“I don’t want to talk about con men or grandmothers with soft spots in their hearts for second chances and romance.”
Adam’s smile transformed his face from hard-edged and stern to tender and sexy in a heartbeat. He slid his arms around her hips and eased her even nearer to him. Behind her, James pressed close. Their warmth and scent enveloped her, and she sighed with pure pleasure. This sense of being between them, of being cocooned, was something she would cherish and give thanks for, for the rest of her life. This right here was her heart, her home, her everything.
“You don’t? Well then, what do you want to talk about?”
“I really don’t want to talk at all.”
“Good. Neither do we.”
Pamela lifted her lips and sighed into Adam’s mouth as his settled on hers. His tongue mastered hers, and she sank into this kiss, this wonderful, beloved possession that she could never, now, live without.
James ran his hands up and down her body, his fingers just gracing the sides of her breasts. He nuzzled the corner of her shoulder by her neck.
“Will you let me have your ass tonight, sweetheart?”
It was something she’d longed for. They’d both been so gentle with her, insisting on preparing her there for them. Adam had been the first to claim her pussy. She was very happy that James would be the first lover, ever, in her ass.
“Oh, yes. You know how much I’ve been wanting that.”
With no words at all, they undressed her and then themselves. Oh, how she loved taking a shower with her men. Warm water and subtle hands caressed and aroused. Soap had never been a turn-on for her before. These two men had awakened her to so many thrilling sensations, so many deep pleasures. She’d never considered herself a passionate woman. With Adam and James Jessop, she had become passion personified.
They moved closer, and she felt a hot, hard, naked cock in front and behind. Pamela shivered and then undulated her hips.
“You’re such a hot little siren, wife.” Adam’s words of praise stoked her fires and stroked her feminine ego. While he cupped her breasts, she lifted her arms and laced her fingers behind James’s neck.
“So sexy and all ours.” James’s words filled her heart.
“And you’re all mine, both of you.”
“Never doubt it,” Adam said.
“Only you, Pamela Jessop. Only you, forever.”
Adam cupped her face and took her mouth while James caressed her back and hips. When his fingers sought her rosette, she shivered in delight. The sensation of the lubricant being massaged there made her so horny. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy became moist. She was a creature trained by their touch and their words to submit her body to them for their mutual pleasure, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
His mouth still on hers, Adam stroked her, breasts to cunt. His fingers sought out her folds and her clit. Then James pressed two fingers into her anus at the same time Adam pinched her clit, and she screamed out her climax. Sharp and sweet but far too short, that burst of bliss did little to slake her desire.
Adam chuckled and then lifted her into his arms. Usually, they’d simply carry her to the hot tub, but this time, they took a few moments to dry her and themselves. When Adam carried her to their bed, James was already there. He’d pulled the sheet and blanket down and placed a large towel in the center of the bed.
“On your tummy, baby.”
Their strong hands massaged her back, shoulders, and bottom. She couldn’t identify the scent, but the light oil they used both soothed and aroused. Their caress on her legs found her squirming. She didn’t mind the sound of their deep chuckles. She knew they both cherished her surrender to them and the way she not only put herself in their hands but the way she responded to them, too.
Pamela sure as hell enjoyed doing so because, in return, they always gave her such unbelievably sweet and erotic pleasure.
“Over.” Almost too languid to obey, Pamela rolled from laying on her front to her back and gasped with pleasure as Adam came down on top of her and slid his cock deep into her pussy with one solid thrust.
She fused her lips with his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He slid his hands beneath her, shoulders and bottom, in a move she recognized. When he rolled, reversing their positions, she was ready. Leaving his lips, she put her hands on his chest, levering herself up, and began to ride.
“You look like a goddess, wife. Our goddess.”
“I am your goddess. Only yours.”
She moved on him, rising and dropping, her rhythm becoming less smooth the more aroused she became. Fingers tugged in her hair, and Pamela turned her face toward James. On his knees beside them, he was a part of them, watching, yes, but also preparing himself. He kissed her, and she drank down his flavor, different from his brother’s but just as necessary, just as delicious. His tongue stroked hers, his lips caressed hers, and she gave him back all she was.
James lifted his mouth from hers. “I love watching you fuck my brother.”
Another shiver wracked her. “And I love fucking him.”
Down and dirty was her favorite mood for this intimacy. James lifted her hands from Adam’s chest and set them on either side of his head. Understanding what he wanted, she laid her head on Adam’s chest, keeping her ass in the air.
Adam’s fingers found their way between their bodies, and when he teased her clit, she came. Another soft, rolling, wonderful climax, but again, not enough. No, not nearly enough for the hunger that was clawing within her.
Adam’s hands held her hips, and he thrust up in a fast and furious pace as he chased his own completion. His body stiffened, his fingers flexed on her flesh, and a low, solid groan told her he found it. Warmth bathed her womb, and she knew a moment of longing that she could get pregnant, right here and now.
He lifted her, just enough to allow his semi-hard cock to slip out of her. Then he laid her on him as James came in behind her and lifted her hips to where he wanted them. His fingers caressed her anus, spreading more lube, and the excitement that rushed through her made her gasp. She was so horny, so needy, she pushed against his fingers. As his two digits entered her, she mewed, needing more, soaking up the burning intrusion, enjoying the small lick of pain that curled within her.
James eased his fingers out of her and moved in closer. She felt the condom-covered head of his cock press against her rosette. He leaned over her and kissed her shoulder.
“Don’t push, woman. Take what I give you.”
Oh God, whenever either of them uses that commanding tone of voice on me, I just melt. Despite really needing to press against James’s cock, despite needing nothing more than to fuck him right back, she stilled. Every nerve ending in her body was vibrating with anticipation, but she held still and let James control the moment. Burning morphed to a sharp, hot pain as the head of his cock breached her sphincter. Much larger than she’d expected, and a lot hotter than his fingers, his cock eased into her. Finally, her body admitted him, and he slid all the way in.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?” James’s voice sounded as if he’d asked that through gritted teeth.
“I…I…fuck me. Please. I need…oh, I need…”
She didn’t have to ask him twice, which was good because she couldn’t have. The words wouldn’t come. As James began to slide his cock in and out of her ass, her arousal began to soar, high, oh so high, and she couldn’t stop it, she couldn’t command it. Electric-like shocks shot through her, and she couldn’t control anything at all. Over and over he thrust until ecstasy exploded inside her, full, hot, with more power than a thousand suns. Wave after life-altering wave cascaded through her, pleasure on top of rapture coating bliss. She couldn’t stop her hips from moving then, couldn’t help the feral sounds that erupted from her. When James stilled, when he shouted, she felt the condom inside her heat and knew he’d joined her over the edge of the cliff. The sweet touch of Adam’s hands in her hair, stroking, loving, completed this transformation. It was wild and hot
and the most intimate experience of her life.
This climax, this rapture, left her sated and exhausted and more satisfied than she’d believed she could ever be. She felt limp and weak, yet more powerful as a woman than ever before.
For a moment, James collapsed against her. The scent of him, of them, all of them filled her nostrils and entered her blood. Then he moved, slowly, gently. He kissed her shoulder and withdrew his cock from her. She sighed, missing his warmth already. He went into the bathroom but returned moments later.
He gently cleaned her with a warm, wet cloth. “I’ll be right back, angel.”
She heard his feet pad back into the bathroom once more. The shower came on, but she had no sense of time because it seemed only seconds later he returned. He slid into the bed, bringing the covers up. Adam eased her into his brother’s arms. She laid her head on James’s chest and felt Adam spoon her. She had one solid thought before she began to drift, and the thought painted a smile on her lips.
This, right here, is sanctuary. This, right here, is love.
Chapter Nineteen
It felt as if he’d been waiting for this day for all his life. James Jessop looked in the mirror that hung in the room he’d been given at the New House. He straightened his tie and inspected his appearance, not out of vanity but because he wanted to look his very best—be his very best—for Pamela. Everything was for Pamela.
Every moment was for Pamela, for the woman he loved. Pleasing her and caring for her formed the center of his life. He’d known, from the first moment he’d seen her, that she was special. He would never have imagined he’d fall in love in the cafeteria at Johns Hopkins. But he had, and he’d never forget the moment he turned from the cashier, and seen her. It had taken no effort and little time for him to fall in love with her. He’d recognized his soul mate when his gaze locked on hers that first time.
Reaching into his inside jacket pocket, he took out the gold ring he’d placed there only minutes before. The narrow gold band, inscribed with the words My Angel, glistened in the light. It was identical to the ring she already wore, the ring Adam had given her. When he slipped this one onto her finger, they would be husband and wife in the eyes of his family.
She was already his wife in his heart.
The aroma of roast turkey and pumpkin pie spiced the air, the familiar scents of the traditional Lusty Thanksgiving feast. He couldn’t hold back his smile. This was one Thanksgiving in Lusty, Texas, he would forever keep close to his heart.
Pamela had held fast to her resolve that their commitment ceremony would take place on this day and not a day before. Considering the colossal blunders that he and Adam had made at the very beginning of their relationship with her, he couldn’t really say he blamed her at all.
Of course, their grandmother and their mother had counseled their woman to choose this day, and he couldn’t say he minded that, either. He and Adam loved Pamela with all their hearts. They’d prayed she would come to embrace their home as her own and love them, too. Not only had she done that, but she loved their family as much as they did—and the family loved her right back.
He shook his head when he recalled the warning his fathers and grandfathers had delivered that very first night they’d brought their woman to Lusty. After confessing their sins, they’d been warned that if they screwed this marriage up, the family would keep Pamela, inferring, of course, that they would be free to go elsewhere.
The door opened, and Adam entered. “Dad just called. Our special guests have arrived. They’ll be coming over with the folks shortly.”
“That’s a relief. I was worried the flight might have been delayed.”
“Me, too.” Adam’s grin told James more than just how grateful he was this day had finally arrived. Adam looked freer, more relaxed and happier than James had ever seen him.
With Pamela as their wife, loving her and being the recipients of her love, they’d become better men. James understood now how their parents had, thinking back again to that first night home, in their own fashion, helped them along the way.
“It wasn’t that we were deliberately being obtuse,” Adam said. His comment proved that he was traveling down the same mental paths as was James.
“No, we were never that. You have to admit, brother, we just didn’t get it.”
“Thank God the family opened our eyes in time,” Adam said. “I think the grandparents—all of the grandparents—were nearly ready to disown us.”
“I’ll give you one more reason to be thankful. Our phone call to Reg. How did you know it would work out, that he’d tell us he was more than okay with both of us being Pamela’s husbands?”
“I had a hunch. It was something he said to me as we stood talking, the night of our wedding, in the midst of that small party. I didn’t twig on at the time, or I would have told you. But as time passed, I began to think about what he’d said, and took that chance. If I know our woman, she’ll tell us later tonight, when we’re alone.”
Adam didn’t offer any more explanation than that. They were as ready as they were going to be. It was just a matter of waiting to be summoned.
They sat quietly, two brothers together and soon to be, in the eyes of their family, two husbands together. They’d always been close, but since Pamela had come into their lives, their bond had only strengthened.
The door opened, and Caleb stuck his head in.
“I’ve been sent to fetch the two of you. All of the guests have arrived, and we’re about ready to get started.”
“Good. The sooner I put my ring on my wife’s finger and proclaim my vows, the better.”
James placed the tiny ring on the end of his pinky and clutched it tight. Then he and Adam followed their cousin down the stairs to the great room, which was as crowded as he’d ever seen it. He smiled, and with his brother, nodded to everyone. But the gathered crowd didn’t hold his attention. He felt his own nerves and even accepted that he trembled. That didn’t hold his attention, either.
He took his place to the left of his brother and, with him, put all his attention on the stairs. From somewhere soft music played, an instrumental. He recognized one of the Beatles’ best from the sixties, “In My Life.” It didn’t surprise him that his family would have discovered that Pamela was a Beatles fan or that they would ensure a version of her favorite song from that rock group would play as she began to descend the stairs.
And then he heard footsteps. He’d guessed that it would be his cousin Joan who would appear first. She and Pamela had become good friends, and while he’d be the first to admit he didn’t completely understand women, he knew one thing for certain. On such a day as this, a woman counted on her friends to help her prepare.
And then, she was there. How can a woman look alluring and innocent at the same time? She wore a wedding dress, an ivory silk that moved with her in a beautiful flowing way. The sight of her gown tugged on a memory. The dress seemed familiar but he didn’t think it was the one she’d worn back in Maryland.
“It’s Mother’s dress,” Adam whispered.
Of course! He’d seen pictures of his parents on their wedding day. He remembered his mother once lamenting that she didn’t have a daughter to wear her gown on her special day.
Pamela’s heart and the love between his woman and his mother meant that, now, she did.
Pamela’s eyes lit on a trio of men standing fairly close to them, and she gasped. All three smiled at her. The oldest among them, her father, looked over at him and Adam then back at his daughter. He nodded and smiled, and his message couldn’t have been clearer. The love and the joy shining from Pamela’s eyes told James the surprise they’d arranged for her had pleased her.
Then their gazes locked, and Pamela’s smile turned soft. A faint tinge of color kissed her cheeks, and she walked, slowly and deliberately, heading straight for them.
* * * *
Pamela gasped. Seeing her father and her brothers standing there nearly made her trip. She should have had a conversation wit
h her dad, telling him about the true nature of her marriage, but had been putting it off. And then her father looked over at Adam and James, clearly standing together and waiting for her. He looked at her again, nodded, and smiled.
It’s going to be all right. She looked at her men and knew. They’d known she’d been missing her dad and her brothers and had likely arranged this—for her. They had shown her at every opportunity that she was their center. They’d even called her their heart.
And they were her heart, too. As she approached them, she took a moment to acknowledge Maria. She had worn her own mother’s dress when she’d been married to Adam and now her mother-in-law’s gown for this special ceremony.
There were days when she missed her own mother keenly. She’d had images, growing up, of having her mother with her as she married and then had her babies. It wasn’t to be, but here in this small Texas town, she’d found family aplenty. And another mother who loved her, and whom she loved in return. Elizabeth Franklin, Pamela knew, would be pleased and grateful.
I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
Pamela stopped a few inches away from her men.
“You look beautiful,” Adam said. He leaned forward and kissed her left cheek.
“Stunning,” James said. He kissed her right cheek.
The grandmothers stepped forward. They were each wearing long gowns that appeared to harken back to a by-gone day. They each had pinned their hair up in fancy chignons. They looked delicate and fragile, but Pamela had come to know the strength of these good women. She’d been told the history of this ceremony, first performed by Sarah Carmichael Benedict and Amanda Jessop-Kendall. Men outnumbered the women in Lusty, but the women formed its beating heart.
To the side, the grandfathers stood together—four men who were definitely in their December years. Four men who’d been family since they were born. Four men who’d loved and supported these two women, and who now stood back proudly as those women shone.
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