsed, and then conditioned.

  When the last of that fragrant cream ran down the drain, Donny set the wand up and squeezed some of the water from her hair.

  “You thoroughly enjoyed that.”

  “What’s not to like, Sir?”

  She felt his breath tickle her ear as be placed a kiss there. “I did, too, but I’m really going to love this part.”

  The sound of shower gel being squeezed and the scent of citrus swirling into the steam brought a smile to her lips as anticipation curled through her. Then soap-covered hands caressed her breasts, her shoulders, and her stomach, and Iris wondered if she wouldn’t melt into a puddle of goo and slide down the drain, too. Donny pressed closer against her, and there was no mistaking the hot, hard flesh that pressed against the top of her ass crack.

  Then his fingers slid lower. He strummed against her slit, working his fingers up and down, inserting them slightly into her pussy as his thumb found her clit.

  Iris moaned and shivered and then wiggled her butt against his cock.

  Donny kissed her right shoulder and then stepped back. She felt the heavy slide of gel slithering down from the top of her left shoulder. Donny caressed his hand through it and spread the cleansing substance along her back, across the globes of her ass, and even into the crevice separating them.

  There was nothing tentative about his touch as he pressed his fingers against the tiny rosette. The burn of tight muscle being stretched sent a charge of pure sensation through her body to her nipples and her clit. He stepped closer, keeping his left hand there to tease her anus as his other arm wrapped around her and pulled her tight.

  “You like having your ass played with.”

  “I do, Sir. I didn’t know I would, but it seems to set everything else off.”

  “That’s very good to know. Now hold still while I rinse you.”

  There was enough room in the enclosure that he could move around her, directing the spray from one of the shower wands where he wanted. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of being cared for. When he stepped closer and she sensed he’d returned the wand to its holder on the wall, she opened her eyes.

  And looked directly into Donny’s blue-eyed, passion-filled gaze.

  “Damn, sweetheart, you look good enough to eat. Move your legs apart.” His grin warned her what he intended to do. She eased her legs open without taking her gaze from his.

  Lithe and limber, he moved down until he was on his knees in the shower. He nuzzled her sex for just a moment, and then he began to lap and lick and drive her insane.

  Using his lips and tongue, Donny tasted every part of her, sucking, sipping, and adding yum-yum sounds that vibrated against her wet folds. His tongue flicked over her clit, back and forth, and then delved into her slit, in and up, as if he could fuck her with it as effectively as he did his cock. Hands on her hips braced her when she thought her knees might buckle. She smacked her left hand against the shower wall as she looked down at the dark head pressed against her pussy. He hadn’t shaved since the morning, and the slight bristle tickled and teased.

  “More. More more more more more.” Iris was so damn close to exploding the only thing that mattered right then and there was reaching that promised peak. And then Donny sucked her clit into his mouth, inserted his fingers into her opening, and her orgasm erupted. “Yes!” echoed off the walls, the moist, dew-inspired sound reverberating as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over and through her. When the pleasure began to ebb, Donny kissed a path up her body. He laid his lips on hers, his tongue insistent. She drank down the flavor of them both, causing a tiny little aftershock to prickle her nipples.

  Donny raised his head. “I’m too damn close. Turn around and brace yourself. I’m going to fuck your cunt from behind.”

  She spun around and placed both palms on the wall. Being wanted this badly was one of the sexiest things ever. She heard the sounds of his preparation and then felt the nuzzle of his condom-covered cock over her labia.

  The heat of his hand brushed her intimate flesh as he lined himself up, and then he plunged. True to his word, he didn’t tease or play. He fucked her, hard and fast and deep.

  “So. Damn. Good.” His words sounded as if they’d escaped clenched teeth. The pounding felt better than good, and though she would have been content just to let him use her to come, her own arousal began to soar.

  He gasped and groaned, and then he moved slightly, his right hand leaving her hip. The press of a lube-covered finger against her anus was her only warning.

  “Now, sweetheart. Now.” He plunged a finger into her ass, going deep at the same moment he held his cock deep as it began to spasm within her.

  Iris screamed, the second climax coming without warning, the pleasure so intense she very nearly fell to her knees. Only Donny’s strong arm and his heat that surrounded her kept her safe—as she’d known, without doubt, he would.

  Chapter 15

  Iris laid back in the Jacuzzi, her eyes closed, the fingers of her right hand twined with Donny’s left one. Every few seconds he brushed his thumb over the back of her hand, but otherwise, neither of them moved, and neither of them spoke. If there’d been any tension remaining in her body left after those two stunning orgasms he’d given her in the shower, that tension was now mush thanks to the bubbling, heated water and the pure bliss of being with one of her two lovers.

  They’d both been completely sated when he helped her stand. She insisted on being allowed to bathe him, too. He’d given in, after warning her to not take too long.

  What a great way to end the day.

  “Now this is a very heartwarming and inviting sight to come home to.”

  Iris opened her eyes and turned her head. She had wondered what Rich’s reaction would be to coming home and finding the two of them obviously in the afterglow from their own personal sexual interlude. She returned his smile, understanding in that instant he meant what he’d just said.

  It continually astounded her that neither man held any jealousy seeing her with the other. In fact, she believed that her ability to give herself to both of them was a quality they both cherished.

  “Hi, professor. How as your first day at college?” She tried not to smirk because it occurred to her, as the words left her mouth, that they could have been asked of a student just as easily.

  “It was an interesting day. How was your first day of booking appointments?”

  “We’re solid for the next two weeks,” Iris said. “Will you join us?” As sated as she’d been mere moments before, all she had to do was lay her eyes on Rich Kendall and her libido reawakened. She wanted him, pure and simple.

  “Oh, I’m definitely going to join you, my little subbie. I’m just going to shower the day off me first.”

  My little subbie. As terms of endearment went, she wouldn’t have thought that would be a great one. And yet she couldn’t deny the pure pleasure that flooded her when he’d called her tha
t.

  She met Donny’s gaze. The look he sent her told her he knew his brother’s words had pleased her. When he winked at her, she smiled. Then she brought his hand out of the water, and returning a familiar gesture that she usually received, she kissed it.

  She returned her attention to Rich. He made quick work of stripping off his clothes and then getting into the shower. He stood under the deluge, facing her. Wasting no time, he lathered his hair, rinsed, and then soaped his body. His cock was at more than half-mast as he used his hand, pumping his shaft as he spread the lather. The sight of him stroking himself made all her girl parts tingle. She looked up and met his smiling gaze. He knows exactly what he does to me. Iris realized that having a lover—or two—who could not only read her needs but also understand and accept her as she was was a truly wonderful thing.

  He didn’t bother drying off when he was done. He just ran his hands through his hair and then made his way—a predator stalking his prey—to the hot tub.

  He eased into the water and didn’t stop his approach until he stood directly in front of her. When he reached down and pulled her up, she went eagerly. His mouth covered hers, and his tongue did that awesome swoop and conquer thing, and Iris began to melt.

  Rich’s flavor was an addictive drug racing into her bloodstream, feeding a need in her that only he could meet.

  In Donny she found a lover who was also a pal, a man whose sense of humor matched her own, a man she could completely relax with. But in Rich she found a lover who challenged her and set parameters, one who made her feel secure in herself and completely safe surrendering control.

  Was that why she only felt complete after having both men? Because they each fulfilled different facets of her personality?

  “Stay with me in the moment, Iris.” Rich’s words bathed her lips.

  She didn’t even think to deny her mind had wandered. “Yes, Sir.” She felt Rich’s smile against her mouth. Giving into temptation, she licked it.

  He fisted his hand in her hair and tugged so that she had no choice but to look up at him.