Covington, Cara - Love Under Two Cowboys [The Lusty, Texas Collection] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Covington

  She thought part of the reason Chloe said she didn’t want to intrude was the fact that she and the cowboys were so obviously happy. Chloe still felt guilty for having broken Beck’s heart. She’d said tonight that the last thing Carrie needed was her depressed older sister tagging along and being a complete wet blanket.

  Chloe wasn’t as tough as she sometimes pretended to be. Her older sister was hurting and Carrie wished she could do something to make her feel better.

  “Everything’s going to be okay, darlin’.” Brian came up behind her and squeezed her shoulders. The nearness of him pulled her out of her musings, right back into delicious reality. “We’ll protect you. Never doubt it.”

  The sound of their bedroom door closing sent a delicious shiver down her back. Then Chase shot the lock. Oh, goodie, naked time.

  Carrie shook her head. She didn’t want these good men to think she was afraid for herself. “I wasn’t worried for myself. I was thinking about Chloe, and about how, without intending to, she ended up hurting someone she cared about.”

  “This is where we confess that we overheard some of what she said to you out on the patio. We didn’t mean to, Carrie. The fact that she’s so broken up about having to turn that fellow down speaks well of her character.” Chase walked away from the door, and came to stand in front of her. “I think she’ll be fine. She just needs a bit of time—and maybe a change of address. Did you ask her to move here, to Lusty?”

  Carrie leaned back against Brian and looked up at Chase. “She told me she’s thinking about it. I guess I should do just that—let Chloe think about it. I should just set it all aside, for now.”

  Chase reached out and gently stroked her face. She hadn’t realized she’d let her gaze drop. She met his again and returned his smile. He bent over and laid his lips on hers. She opened wide to him, sliding her tongue against his, drinking in the flavor of coffee and man. Carrie groaned when he eased back. “The fact that you’re having trouble putting your sister’s sorrow aside speaks well of you, sugar.”

  Brian reached around from behind and gently turned her face toward him. She opened her mouth to him, sucking his tongue inside, stroking it with her own. She loved the taste of each of these sexy men, but her favorite flavor was the combination of them both on her tongue at the same time.

  Brian released her lips and slid both arms around her, hugging her to him. “Never regret your emotions, sweet Carrie, and never hesitate to share anything you want to with us. If it’s important to you, then it’s important to us.” Brian kissed the shell of her ear and ran his tongue along it.

  That always sent a quiver racing through her. She sighed with the soul-comforting pleasure of knowing that these men had learned her in just a few short weeks. She had no doubt whatsoever that they did care for and about her. One more thing she knew as well—their caring ran deep.

  “Maybe,” Brian whispered loudly, “we can help you get your mind off things. Maybe we can distract you.”

  Carrie grinned. “There’s no maybe about that, cowboy. You both always manage to distract me. All I ever have to do is think about you, and my focus is shot all to hell.” Gratitude filled her because they could, and they did.

  They’d been lovers for such a short time. She could admit to herself that she’d been worried at first that the extreme passion she’d experienced with them that first night would fade after they’d made love a few times.

  Instead, she’d been surprised and relieved to discover the exact opposite. Far from fading, the passion they inspired in her and shared with her just got hotter and better, every time.

  “That’s about the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” Chase lifted her chin gently and kissed her lips, a fleeting, almost chaste kiss. “Brian and I couldn’t help but notice you seem to enjoy having your ass played with, sugar. So we thought tonight might be a good time to start getting that sweet little bottom of yours ready to take our cocks.”

  Oh, God. How could they turn her on so much, so fast, with just their words? And if the words they used were sexy and dirty, why, she got positively wet.

  “I do love having you play with my ass.” Certainly no one had been more surprised by that fact than she was. “Just talking about it right now is getting me horny.”

  “Mm, we know.” Brian ran his hands up and down her arms.

  Chase began to pull the hem of her T-shirt out of her shorts. “Did you know, sugar, that when you get wet, like you are right now, we can both smell your arousal? It’s a musky, sultry woman-scent that goes straight to our cocks. And when you do that? When you stick that sweet little pink tongue of yours out and lick your lips just like that, it just makes us even harder and maybe even just a little bit desperate to have you.”

  Carrie rather liked the idea she could drive both of these virile men to the point of desperation—since they could send her there so easily themselves with just their words.

  In fact, at the moment she thought she might be moving beyond desperate. As far as she was concerned, at least right now, talking was vastly overrated. The time had come for action. “So how do you want me?” Both men had shown a real talent for picking different positions and places when it came to loving her. She kind of liked the variety, and she was certainly always ready to try new things.

  “How do we want you? We want you wet, wanton, and waiting,” Brian said. “We want you naked, splayed out before us, ours to touch and tease and taste as we please.” He used his lips on her neck, and Carrie was helpless to do anything but tilt her head to the side and moan in pleasure as he licked her, kissed her, and shot her arousal to incredible heights.

  Brian eased back and took her hands in his and then raised her arms over her head. Chase worked her shirt up her body. Brian released her hands so Chase could get the garment off her completely. He then unfastened the hooks at the back of her bra, and Chase plucked that from her body, too.

  This was her favorite way to get naked—leaning against one lover, facing the other, and letting them simply remove the clothes from her body.

  Topless, Carrie once more leaned against Brian. Chase’s gaze focused on her nipples, which had already beaded to hard little points. He reached out and ran the back of his hand along the underside of her right breast, back and forth, and then repeated the gesture on her left.

  Carrie gasped as her nipples drew up into even tighter points. She could have sworn at that moment that a single nerve ran from her nipples to her clit, because that tiny nubbin of flesh between her legs seemed to tingle in response to Chase’s petting.

  “Maybe, what we really want is for you to be completely submissive to our wills.” Chase’s voice sounded as if it had just dropped an entire octave. She felt it rumble in her stomach. She flexed her inner muscles, an almost instinctive response to the sexual stimulation. Her pussy equated that deep bass sound with cock, and it wanted some right now. Then his words penetrated.

  They wanted her to be completely submissive? Carrie felt her left eyebrow arch. “Like I’m not already?”

  Chase grinned. “Well, now, we were thinking of an entirely new level of ‘submissiveness.’ Robbie, David, and Jillian are members of a private club in Houston. Maybe we’ll see if we can get a guest pass and make a night of it there, the three of us.”

  Carrie was not going to admit that she had heard a little something about that, or that she’d been wondering about what she’d heard herself. Nor was she going to tell them just the thought of going to such a place had the immediate effect of making her even hornier than she had already been.

  These men did not need their egos to become inflated any more than they already were.

  “Mmm, our woman liked that idea,” Brian said. He reached around and opened the snap and zipper on her shorts. “Do you know what kind of a club they belong to, darlin’? It’s called the Lyon’s Den. Has Jillian told you about her collar and her shackles and her…spankings?”

  Carrie was a little too triggered to answer that question using act
ual words. So instead, she shook her head.

  Jillian hadn’t really told her all that much about where it was she and the Drs. Jessop went from time to time. What little the medical receptionist had alluded to had only served to stir Carrie’s curiosity. So she’d done some surfing on the web. Lo and behold, the Lyon’s Den actually had a website. Carrie now had a pretty good idea of exactly what kind of place the club was.

  She’d been blessed with an active imagination, and right now she was imagining plenty. Oh, God, I’m going to get myself into all kinds of delicious trouble, I just know it.

  “That’s for another time,” Chase said. “Now that we know the thought of going there turns you on, you can bet your very fine ass we’ll be visiting the place.” Chase bent over, took her right nipple between his lips, and sucked it into his mouth. He released her almost immediately. Carrie whimpered, and thrust her breasts toward him.

  Chase’s eyes looked full of the devil as he grinned. “Tonight is for playing with that very fine ass of yours.” He set his hands on her hips and then slipped them under not only the waistband of the shorts his brother had just opened, but what she wore beneath them as well. Once he pushed shorts and panties past her hips, the garments fell straight to the floor.

  Carrie found herself in the same situation as she had so often over the last few weeks—totally naked in the presence of these two fully dressed and totally virile cowboys, and horny as hell.

  “How come y’all always keep your clothes on ’til after I’m naked? Every time, I’m not only completely naked, but trying to catch my breath from coming before the two of you even undress.”

  “That’s real simple, sugar. It’s ’cause once we’re naked, we’re on you and in you before you can blink. Or haven’t you noticed that little fact? Hell, the only hope we have of making this last for all of us and giving you your pleasure first is if we keep our pants on ’til the last minute.”

  “Yep.” Brian kissed her shoulder, and then he rested his chin there and looked down the front of her body. “We gotta keep these monsters of ours behind the protective barriers of our denim, until it’s time to unleash them.”

  Carrie tried very hard not to laugh. She turned her head just slightly so she could look at Brian’s face. Of course, since his cheek was so close, she kissed it, and then she licked it. “I’m so glad you have no problems with self-esteem, there, cowboy,” she said.

  “Course I don’t, darlin’,” he said. “I’m Texan.”

  Carrie grinned. Some men could put on a cloak of arrogance—and she readily would admit Texan men did it faster and better than most—and it just grated on her nerves. When the brothers Benedict slung that cloak over their shoulders, it always just fit them better than fine and looked oh, so sexy.

  Oh, Carrie, you are so far gone, you can’t even be seen through a telescope.

  Carrie figured there was no point in pretending otherwise. She reached out with her right hand and stroked down the front of Chase’s denim, her fingers appreciating the enormity of the bulge she felt there, just below his belt. Then she reached behind with her left hand and measured the truth of Brian’s boast.

  No doubt about it, he, like his brother, had a cock of monster proportions. That didn’t mean she had to make things easy for them. “I don’t know. So far, I’m getting a whole lot of lip service with no real action to back it up. Could be y’all just have a couple of cucumbers stuffed down your drawers, tryin’ to impress me.”

  Chase’s mouth twitched, a sure sign he was fighting his laughter. Carrie kept her eyes on him. She’d learned to expect the unexpected with them both. If she kept her gaze on their eyes, she could usually count on at least a couple seconds’ warning before they made their move.

  But it wasn’t Chase who moved. It was Brian.

  Carrie shrieked and then covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the sound when Brian lifted her around the waist and then tossed her onto the bed. She bounced once, and then he fell on her, pinning her in place.

  “I’m thinking you need a spanking for your cheek, woman.” Chase loomed over her, his arms folded across his chest.

  Carrie could barely hold in her laughter. “Well if you do spank me, I hope to hell it is on my cheek. Actually, on both of them, if you don’t mind, to kind of balance things out.”

  “Sassy wench.” Brian flipped her over onto her stomach. His hand landed hard and fast on her right ass cheek, and Carrie squeaked in surprise. He grunted, and landed three more quick smacks, left, right, and then left again.

  Carrie had stopped laughing. Her body tingled, the heat now radiating out from her bottom sending tiny little snaps and sizzles of erotic pleasure and arousal all through her.

  Her clit, that shameless hussy, just shivered and tingled and begged for more.

  “Oh, God.” She couldn’t hold in the groan. She never would have imagined she would get turned on by having her ass smacked.

  “Well it just gets better and better for us, doesn’t it, darlin’?” Brian changed his position slightly so that he lay half on her and half on the bed. His chest covered only a part of her back, leaving the rest of her body, especially her bottom, uncovered and open to his hands. He ran one hand over her ass, smoothing her flesh and spreading the heat from his smacks all over her bottom.

  “Y’all have turned me into a raving nymphomaniac.” She felt itchy and needy and so aware of everything, of every breath of air that brushed over her skin, and every inch of the stare these two men were laying upon her.

  Her clit twitched again, nearly throbbing in need, and she imagined it standing straight and tall as it reached for pleasure. She tried to angle her hips against the bed so she could rub the hungry little nub against the bedcover. It wouldn’t take much, she knew, for her to come.

  “No.” Chase’s stern one-word admonition sounded a couple seconds ahead of his hand landing on her bottom, hard. “You may not make yourself come, sugar. Your climax is for us to give you.” He bent down and kissed her where he’d smacked her. “In fact, don’t come, period, until we give you permission to do so.”

  “Don’t come? But I like coming! I want to come!” Carrie made her bottom lip protrude just a little. Don’t come until they gave her permission? Now that just doesn’t sound fair at all.

  “We’re glad to hear you like coming. Of course, we never would have guessed that on our own, so thank you for advising us.”

  Carrie knew she didn’t imagine the laughter in Chase’s voice. Then he said, “Hang on to her while I go and get what we need for that sexy little ass of hers.”

  “I’ve got her, don’t worry, big brother.”

  Brian didn’t sound amused. He sounded smug. She felt him shift on the bed and lean closer to her. He began to kiss and lick the shell of her ear, something he had to know was guaranteed to make her shiver and quiver and moan.

  “You’re sounding pretty pleased with yourself, cowboy.” Looking over her shoulder, she could just barely manage to see him.

  He moved slightly, so she had no trouble meeting his grinning gaze. “Not nearly as pleased as I’m going to be in a few minutes, darlin’. I’ve wanted to get my hands on that pretty ass of yours for weeks.”

  Chase came back into the bedroom from the bathroom. He held a towel, which he laid down on the bed, close to her head. Within that nest of terrycloth was a pink cone-shaped object, widest at the center before it tapered and then spread out to include a circular, flat base.

  Carrie recognized the object, of course. She had never worn a butt plug before, but she’d seen them—both in person at an “adult” toy store and online.

  The plug they were preparing to insert in her ass appeared to be a hell of a lot smaller than their cocks.

  “That’s pretty tiny, don’t you think?” She couldn’t honestly see how that toy could possibly help to get her ass ready to take their cocks.

  “We bought several plugs, sugar, in graduated sizes.” Chase set a tube of lubricant down beside the toy. “I think you
’ll find that plug will feel plenty big enough, once we get it inside your ass.”

  “And even bigger yet, darlin’,” Brian said, “when we fuck your pussy while it’s still inside your ass.”

  Carrie no longer felt like laughing or teasing. Their words were driving her crazy. “Do it. Hurry up and just do it!”

  “Looks like our Carrie’s getting a bit desperate, doesn’t it?” Brian’s words puffed against her shoulder. He kissed her there and said, “On your knees, woman, facedown on the bed, ass in the air.”

  She felt herself tremble and didn’t care. They did this to her every time, made her quake with need for them. She moved, and then gasped when she felt fingers on her anus, fingers coated with lube. Cool and slick, the gel-like substance amplified the arousal she got from having her anus stroked.

  Pressure against her opening made her moan. They’d done this before, used a finger to touch her, one time even penetrating her back passage a little. Of course, they’d timed it just right, just as she teetered on the verge of orgasm, and that little penetration had shot her off like a Fourth of July rocket.

  This time, the penetration felt more deliberate. Hell, it just felt more, period.

  “Your ass is so tight, sugar.” Chase sounded as if he spoke through gritted teeth. He moved his finger in and out of her, and then began to move it in a circle. Carrie understood he was stretching her. The burn eased and became a subtle layer beneath which her arousal took on a new dimension. She moaned, and flexed her inner muscles.

  “Don’t clench. You need to learn to just lie there and relax, to simply submit.”

  There was that word again. “More.” She needed more, because her hormones began to dance and cheer and she wanted that to continue.

  “Tell me if it hurts.” Chase eased his finger out of her ass. Before she could complain about that, it returned, with more lube and reinforcements, in the form of another finger.