“You feel so good inside me. You both do. I don’t know…I can’t…” Speech became impossible as those electric, sizzling sensations began to swirl and snap within her once more. They expanded, touching every nerve ending, every inch of her. Her flesh pebbled even as her heart pounded, and she labored for breath.
James removed his right hand from her, brought his finger and thumb to his mouth, and sucked on them. Then, holding her gaze, he reached down with those wet fingers and found, and then pinched, her clit.
“James!” Pamela screamed his name, as once more rapture set her ablaze. Every sense, every thought simply shattered as wave after wave of passion battered her, pounding into her with such orgasmic fervor she was breathless. Beneath her, her lover tensed. With his hands on her hips, he held her as he surged inside her, staying deep. His long, low groan and the sensation of his cock coming within her assured her that he flew with her.
She closed her eyes, and when hands held her, she released her control, surrendering to the gentle touch, completely fine with the quiet male chuckles as they took her weight. She didn’t care if they sounded proud of themselves for utterly destroying her.
The way she felt just then defied description. After three amazing climaxes, making her entire body bubble with bliss and stealing every scrap of strength from her joints, she supposed they were entitled to experience and exhibit a little bit of smug.
Chapter Eight
Pamela sighed as pleasure enveloped her. She leaned against James as the heated water of the shower rained down upon her, making every muscle in her body even more relaxed.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Just lean on me.” He nuzzled her in the curve of her neck and shoulder. Despite the heated water, her nipples beaded into tight buds. That fact didn’t surprise her because, even relaxed, she was aroused.
Behind her, James held steady, his hands on her hips, holding her upright, and close. In front of her, Adam rubbed a bar of soap, creating a great deal of foam between his two hands. He set the bar on a high shelf within the enclosure. James adjusted her position so the front of her body was no longer under the spray, and then Adam placed his hands on her and began to bathe her.
“Oh, my…” Every fiber of her being melted even more. There was just no other way to describe the sudden weakness in her limbs. James chuckled low and soft in her ear, and she couldn’t fault him for it because he’d tightened his hold on her. His strong arms were the only thing that kept Pamela from slipping to the floor of the shower enclosure.
“You like?” Adam’s question stirred her to open her eyes and meet his gaze.
“No, I adore. That feels just wonderful.” Until that moment Pamela hadn’t known she could purr. But she could, and Adam’s smile turned soft.
“Good. Just enjoy, baby.” Adam continued to spread the lather from her shoulders to her breasts and, then, from her breasts down over her stomach, heading south.
“Open.” His foam-covered hand on the top of her thigh let him know what he wanted of her. She spread her legs enough for him to use his fingers. His touch gentle, he washed her feminine folds, letting her know there’d be very few boundaries in their intimacy.
This was the first time she’d ever showered with even one man, let alone two. She really couldn’t say she minded the loss of privacy.
Adam finished washing the front of her body then took the shower wand above him in hand. Pamela sighed as he used it to rinse the suds from her. Then he returned the wand and reached for her, easing her into his arms.
“Now I get to hold you while James washes your back.”
“The two of you are spoiling me.”
“Thank you,” James said. She heard the sound of his manipulating the soap. “We’d hoped you’d know that’s what we intended to do.”
Before Pamela could answer that, James put his now soapy hands on her back and began working his fingers on her flesh. A combination massage and wash, his actions did a damn fine job of finishing off her muscle drain. She couldn’t prevent the almost feral-sounding moans that came, she believed, from the depths of her very soul.
He moved his hands down, working his magic on her lower back and then the globes of her ass, and the sensations changed subtly, from exquisite pleasure of the relaxing kind to exquisite pleasure of the arousing kind.
James used the shower wand above his head to rinse her, and she heard the sound of his returning it to its holder.
“Her nipples are digging holes in my chest,” Adam said.
“Mmhmm, and I’m inhaling her scent and getting hard.” James kissed her shoulder. “Turn around, Pamela, please. I need to taste you.”
A tremor bounced through her. Adam had tasted her, and the prospect of more of that, this time from James, shot her arousal through the roof. Pamela was grateful for Adam’s help. She never could have managed to turn around on her own. She leaned on him, and when James knelt before her, she spread her legs enough…and whimpered when she felt his lips and tongue on her.
Adam reached down and took her hands, lifting her arms and, by his actions, wordlessly asked her to lace her fingers behind his neck.
Then he put his hands on her breasts, cupping and caressing, pinching and pulling.
The heat of the shower and the scent of these men combined with the crackling excitement of sexual arousal found her tense with anticipation. She didn’t know how she could crave more of them, how she could yearn for another orgasm after all they’d given her this night.
But she did, and the craving and the yearning stretched her to her limits.
“Just let go, angel.” James’s words, whispered against her sopping folds, sent a sharp zing of pleasure through her body. “You taste so damn good. Just let go and give me your essence.”
His tongue swirled over and around the opening of her cunt. He used it to tease her clit, coming close and then slipping away. And then he slid it inside of her, fucking her, at the same time his brother toyed with her nipples. Adam wiggled his hips, and his hardening cock nestled closer, finding the cleft of her ass and practically wearing her.
Then she felt James’s fingers stroke the outside of her then slide in deep. His clever fingers moved inside her, seeking…and then they hit that same spot Adam had found, and she jolted. Laughter against her cunt ignited her arousal.
“That’s your sweet spot,” Adam said.
James sucked her clit into his mouth at the same instant Adam pinched her nipples hard. Pamela screamed as her entire body shivered and convulsed, as this new orgasm, bigger, brighter, harder than she’d known was possible, slammed into her, pounding her, lifting her, and changing her—changing her forever.
* * * *
Adam didn’t think he’d ever get tired of looking at his Pamela. In sleep, with her pretty light brown eyelashes closed and her breathing deep and even, here was what he’d hoped for, what he’d yearned for since the first moment he’d laid eyes on her last November.
He would never forget looking up from the cashier in the cafeteria and seeing Pamela. Alone at a table by the windows, she appeared lost in thought. Something within him rejoiced at the sight of her. Then he realized his brother was looking at the same woman, with a look on his face that told him he felt it, too. They approached her, as one. She met their gazes…it was a moment he would never forget.
The morning sun danced among the curtains, announcing a new day.
Adam didn’t have to check his watch to know it was early, yet—likely just past dawn. A sense of being watched had him glance at his brother. James, also awake, grinned at him.
They’d both recognized their woman on sight. From that moment to this, this is what they’d longed for.
Did their fathers and grandfathers have it right? Had they taken advantage of Pamela’s situation, of her fear for and, yes, her anger with her father? Adam didn’t know. God, I hope not. Would she have given herself so freely to them if she’d been upset with them?
Right then he wanted nothing more than to bury himse
lf deep inside Pamela, to lose himself in the reality of her heat and her…her love.
Did she love them? Looking at the last few weeks through the lens his fathers had given him the night before, he couldn’t see how she possibly could. But she would love them. He silently vowed it.
He’d do everything in his power to see that she would—beginning right now.
Yes, he wanted to love her again, but they’d been greedy with her last night. He met James’s gaze and nodded toward the door. One of the things about having such a close relationship with his brother was he rarely had to explain himself.
James nodded, and together they slipped from the bed. They took a moment to tuck the blanket around her. Then, moving quietly, they each grabbed their trousers and left the room. Once downstairs they stepped into their pants and headed to the kitchen.
“Do you think they had it right, Adam? Do you think that once Pamela thinks about it, she’ll feel we tricked her into marrying us?”
No, I don’t have to explain myself to James. “I hope not, Jamie.” He’d used the old nickname from their childhood. “I really hope not. But the more I think about that possibility, the worse I feel.”
“Then we’re just going to have to court her—really, really well.”
“And we can start by giving her a rest from our greedy selves,” Adam said. “Let’s get a pot of coffee on, and then we’ll make breakfast.”
“Coffee we can manage fairly well, but I don’t know about cooking breakfast.”
“You have a point. I don’t suppose there’s any of Aunt Miranda’s banana bread in the freezer? We’ve got apples here, and I was certain I saw some cherry preserves in the fridge.”
“We could make her a continental breakfast! Good thinking.” While James went into the back room to search their freezer, Adam started a pot of coffee. He had noticed Pam didn’t like her coffee overly strong, so he eased back on the amount of grounds he put in the basket. Once he had the pot on the stove, he conducted a small survey of the food they had on hand.
James came back into the kitchen, a huge grin on his face. He was holding a wrapped loaf, and it was dated just the day before.
James took care of the banana bread while Adam selected a few apples from the bowl on the counter.
“I never thought that becoming an MD meant I was particularly qualified to dice apples.” His brother chuckled, which put a smile on his own face. “I think there’re a couple of lemons in the fridge. Maybe we should slice one up, to use with the tea mother left in the fridge?”
“Good idea. I wouldn’t be at all surprised to have company later, although the only one who mentioned they’d be here for certain was Caleb.”
“Likely the aunts will want to come by soon.” Adam nodded.
“The aunts, yes, and maybe mother and both of the grandmothers. Not to mention our two newest cousins.”
James chuckled. “Bernice and Samantha. It might well be that later today would be a good time to go down to the office and have a look around—if we get inundated with women.”
Adam had missed his family and was looking forward to seeing everyone again. But he wasn’t altogether certain he wanted that to happen en masse.
The banana bread was warming in the oven, the coffee was perked, and the bowl of chopped apples, tossed with a bit of lemon juice and a judicial amount of sugar added, awaited.
Adam set the table while James poured coffee for the two of them.
“As I was working on putting Aunt Miranda’s banana bread in the oven, I was thinking about what the old men were saying last night, and I had a horrific thought.”
“I’m not sure I want to hear your horrific thought. I just got myself into a mental space where I was feeling pretty good about our situation.”
“You really don’t want to know?” James asked.
“Let me have a bracing sip of my coffee, first,” Adam said. He did just that and closed his eyes to savor the moment. At home, finally, and with his wife sleeping upstairs and his brother by his side.
He opened his eyes and nodded.
“While the old men were putting us through the mill, what do you suppose Mother and Grandmother were talking to Pamela about?”
Adam had of course heard the expression, “my heart skipped a beat,” but until that very moment, he’d never experienced it.
“Good God, Jamie. That is a truly horrific thought!”
“And probably not one we need to worry about. Right?”
“Why are you asking me? It was your horrific thought.”
“You’re right, it was.” Jamie sipped his coffee, his eyes closed, and Adam sensed he was seeking out all the little bits of logic that seemed to have escaped him in the last few minutes. I really wish he’d kept that horrific thought to himself, because I didn’t need to have it lurking around in my brain, swimming about like a specimen in a Petri dish.
“All right, I have it. If such a discussion had taken place, I’m quite certain that the ladies in question—our mother and grandmother—would have given us The Eye as we came into the dining room, bearing coffee. But I didn’t notice any such look, or demeanor, from either of them.”
“Of course, I’m not certain we would have, because we were completely focused on our Pamela. Hell, I can’t even tell you what brooch mother was wearing last night.”
“Me, neither.” James sighed.
They’d always paid attention to their mother’s brooches because sometimes she used them to send messages.
“Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to forget all about your horrific thought and simply carry on as normal—or as normal as we’re capable of being. We’ll forget all about it.”
The sound of a footfall on the steps drew Adam’s attention away from the conversation and focused it on the kitchen doorway. Moments later Pamela appeared, looking delicious, sleep-rumpled, and infinitely cuddly. Her short blue robe, belted at the middle, teased him as he wondered if she had anything on under it. Put away your inner horndog, oh greedy one.
“Good morning, baby.” Adam stood and held out his arms. She walked to him, wrapped her own arms around him, and laid her head on his chest. Not the actions of a woman who was annoyed with him. When she looked up at him, he kissed her, a sweet, wooing kiss. Then he released her to James, who received the same good-morning greeting.
“We’ve fresh banana bread from Aunt Miranda,” James said, “and fresh chopped apples and coffee for breakfast.”
“I was going to make the two of you breakfast.” Pamela’s smile made Adam feel ten feet tall. As long as they had this woman in their home, nothing else really mattered.
“Maybe tomorrow,” Adam said. “We wanted to treat you today—and sadly, neither of us have ever gotten the hang of cooking.”
“You’re spoiling me again.”
“Guilty.”
“Then I’ll have to spoil you both right back. And I will, just as soon as I find that grocery store and stock up.”
“That sounds like a plan,” James said.
Adam saw their woman seated and poured her a cup of coffee. Everything was going to be all right, because he refused to even consider the alternative.
Chapter Nine
Pamela realized, as they set out for the grocery store in town, that she hadn’t really seen much of Lusty the day before. Along with the grocery, there was a pharmacy, a hardware store, and a dry cleaner’s. She saw the sheriff’s office and a sign that read “Wendy’s Western Wear.”
Adam had nodded toward that store. “Wendy’s thinking of retiring, but her daughter might take over. Pru will likely leave the name as it is, for now.” Adam met her gaze. “People like continuity—even here in Lusty.”
The grocery store in town was a size she’d expect to find in a small town. There was a good variety of packaged goods and some fresh fruit and veggies. Milk and eggs, and some packaged meat, along with a couple of freezer units—one with veggies, meat, and side dishes and the other for ice cream and other froz
en desserts.
Pamela was able to fill most of her grocery list.
“Let’s head into Gatesville,” James suggested.
Adam nodded. “It’ll let you see where things are.” Then he handed her the keys. So Pamela drove Adam’s Cadillac, a very nice, brand-new car.
“How is it you have a 1975 Caddy when you’ve been in Maryland for two years?”
Adam grinned. “The folks knew we were coming home, so they saw to it for us.”
“We both have new vehicles, and yes, we did pay for them ourselves.”
Pamela just shook her head. She kept forgetting that her husbands were very well off. She set that thought aside and focused instead on the car she was driving.
It was good to be behind the wheel, and the car handled beautifully. Adam insisted she use the car until he and James bought her a car of her own.
She didn’t think the stubborn men had listened at all to her perfectly logical argument that she didn’t need a new car of her own.
Pamela had made a partial grocery list, though she’d teased the men she could have made a one-word list, just by writing the word “everything” on the sheet of paper.
They didn’t, of course, have the basics—flour, butter, and spices. There was no baking powder or soda on their shelves, but there had been salt. In fact, there was a lot of salt, and she thought that might be a clue. Along with the salt and black pepper, she’d found one other “shaker.” She sniffed it and felt her eyes begin to water.
“That’s chili peppers,” James had said. “Mother grows her own and dries them then grinds them up.” His grin told her he loved the spice.
“I think cooking for the two of you is going to involve a learning curve for me.” She recalled he’d told her about Madison, who’d relocated from Ireland and had needed to learn all about the soil and what plants would flourish in this different region.
Pamela was pretty certain the principle applied to cooking, as well. She had thought that she’d start out making some of her stand-by meals. Now she thought that she’d consult her mother-in-law. Pamela had purchased a cook book when she’d moved back to the farm from her apartment in Baltimore, and she had her mother’s favorite one, as well. These, she’d brought with her. But it had occurred to her that there would be different sorts of things on the menu in Texas, compared to Maryland. The discovery of the chili pepper in the cupboard confirmed it. Pamela would like to learn how to make regional dishes and guessed Maria could help her with that.
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