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

by Cara Covington

  “Good,” Brian said. “Grab a Coke and come join us.”

  “I will, thanks. Think I’ll be setting out some plates and things, first, though.”

  “Appreciate it,” Chase said.

  Brian knew Chloe had no idea why Julián would say such a thing, but he and his brother and their cousins understood perfectly. By the way Carrie tilted her head, he guessed she’d figured it out, too.

  After all, she belonged to them, and Lusty, now, too.

  Chase got up and went to the front door just as the sound of car doors closing and voices reached them.

  His mother and his Aunt Pam Jessop were the first to make it inside the house. Brian got to his feet, as did his cousins. He watched Chloe and Carrie from the corner of his eye even as he went over to his mother and kissed her cheek. Then he reached for the casserole dish she’d brought with her.

  “That’s all right, dear,” his mother said. “I’m just going to go put this in the oven so it will keep warm.”

  “I can take it, Abigail.” Carrie came over and also kissed his mother’s cheek.

  “No, dear. You’ve had quite a harrowing day. You need to relax and just let the family take care of you.”

  “I wasn’t the one in that apartment.” Carrie lowered her voice and sent a look over at her sister, clearly not wanting to say anything that would upset Chloe.

  “Perhaps your body wasn’t, but your heart was right there, sweetheart,” Abigail Benedict said. “Go and sit with your sister. I think she’s about to be overwhelmed.” Then his mother looked at him. “And you and your brother go take care of your woman.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Brian grinned because Chase and Carrie had said the same words at the same time as he did.

  This is what I love about Lusty. Brian stood behind Carrie as she sat with Chloe while his family members—aunts, uncles, and cousins—dropped in to see how Chloe was doing. Many brought gift bags containing clothing or other items the woman would need for the next little while.

  Carrie’s apartment had become a crime scene. Chloe hadn’t yet realized that she wouldn’t be able to get any of her things out of there, at least not for a few days. He also knew the place would have to be thoroughly cleaned and reckoned Jake would have to hire in a special company, likely from Waco, to take care of it.

  At one point Chloe shook her head and whispered, “But these people don’t even know me!”

  Andrew patted her shoulder. “They know Carrie, and the cowboys there, and us. They know Adam, and they know you matter to us all. That’s enough.”

  Of course, his Aunt Bernice, Aunt Samantha, and Grandma Kate arrived as well. Brian didn’t think those three ever missed an occasion to visit and pamper, especially if there was another woman involved. He blamed it on genetics, and maybe a little had to do with their unique heritage. The birth of boy children in Lusty had always been more common than the birth of girl children.

  It wasn’t just the menfolk who cherished the females in town, and that was a fact.

  Brian bit back his smile at the way all of the women fussed over the Rhodes sisters. His Carrie seemed to be relaxing into the pampering. Chloe looked a little unnerved by it. He supposed that was only fair, since she hadn’t had the opportunity to meet most of them first.

  Damn, he was proud of his family.

  Aunt Samantha sat down on the other side of Chloe—after having given Andrew a good stare so that he would offer her his chair—and took Chloe’s hand in hers. “I’m a mother whose sons have never ‘played it safe.’ Adam has always been the steadiest. Still, a part of me dreaded that the day would come when he would misjudge a situation. Today was that day.” She paused and Brian was astounded to see tears in her eyes.

  Samantha Kendall never cried!

  Chloe appeared as flustered by her tears as Brian was. “Mrs. Kendall, I—”

  “You call me Samantha, dear.” She sent a sideways glance toward Andrew and Grant. Brian grinned. He guessed he wouldn’t have to say a word to Kate. The way those two Jessops were hovering spoke volumes to those who understood the language.

  “I know you feel as if you did something terrible today. I’m not going to tell you not to feel that way. It’s not easy to take a human life, nor should it ever be. But while it was terrible, it was also the right thing to do. You saved my son’s life today, and I’ll never forget that.”

  Chase had been paying attention better than he had, for he brought another chair in from the dining room for Kate to sit on.

  The woman generally considered by all to be the head of the combined families ranged herself beside Carrie.

  She placed a hand on his woman’s arm, but spoke to Chloe. “When you’ve recovered, we’ll find you a nice place to stay in town. We always have room for more family.” Kate nodded. “You know, I was thinking, the one thing this town has been missing is a good day spa. Maybe once you’re settled, you’ll have some ideas on the subject?”

  Chloe looked from Kate, to Samantha, and then to her own sister. Brian didn’t think that he imagined the way she seemed to relax. “I think I’d like that. I think I’d like that a lot.”

  Carrie’s eyes were suspiciously moist. He figured his woman would need a really good snuggle. He met Chase’s gaze and knew his brother felt the same way.

  Now all they had to do was figure out how to graciously and with love show their family the door.

  * * * *

  Carrie stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. “I guess I don’t have to worry about her, the way those two are hovering.” She grinned, because she found the devotion of Andrew and Grant Jessop to her sister to be so surprising and so…well, cute.

  “Sugar, go ahead and worry. It’s your right. But know they will take care of her. Is she asleep?”

  “Yeah. The entire time I helped get her ready for bed she kept saying as it was only nine, too early to sleep. And then she was out a minute after her head hit the pillow.”

  “I bet those two Jessops are taking turns sitting with her, too.” Brian made his way around the room lighting candles.

  “Yeah. It’s kind of sweet.”

  “It’s a whole new thing to razz them about, sugar, that’s what it is.” Chase reached out and with one hand pulled the top sheet and blanket from the bed. “Now get your hot little ass over here. We need you naked and between us.”

  “What a coincidence.” Carrie thought their guests—as sweet and wonderful as they all had been—would never leave. She walked right up to Chase and looped her arms around him. “I need you both inside me. Together. Oh, God, I need that so much!”

  Chase gathered her close and she laid her head on his chest. Anything could have happened today. She knew Brian had been obsessing about what might have happened if she’d somehow walked into that trap Lockwood had set.

  But did they know that she’d been frantic, not only for her sister’s safety, but for Chase’s as well?

  She didn’t know how she and Brian would function without him. In a very real sense he was the head of them.

  “We want that, too. But we need something else, first.” He eased back from her just a few steps and then cupped her face in his hands.

  She felt Brian step in, step close, and the sensation of his hand on her back, stroking up and down, steadied her.

  She always felt the steadiest, the most secure and the safest when she could feel them both at the same time.

  Chase bent close and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. “I love you, Carrie, with everything that’s in me. Will you marry me?”

  “I love you, darlin’. You’re my world. Will you marry me?”

  Carrie didn’t even try to stop the tears that overflowed. This was what she wanted, right here with these men.

  She’d answered a want ad and had no idea that all she could ever want would become hers as a result.

  “Yes! Oh, yes, please. I want to marry you both. I love you both so much. You’re a part of me, and I wouldn’t be whole without the two of
you.”

  Chase reached out and used his thumb to brush away her tear. “You complete us, Carrie. You’re it for us. Now, and forever. Come, lie with us.”

  The candles and the music filled the air with sound and scent. But it was Chase and Brian together that made it everything for her. How could she explain the compulsion that beat with her heart to feel both of their cocks inside her at the same time? She couldn’t. She could only surrender to their kisses and their caresses. She could only rejoice as each shred of clothing fell to the floor until together, flesh on flesh on flesh, they sank to the bed.

  Carrie reached down and captured each of her lovers in her palms. Oh, their cocks were hot and hard and magnificent. She couldn’t completely encompass them because they were so big.

  Just call me lucky.

  “Love that siren smile, darlin’.” Brian tilted her face toward him and kissed her.

  The taste of him filled her and energized her and stirred a longing within her for just one more ingredient. Brian seemed to know her needs, because he tapered his kiss, and eased back. Chase turned her head, tilted her chin, and then covered her mouth with his.

  Arousal drenched her, consumed her, and made her crave the feel of her lovers’ flesh on hers. They pressed against her, surrounding her with their heat and their hunger.

  “I need you both now. Please.”

  “Shh, sugar. We’re yours. You never have to beg.”

  They moved her so she lay in the center of the bed, all the while kissing her skin and caressing her curves. She kept her hands busy, too, because the sensation of their hard muscles covered with masculine flesh beneath her fingers thrilled her. She brushed, petted, and enveloped. She cupped and squeezed, all the while gorging herself on their tastes as, in turn, they kissed her over and over again.

  Brian reached over to the bedside table, slid open the drawer, and then handed her two condoms.

  She grabbed them gratefully, and then rolled from her back so she could kneel on the bed between them. She lavished each erect cock with a couple of good strong strokes, and then slid the latex in place.

  “Come here, darlin’. Straddle me and take my cock into your hot little pussy.”

  He didn’t have to ask her twice. She straddled him, kissing her way up his chest until she could feel the heat of his sheathed cock brush against her clit.

  “I never knew I could love making love this much. But I do, and I need you both inside me now.”

  Both men chuckled but Carrie didn’t really mind that. They would never use her need for them against her. With these wonderful men she felt perfectly safe letting them know just how hot and how horny she was for them.

  Brian clamped his hands on her waist and lifted her above him, as if she weighed nothing at all. Then he lowered her, slowly, waiting for her to reach down and center his cock right where she needed it.

  “Oh, God, that always feels so damn good.” Carrie undulated her hips, so that she rubbed her clit along the hair that nested her lover’s cock. “I love having your cocks inside me.”

  “One of these days, sugar, we’re going to make good on our threat and tie you down so that you can’t get your way so fast.”

  “It’ll be hours of torture for you, darlin’. We’ll bring you to the edge and hold you there.”

  “As long as you eventually let me come. Oh! Oh, yes, Chase, mmm, that gives me shivers and tingles.”

  Chase spread lube in the crack of her ass, back and forth over her rosebud opening. He nipped her shoulder and said, “Define ‘eventually.’”

  Carrie grinned. She couldn’t help it. These two cowboys of hers loved to tease, but she knew they’d deliver.

  She even thought it might be a mega-orgasm if they left her hanging long enough.

  Carrie’s thoughts splintered when Chase leaned over her and pushed his finger against her anus. The burn was only slight as the muscles gave way, allowing him to enter her. He moved his finger in and out, up and down and around, stretching her.

  She could have sworn her clit vibrated with excitement. She clenched. She couldn’t help it. Brian moaned in pleasure and Chase grunted—not in pleasure but in warning.

  She had her hands braced on the bed, on either side of Brian’s head. Her breasts dangled just a little—she wasn’t exactly busty, like her sister—but she definitely swayed a little.

  Brian tweaked and then tugged her nipples.

  It all feels so damn good. Carrie sucked in a breath when Chase inserted a second finger into her ass. The burn grew, feeding her arousal, making her hornier by the second.

  She’d wanted them both inside her at the same time for so long. She whimpered, and didn’t care if they understood how needy she was for them.

  “Lie down on Brian now, sugar. I don’t want to hurt you, so you need to relax those muscles.”

  “You could never hurt me this way. Only if you stop loving me. That would hurt me. That would kill me.”

  “Never.” Chase moved over her. The heat of his body blanketed her as he pressed against her. His cock found her rosette, and when he pushed against it, demanding entry, her body, thank God, didn’t even think to deny him.

  He used a strong and steady force, until he slid into her balls-deep.

  “Oh, oh yeah! It’s…” Carrie couldn’t finish her sentence. There were too many places on her body that sizzled, too many ways where pleasure drenched her, saturating her completely.

  “Oh, God, yeah, sugar. Don’t move. Holy hell, this feels…” Chase’s words evaporated on his moan.

  “Christ, her cunt just got tight. It’s the most incredible thing.”

  “I need…let me.” Carrie couldn’t contain the need in her to move. How did her body know how to do this? Back and up, down and in, her hips began with tiny little motions that felt beyond wonderful. There was the arousal, and the horniness, and the erotic flight toward orgasm. And there was the deep feminine satisfaction of pleasuring her men—pleasuring both men at the same time.

  “God!”

  “Dayum!”

  Both men grabbed her, both men held her, yet they let her lead, let her move, let her take what she needed.

  But she gave to them selflessly, and their curses and gasps and then, finally, the twin echoes of their leashes snapping filled her with the greatest sense of accomplishment she’d ever known.

  They danced together, a waltz more poignant, more loving, than anything the world had ever seen. Her climax came, bubbling over, spilling forth, uncontainable, unstoppable.

  “Carrie!”

  “Darlin’!”

  Her men thrust in her, held themselves deep and still and pulsed their seed into her. The image flashed, a need to have them naked inside her, a need to have them give her their child.

  The moment felt sacred.

  “Easy, sugar.”

  Chase kissed her ear then eased his cock out of her. It felt a little weird when they did that. Just as well she was usually too sated to do much more than make a soft, indistinguishable sound.

  She heard Chase move into the bathroom. The toilet flushed, water ran, and then he returned and took care of her.

  She thought she should probably move off Brian, but she honestly didn’t know if she had the energy to do that or not.

  Carrie hummed in pleasure when Chase came back to the bed and solved the dilemma by lifting her off his brother.

  A few moments later, they were snuggled together, Carrie in the middle, of course, with Brian on her left and Chase on her right.

  “My favorite place,” she said.

  “Our favorite place to have you, darlin’.”

  “Damn right. This is home.”

  Carrie thought about those words, and what they meant to her now. The meaning was far different than it had been just months before.

  Home used to be just the place where her stuff was. Now it was here, with these men, where her heart was.

  “Even though a part of me wasn’t surprised, earlier, the rest of me was blown
away by the way everyone reached out to Chloe. And me.”

  “It’s family. Do you think you can get used to it?” Brian had turned to face her. She felt Chase move as well.

  “You know, I do believe I can.” She met each of her lovers’ tender gazes. “Chloe is going to suffer for a while. She may have worked to make herself proficient with that gun, but I know that was just her way of coping with the sense of helplessness she felt over what had happened to us—to me.”

  “You know that’s what Adam knows, too, right?” Chase bent over and kissed her. “I had the key to your apartment, but I couldn’t have gotten in fast enough to save him.”

  “It’s over.”

  Brian said that and Carrie smiled, knowing he meant it.

  “The town will help Chloe deal. I think those two Jessops will, as well.”

  Carrie shook her head. “We’ll have to wait and see on that one. There is, however, one thing I know for certain.”

  “What’s that, sugar?”

  “As much as I love being between the two of you, my favorite place is making love under two cowboys. Reckon I’ll spend the rest of my life doing just that.”

  “Now that, sugar, is one hell of a good idea.”

  “Amen to that, brother. Amen to that.”

  Chapter 23

  Julián Alvarez realized he and Peter had been sent to the sheriff’s office not so much to deliver that man’s lunch to him, but to see how he was doing.

  More than a week had passed since Chloe Rhodes had been taken hostage by George Lockwood. It was Saturday, and Julián was spending his day off with his brother.

  At the moment, he was enjoying the way Adam Kendall seemed to be getting ready to razz Peter, by telling him about an incident that had happened several months before, just after Peter had come to Lusty.

  “So I finally get myself and my impromptu posse into position, and what happens?” Adam Kendall was talking to Julián, but he shot a disgusted look toward Peter. “All hell breaks loose, that’s what happens. Super Fed here didn’t check his watch very carefully, which made our synchronizing our watches beforehand a waste of time.”