Covington, Cara - Love Under Two Lawmen [The Lost Collection] (Siren Menage Everlasting)

by Love Under Two Lawmen (lit)

  In front of her, Adam emerged from his clothing like a Greek god revealing himself to a lusty maiden. His body radiated strength and power. She reached out and placed her open palm on his chest. He felt incredibly hot. The feel of his chest hair under her hand was all silk and heat, and she longed to explore, to touch and taste with equal abandon.

  “Come on.” Adam took her hand in his and kissed it.

  They led her into the water, and while it felt cool, it lacked the iciness she’d expected. The sensation of sand and pebbles underfoot tickled slightly. The current gently lapped against her knees, and then her thighs.

  She sucked in air when the cool liquid climbed to tease her pussy.

  “This is deep enough,” Adam said.

  Both men scooped water onto her, front and back. The fragrance of roses teased her nostrils as first Warren, and then Adam, lathered their hands.

  “Here, darling, hold this.”

  Amanda took the soap from Adam and then moaned when he placed both hands on her breasts. Warren’s hands caressed both shoulders, moving down her back to her waist, and then around to her belly.

  Together they washed her, their palms and fingers stroking, swirling, making her skin tingle and her knees weak. Adam leaned forward, his mouth opening over hers. His warm, moist lips caressed and sucked, and when his tongue stroked her bottom lip, she opened to him. Thoroughly seduced, she still sought to woo in equal measure. She sucked his tongue, stroked it with her own. She tasted him as thoroughly as she knew he tasted her.

  She braced one hand on his neck, and when he lifted his lips from hers, she turned her head, arched back and sought Warren’s kiss.

  Their flavors differed, yet complimented so that she couldn’t imagine one without the other. Warren kissed her with the leashed passion she felt vibrating in him, his restraint, she knew, for her.

  Knowledge she had possessed for years, but experience only now blossomed. Adam cupped water over her breasts, rinsing the soap from her skin. And then he bent over her and began to suckle her breast.

  “Oh, God.” No imagining came close to the reality of this. The heat, the excitement that coursed through her quickened her breath and sped her heart. Despite standing in cool water, she felt a liquid heat begin to gather between her legs as her pussy prepared to receive their cocks. She shivered and then her hips rolled forward, an instinctive motion she wouldn’t have stopped if she could.

  “Here, sweetheart.” Adam’s words whispered against the mouth-moistened flesh of her nipple. He smoothed a hand down her belly, his fingers combing through the hair at the apex of her thighs, traveling until they petted her nether lips. Back and forth, he caressed until she moaned and rolled her hips again.

  Warren took the soap from her, tossed it to the bank. Then he bracketed her waist, holding her secure at the same instant Adam speared his finger into her.

  “Oh!” Amanda cried out as ecstasy washed over her, as shiver after shiver coursed through her body, outward from her womb to her fingers and toes. As the strength left her knees, Warren supported her. Moisture gushed inside her, running down to coat the fingers that continued to move in and out in a steady, provocative rhythm.

  Adam flicked his thumb just above where his fingers entered her, and her release resurged, the intensity wringing a keening mew from her throat.

  “Mmm, yes. Just like that. Let it take you.” His words made no sense because her mind shut off, the wonderful sensations soaring through her becoming all and everything. As the excitement tapered, Adam scooped her into his arms.

  They stood her on the bank and rubbed the drying cloth over her, their actions fast and jerky. Then she left the ground again as Adam carried her. The light of the fire bathed her as he laid her on the pallet and came down beside her on her right. Warren stretched out on her left side, his hand stroking up and down her body, his fingers brushing through her lower curls. He cupped her, and she felt her own heat in his hand.

  “Are you ready for us, Amanda?” Warren penetrated her with his finger, just a light touch, and then his hand moved to her leg, pulling it gently toward him, opening her.

  She knew there would be more, the breeching of her maidenhead, but she didn’t care, she wanted more. Was she ready? She’d experienced a wonderful release with these men, and she wanted to go there again. “Yes, oh, yes. Please.”

  “Hmm, let’s see if we can get you even more ready for us.” Adam’s words caressed her face, and she turned to him. His lips covered hers, wooing and tasting even as his tongue claimed her, took her. She let him have what he would, taking his flavor into herself, drinking him. He eased his lips from hers and began to kiss and lick her neck. She turned her head and sought Warren’s mouth, needing his kiss, the exotic flavor feeding the fire that burned within her.

  Hands stroked her breasts, caressed her belly, and petted her pussy. With touches light and fleeting, deep and lingering, they explored her until she lifted her hips and cried out to be filled.

  “Adam’s going to have you first. I love him, and I want him to be your first.” Warren whispered against her ear.

  Amanda’s vision was filled as Adam rose above her, his legs spreading hers even wider. She felt a hand on her and knew Warren caressed her cunny. She turned to look at him, and the love she saw in his eyes as he gazed at Adam’s face filled her heart with warmth.

  Then his gaze met hers as he brought Adam’s cock to her, as he nestled it between the lips of her pussy. When he returned his gaze to Adam, so did she.

  “Ours. From this moment on, you’re ours.” Adam’s oath lingered in the air between them as he flexed his hips and pushed his cock all the way into her.

  Chapter 9

  Ben Bodine took a moment to study the stranger who’d butted in to their private conversation. He’d spent a life time living on the edge, doing what he pleased, and he’d had to learn to size a man up fast.

  More than once that skill had saved his ass.

  He didn’t much care for the look of the dandy who’d just invited himself to sit at his table, but five hundred dollars was more money than Bodine had seen in a long time. Besides, one thing he’d learned in life was where there was five hundred, there’d be more.

  “Your missus ran away from you? Maybe you’re not man enough to keep her.” Bodine tossed that out and waited to see how the stranger reacted to that.

  “My daddy always said the best way to deal with a woman was a stiff cock and a stiffer belt,” Ira said.

  Bodine snickered at that. “So he did, Ira. So he did.”

  “I heard you say you wanted to call out that Texas Ranger, but I guess you were just spewing a line of bullshit for your friends here.”

  Bodine sat forward, slowly. “You’re either the bravest man I’ve ever met or the stupidest.”

  “Maybe I’m just desperate to get back my property. Two hundred fifty right here and now. The rest when we’ve caught up to them. You can do what you want with the lawman and anyone else in the party. I just want my wife.”

  “She might be used goods by the time we catch them.” Bodine knew he was yanking the man’s chain.

  “Let me rephrase that, then. I want the book she took from me. Her, I don’t care about. Hell, you can even use her yourself. When we catch her.”

  “Well, I do want to get my hands on Kendall.” Bodine made a decision. He didn’t have any irons in the fire at the moment. Plus, he’d already decided to go after the bastard. This way, he got to do what he wanted and got paid for it. “Two fifty now, two fifty when we catch them. And you pay for our supplies.”

  “Our supplies?”

  “This here is Ira, and the skinny one is Porter. I’m Bodine. They call me Big Ben Bodine, because I am. We’re a team. Look at it this way. You get three men for the price of one.”

  The stranger nodded. “Colin Baker.” He held out his hand and Bodine shook it.

  Damn Easterner.

  “We’ll head out tomorrow,” Bodine said. “We’ve got horses, so I reck
on you’ll have to get one for yourself. The livery will have what you need. Then some chow, coffee. You staying at the George Hotel, over by the train station?”

  “I am.” Baker sat straighter, his eyes darting around the room. Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out his billfold. He counted the bills out, handling the wallet in such a way Bodine couldn’t see into it.

  Bodine figured the Old Ranch was likely far different to any place Baker had ever been before. The man might be irritating as shit, but he seemed to have his wits about him. Bodine pocketed the money.

  “Porter will come fetch you first thing. He knows what you’ll need to buy to supply us for a few days. Since we don’t know for sure where Kendall was headed, we don’t know how long we’ll have to be out on the trail. Just get what Porter tells you.”

  Baker got to his feet. “All right. The food at that hotel any good?”

  “Yeah, not bad. Mary’s Place across the street has the best breakfast. You best eat well tonight and in the morning.”

  “I will.” Baker nodded, then left the saloon. Bodine poured himself another drink from the bottle of whiskey Porter had set on the table.

  “Well, looks like we’ve scored us a wad of cash.” He looked at Ira, then Porter, and then snickered.

  “We were gonna go after Kendall anyway,” Ira agreed. “Now we get paid for it. Good thinking, Bodine.”

  “I don’t like him.” Porter grabbed the bottle and refilled his glass.

  “Don’t gotta like the man to take his money,” Bodine said. Then he lowered his voice. “Don’t worry. If he irritates us too badly, well then, he’ll just have himself an accident. Dandy like that, full of himself, wanders off on his own in the middle of Texas. Who would figure he wouldn’t get dead?”

  “Now that’s why you’re the boss,” Ira said. “Because you’re always thinking.”

  * * * *

  Amanda didn’t shy away from the sharp spasm of pain. Instead, she’d anticipated it, embraced it.

  This moment is when everything changes.

  She couldn’t stop the tiny cry that escaped her throat any more than she could prevent the few tears leaking from her eyes.

  The apology on Adam’s face touched her heart. The strain on his face as he held himself still inside her brought a smile to her lips.

  “I’m sorry.”

  She’d expected the words. She already knew him well enough to understand he had to say them. “I’m not.” She had chosen this, and she would have no regrets.

  “Amanda.” The soft whisper of her name brushed her lips a heartbeat before his mouth took hers. Gently wooing, he kissed her deeply, slowly, seeming content with this mating of mouths, this dance of tongues. Amanda reached up and twined her arms around his neck. He more than kissed her, he cherished her. She, who had never particularly believed in romance, felt thoroughly romanced. Inside her, the girth of her lover felt huge. The sensation of being filled, stretched, brought a new kind of pleasure. She felt all of him in her, and when his cock convulsed, one slow ripple of movement, she tilted her hips just a little to feel him better.

  Beside her, Warren edged closer. He nuzzled her ear, stroked a hand down Adam’s back, inhaled deeply and sighed.

  “I can smell you both,” he whispered. He placed a kiss on her neck, then ran his hand down the side of her body. “The musk of your joining is a heady scent. I’ve never felt this aroused before.”

  Adam’s kiss tapered to soft, teasing flutters. He thrust his hips forward, once, then raised his left eyebrow.

  Amanda wanted to laugh. That imperious gesture was so like him. She knew in that moment—hell, she’d probably known since her first sight of him—that he would be a dominating man.

  There were worse fates in life than being dominated by a man with the capacity for caring Adam had already displayed. But he waited for her to let him know the pain had ebbed.

  She said, simply, “More.”

  He pulled back and thrust into her again, and then again. The friction of his cock caressing her cunny sent new, delicious shivers down her spine. She felt one spot in particular tingle as his cock stroked inside her.

  “That feels so good!” Needing more, knowing somehow there had to be more, she wrapped her legs around him and pressed herself closer.

  “Oh, God.” Adam closed his eyes, his body rigid, the tendons on his neck corded, as if he strained at the very limit of his control. It occurred to her then she needed to make him lose that control. Giving in to an urge she didn’t understand, she tightened her inner muscles at the same time she pressed her body up and closer to his.

  “Christ!” Adam began to move, a fast, deep plundering of her body that excited her beyond anything she’d even imagined. His cock moved in and out of her so fast, so deep, she could do nothing but receive him, receive him and relish the motion, the glide and the slide and the reaching, reaching.

  “Adam!” Her release overwhelmed her, sucking every bit of thought from her brain, so that only the rapture, wave after wave of glorious rapture, filled her completely. She held tight to the man thrusting in her, held him even as he cursed again and then stiffened. Deep inside, in that special place his cock claimed, she felt a flood of hot liquid as he gave her his seed.

  His chest rested on her, and sweat, both his and hers, pooled. She heard her own breathing, shallow and raspy, echo against his. Her heart raced, and she felt his pounding against her, too.

  Adam had collapsed on top of her. She bore his full weight and here was yet another kind of pleasure, one that touched not so much her body as her heart.

  Amanda didn’t fool herself. This was no wedding night. She’d never counted on having one of those. She had hoped to one day know what it felt like to cradle the body of a man between her thighs. That moment had arrived and she was going to thoroughly enjoy every minute. She would indulge herself and these men to the best of her ability, and she would save every experience in her memory. One day, when she’d returned to Richmond, she’d be able to take those memories out and embrace each one.

  “Did I hurt you, sweetheart?” Adam kissed those words against her ear, then took his weight off her just a little, raising his chest up so he could look in her eyes.

  “No. I knew the first moment would sting, but after that it was just wonderful. You felt wonderful.” Amanda smiled because he flexed inside her. If she wasn’t mistaken, his cock was returning to life. “Perhaps I should say feel wonderful.”

  “Damn, you’re special.” He eased himself away from her and then looked at Warren.

  Because he did, Amanda turned her head to the left. Warren was lying on his side, tucked in close and facing her. The glitter in his eyes and the way he looked at her made her breath catch.

  “Are you too sore for me?”

  “Never.”

  Warren smiled and then leaned over and gave her a too-short kiss. “My sweet Amanda, I think you would say that even if your pussy felt like it was on fire.”

  Lying here naked between two men who were also naked filled her with a sense of confidence she’d rarely felt. Though she knew she thought boldly, she rarely spoke boldly. She did so now. “I want you.”

  “Oh, you’re going to have me. Because I very much want you, too.”

  “Kiss me, please, Warren.”

  As if he was waiting only for her to ask, he leaned over, cupped her face with his hand, and laid his lips on hers. His tongue swept her bottom lip, and when she opened to him, his tongue surged into her mouth, caressing, commanding. Languid and lush, his kiss soothed and aroused at the same time. His flavor differed from Adam’s, but tasted no less delicious. His lips brushed and his tongue danced with hers over and over, slow and sweet, wet and wonderful.

  Just when she thought he would come over her, he scooped her up and rolled onto his back, bringing her with him so that she lay upon him. She parted her legs, and his hard cock nestled between her wet feminine folds.

  “This way you can set the pace,” he whispered. “Take
my cock into that wonderful little cunny, sweetheart. Fuck me.”

  Amanda’s eyes widened because his words and what he asked her to do inflamed her. She wasn’t certain how to maneuver at first, but then she just did what felt good. When his hot shaft slipped inside her, she let out a groan of pure pleasure.

  Longer where Adam had been thick, she took as much of Warren’s cock as she could. He hit something inside of her, something that gave a twinge of protest. And then her arousal surged, and whatever had blocked him opened and allowed just that last little bit of him in.

  “Oh, yes. I knew you’d be hot and tight around me.”

  “She has an amazing pussy,” Adam said.

  He scooted close to them, on Warren’s right. He stretched up and kissed her, a sweet, questing kiss. And then he turned his head and kissed Warren.

  It thrilled Amanda, this display of love between these two men. She could only imagine how witnessing and participating in other intimacies would affect her.

  “Here, sweetheart.” Adam helped her to straighten her body so that she knelt, straddling Warren. A gasp escaped her when that change sat him even deeper inside her. It hurt, yet on the heels of the pain came a wave of arousal that was almost as fierce as her release had been.

  “Now we can play with your breasts—your very pretty breasts.”

  Suiting actions to words, both men caressed and petted, pinched and pulled. Adam got on his knees beside her and showed her how to ride Warren, slow and gentle movements that thrilled her.

  “Like I’m riding a horse,” she whispered.

  “Thanks, darling, but my cock’s not quite that big.”

  Amanda laughed, partly due to Warren’s wit, but mostly because of the joy that filled her heart.

  Adam turned her face to him, his kiss instantly carnal. When he weaned his lips from hers, he bent to her nipple, sucking it into his mouth, strong and deep. Low in her belly, Amanda felt a tug, and that tug made her arousal climb even higher.