One Thanksgiving in Lusty, Texas

by Cara Covington

  “Lord, woman.” James cupped her head gently, his hands trembling.

  She fought the urge to smile because she knew, by the hardening of his cock, by its flexing, and by his very shaky breathing that he really liked what she was doing to him.

  She felt movement behind her then the heat of Adam’s body and the shiver of his kiss on her neck.

  “Keep your mouth busy, baby, but put both hands down and get on your hands and knees.”

  Pamela had no idea what Adam intended, but she did as she was told. The slide of a drawer, his movements, all fell into the background as she focused on the taste of James’s cock, the salty pungent flavor, the wonderful aroma that made her pussy wet and her nipples hard.

  The sensation of him in her mouth thrilled her in a way she hadn’t expected. And as James combed his fingers through her hair, as he flexed them against her scalp, she surrendered completely to giving him as much pleasure as she could.

  Then Adam kissed her shoulder. “I’m going to play with your ass and begin to get you ready to take our cocks there. One day, we’ll both be inside you at the same time.”

  A deliciously dark shiver coursed through her. His words painted a picture that sprang to life in her mind. The three of them, united, one flesh. It was the most erotic, the most exciting concept she’d ever encountered.

  She pulled her mouth from James’s cock and looked over her shoulder. “Yes, please. That sounds perfect.”

  James tugged on her hair. She looked up, met his grin, and gave him one of her own.

  “Back to work, wench.”

  “Yes, master.” Her cheeky response apparently went right to his cock, because it grew right there before her eyes. Something to think about later. She nuzzled him again then drew his cock into her mouth, sucking, stroking his shaft with her tongue, and swallowing the tiny drops of nectar he gave her.

  Adam ran his hand down her back and caressed her ass. She felt a finger slide between her cheeks and then the silky sensation of something cool and slick.

  “Lube,” he said. Then he stroked back and forth, and Pamela’s pussy got wetter than it had been. Her nipples hardened anew, and she shivered.

  “I’m close, sweetheart.” James’s whispered words encouraged her. She moved her head up and down, sucking, stroking with her tongue, swallowing. She made a sound of pleasure and realized the vibration of that sound added to her lover’s pleasure.

  “So close,” he said.

  She drew long and hard. James cried out as the first stream of his cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed, discovering the flavor of his jism stronger than she’d expected. Each stream erupted from him wrapped in a masculine groan. Knowing she’d brought him such a rapturous sensation filled her with feminine pride.

  Adam slid his other hand around to her front, moving his fingers until he found her clit. Then he pinched her clit and pressed one finger hard against her anus, breaching her.

  Pamela screamed around James’s cock as her body climaxed. Wave after wave of ecstasy filled her. She was barely aware of James’s soft sounds and kiss on her head as he eased his cock out of her mouth.

  Adam lifted her into his arms, and she turned into him. The sound of the shower alerted her, and then she was under the spray. Her men stood her on her feet but surrounded her.

  “Let go if you like, baby. We have you.”

  “Thank you.” She was facing Adam, so she stretched up and kissed him. She stroked her tongue across his lips, easing back against James and smiling. “I adore this pampering.”

  “And we adore pampering you,” Adam said.

  “Thank you, sweetheart. That was wonderful.”

  She looked over her shoulder at James. “I’m glad I did it right. You were my first.” She preened, inwardly, at his look of amazement. Then she met Adam’s gaze. “And right after our shower, you’re going to be my second.”

  “I won’t say no, because watching your sweet mouth pleasuring my brother’s cock got me hard.” As if to prove the point, he pressed his hips against her stomach. She reached down to hold him, but his hand intercepted her. “I can wait. Barely.”

  They made quick but wonderful work of bathing her, and then James lifted her and carried her to the hot tub.

  Her deep sigh and heart-felt moan elicited male chuckles.

  “We’re rather fond of this amenity, too,” James said.

  “This would have been an amazing reward for the times in years past when I worked in the vegetable garden,” Pamela said. “Sometimes I’d be so stiff and sore after hours of plucking weeds.”

  “Family lore has it that the founders of Lusty first experienced what we now call ‘water sports’ in hot springs along the trail, on their way here.”

  “Clearly those ancestors of yours were wise in many ways.”

  “They were indeed.”

  Pamela thought she must have dozed off because, the next thing she knew, she was out of the tub, on Adam’s lap, as both men set about drying her.

  “Sorry I conked out on you.”

  “No apologies needed, baby.” He flashed her a grin. “We take it as a compliment that you pass out after loving us.”

  Once she was dry, they bundled her into bed and snuggled her between them. “Is it safe for us to say that you’re open to more anal play?” Adam asked.

  “That was…that was amazing. I was horny, but then you pushed into me, and my climax just exploded out of me.”

  “Having us both inside you is something we have to work up to, sweetheart,” James said. “You know that, right?”

  “I knew it was possible, but I didn’t know if it was something you’d want to try. But as soon as Adam said what he did, double penetration instantly became the one thing I wanted more than anything.”

  “We have to take our time,” Adam said. “We have to stretch you so that, when we give you our cocks, it doesn’t damage you.”

  Pamela sighed. She knew one thing about her husbands, and it was something she’d known almost from the very beginning. There was nothing she could say that would change their minds if their motivation was protecting her.

  She laid her head on Adam’s chest. Both of her men began petting her. The sensation of four hands on her flesh sent Pamela’s libido soaring. She grinned, and then moved. On her hands and knees, she tossed the blankets off and kissed her way down Adam’s body until her hot breath wafted over his ever-growing cock.

  She looked up and met a gaze as hot with longing and lust as she’d ever seen. Oh, she felt like a sexy siren as her smile slowly spread, announcing her intentions. But just in case he didn’t realize, she gave him her words, as well.

  “Your turn, darling.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Vixen.”

  The look of love in Adam’s eyes swelled her heart. “Only for you.” Pamela placed a kiss high on the inside of his thigh, and then she looked over at James. “No one before, and no one else, not for the rest of my life.”

  “You humble us, wife, with your words of devotion, when we both feel so unworthy of them,” Adam said.

  “Everyone in this bed is worthy of every bit of love we can find together.” She bent over Adam and lavished a long, slow lick on his very hot and hard cock. She closed her eyes to savor him. The flavor of his flesh, slightly different from his brother’s, whetted her appetite for more.

  He hissed out a breath and closed his eyes. She felt his hand on her head. She looked up, and he nodded at her, and then her very always-in-control lover did something remarkable. He laced his fingers behind his head. “Do what you want with me, baby. I’m yours just as much as you’re mine.”

  Best blank check I ever got.

  Pamela gave her full attention to giving Adam all the pleasure she could give him. She’d always been a quick study, and the lessons she’d learned when she’d had James’s cock in her hands and in her mouth she used now to love Adam.

  She stroked his shaft with her tongue as if enjoying an all-day-sucker, and then,
every second or third stroke, she sucked his cockhead into her mouth. Shiny drops of dew emerged from the tiny eye, and she lapped each one as soon as it appeared. Her left hand fisted him while her right cupped his balls. She used her right thumb to stroke the heated sac, and when he trembled, when a fine perspiration broke out on his body, she mentally cheered her success.

  She drew his cock in deep and began to move her head up and down on the hot, hard flesh. Her fist helped her control how deep she took him as she pumped his shaft and sucked his cock. Focused on him, she couldn’t help but notice how this act of giving made her pussy wet and her nipples hard, almost as hard as when he’d had his mouth on her wet folds. Pamela’s arousal grew with every movement, and the sound of his enjoyment, of his arousal, sent shivers through her body.

  Nothing existed but this moment and these two men. James watched, emitting soft groans and sucked-in breaths, so Pamela knew she pleasured him, too. She felt his heat, his scrutiny, and his growing ardor. She couldn’t put into words why doing this made her feel so feminine and powerful. But it did. At this place and in this time, she felt truly empowered as a woman. She was woman enough to enthrall two very dynamic men. Pamela gave a tiny hum around the turgid flesh in her mouth. She lavished laps and drew out kisses as her mouth and tongue pampered Adam.

  “I’m so close, baby.”

  “Mmm.” She knew when Adam had made that sound against her sopping folds it had sent a separate thrill through her. Judging by the way his cock pulsed in her mouth with her own tiny hum, that little trick not only worked both ways, it affected both men.

  Pamela felt the bed jostle and gave another hum of pleasure as James got behind her, as he kneeled there and stroked her. His touch was infinitely gentle but absolutely arousing. He slid his hand down over the curve of her bottom then caressed between her legs.

  “You’re so wet,” James said. “Do you have any idea what a turn-on it is for us to know you enjoy sucking our cocks so much you get wet?”

  She had no answer for him but knew what he was going to do as he tented her. The brush of his hot cock on her pussy lips was all the invitation she needed. She thrust her hips back and sighed around Adam’s cock as his brother’s slid deep into her pussy.

  Thought ceased. She sucked, she lapped, and she bounced her hips against the man who fucked her. One lover in her mouth, one in her cunt, and Pamela knew she wouldn’t last. She sucked hard and long and squeezed her inner muscles. Both men swore. Clearly moved to his limits, Adam removed his hands from beneath his head and used them to cup hers. James’s fingers gripped her hips. Both men thrust into her body—Adam gently and James with considerably more force.

  Then she felt James’s right hand release her hip and slide around to the front of her. He trailed a single finger through her nectar, and she shivered when he rubbed over them both, where they were joined. He’s feeling his cock moving in me. I want to do that, too. I want to use my fingers to feel them fuck me. It was a hot, naughty thought.

  Then he withdrew his finger and rubbed it over her anus. She shivered and moaned, and then he pushed that single finger into her ass.

  Pamela nearly swore herself as her orgasm erupted. She swallowed Adam’s seed and savored the sensation of James’s seed pulsing into her pussy, the thrusts of his cock and finger perfectly timed. They all three shivered as wave after wave took them and held them in a deep, loving rapture.

  * * * *

  “Can’t sleep?” Pamela’s soft voice danced across Adam’s chest.

  He’d been running his hand up and down her arm, lost in the marvel of her, of her love, of her willingness to overlook their stupid knee-jerk behavior.

  “I didn’t mean to wake you, sweetheart.”

  “You didn’t, darling. I was just lying here enjoying being snuggled between my men.”

  “If we’re all awake, why don’t I make us all some hot chocolate?” James asked.

  “Good idea, brother. Pammy?”

  “I could sip some hot chocolate, if I didn’t have to get out of bed.”

  Adam felt her smile on his chest. “I think that was the plan,” he said.

  “It was,” James said. “I’ll be back shortly.”

  His brother didn’t even bother with his pants. He just left the bed and headed downstairs.

  He took advantage of the moment he was in, holding his wife, gently stroking her. After a few minutes, she sighed.

  “That must have been some evening over at the uncle’s,” Pamela said.

  Adam smiled. He realized, in that moment, that Pamela never pried. She would say something like that, opening the door, and he understood that now. Giving them a chance to say whatever they wanted to say to her. And if they didn’t accept that small opening, she never batted an eye, and she sure as hell never nagged.

  Our woman has a hell of a lot more patience than either Jamie or I do.

  “It was quite an evening,” Adam said. “You could say we both had our eyes opened.” Then he looked down at her. “About a lot of things.”

  Pamela laughed. “I take it the men told you about the private investigator,” she said.

  “There’s a part of me that feels as if we should look innocent and say, ‘what private investigator?’” James entered the bedroom, tray in hand. He must have overheard Pamela’s question.

  “But we’ve very recently learned our lesson, and now that we’re in a good place with you, we won’t,” Adam said.

  Pamela chuckled. Adam helped her sit up and put an extra pillow behind her back. Then he sat up and held the cup James handed to him for her until she got settled.

  The first sip of the chocolate bathed his throat better than the finest beer, only because he was enjoying it with his brother and their woman—in their bed.

  “That first supper at your mom’s I told her and your grandmother about what had happened to my dad. I couldn’t see keeping such a huge thing from them, and I wanted to let them know your generosity was not why I married you.”

  Adam was struck by a sudden thought. “Of course, you would have told them,” Adam said. “Neither of us has a problem with that. What did the women say in response?”

  She shook her head. “They jumped to the conclusion that you’d bribed me to marry you. Of course, I set them straight right away. I told them I never would have said yes if I didn’t love you.”

  Adam was fascinated by her blush. He couldn’t very well call her on having admitted her love of them to his mother and grandmother before she told them. Hadn’t they done the same thing?

  “That was the exact thing the fathers and grandfathers said to us,” James said. “Maybe Grandmother isn’t the only one to turn to the services of Mr. Watson, lately.”

  “So, both the women and the men were making the same point at the same time? Huh. Maybe they did know a bit more about our situation before we arrived than we realized.” Pamela didn’t sound offended by that epiphany at all.

  “Or very shortly after. Not sure how I feel about the possibility the folks were keeping an eye on us while we were gone.”

  That’s a lie. I do know how I feel, and it’s pissed.

  “Shh.” Pamela placed her hand over his. She laid her head on his shoulder and caressed his hand with hers. “I won’t say you shouldn’t be miffed that they may have been keeping tabs on you. You’re grown men, after all. I will only say that if they overstepped, it was out of an abundance of love, and caution.”

  “Our wife not only knows us well,” James said, “she’s got a good measure on the folks, too.”

  “She does.”

  “I didn’t understand how wealthy your family is—not until I came here to live. Oh, no one said anything, but there’s a certain kind of confidence that the truly well off seem to exude.” She lifted her head from his shoulder, and he was embarrassed to admit that he wished she’d put it right back there.

  “We’re not wealthy,” James said. “We’re filthy, stinking rich.”

  “You sound so disgusted by th
at,” Pamela said.

  “It’s not disgust I feel at the presence of the wealth,” James said.

  “It’s that it has nothing to do with us,” Adam said. “Our being rich is an accident of birth. Now, our degrees, the reputation which we’ve carved out for ourselves in the medical community, and the fact that we somehow convinced you to marry us, those are things of which we’re proud.”

  “Be that as it may, husband, you have to know that, knowing my father had suffered a financial loss and understanding that you gallantly stepped into the breach, of course your parents would want to make sure that I hadn’t taken advantage of you.”

  “I love you, Pamela.” James said that with as much emotion as Adam felt.

  “I love you, too, James.”

  “Good. Sweetheart, it wasn’t the possibility of your having taken advantage of us the family was worried about.”

  “The family knows that, about some things, we can be a bit thick. They were afraid we’d tricked you, and I have to say, that fear wasn’t completely unfounded.”

  “It was unfounded. And I must be thick, too, because I never once conflated your offer of help with my agreement to marry you.” She leaned over and kissed him. He’d have left his lips on hers for the rest of the night, but she eased back and then kissed James. “Now, let me finish about the private investigator. I didn’t know Grandmother was going to do that until she and Maria told me she had.” She puffed out a breath and shook her head. “And then, I thought, once they found those two scoundrels, that their names would be turned over to the authorities. But that isn’t what happened at all.”

  “Uh-oh.” James’s smile belied his exclamation.

  Pamela nodded. “They’re planning to set some kind of a trap for them.” Pamela looked at him, and then at James. “The only thing that eases my worry is that the ladies are all staying here, in Lusty. I won’t have to worry about them confronting two con men.”