Love Under Two Adventurers [The Lusty, Texas Collection] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Covington

  The sound of a drawer opening and closing was followed by the sensation of a square packet being tucked into her hand.

  “Put this on him while I lift you up, Becca.”

  Rebecca shivered because Greg’s voice had taken on a quality she’d never heard in him before.

  He lifted her, and she was able to open the packet and smooth the condom over Cody’s now very hard cock.

  “Something tells me you’ve been to that club of Robbie’s,” she said.

  Greg nuzzled her ear. “The Lyon’s Den? Nope, never been there. But darlin’, there are BDSM clubs all over the world, and there really isn’t much I haven’t tried.”

  Oh, God. That smacked of a promise and a threat all at the same time.

  “Take his cock inside that hot little cunt of yours.”

  Rebecca reached down and centered Cody’s cock at the opening of her pussy. She slid down onto him, and moaned with the pleasure of being filled.

  “Down.”

  She didn’t get a moment to think because between them, the men moved her so that her head lay on Cody’s chest, and her ass was in the air.

  “Oh!” Her gasp of surprise was met with smug male laughter. Greg’s fingers, covered in lube, worked back and forth over her anus. “That feels incredible.”

  “Glad to hear it. Keep us posted, Becca.”

  Keep them posted? Before she could open her mouth to ask what he meant, he began to press his finger against her anal opening.

  Strange and burning, the intrusion also added to her arousal. Rebecca angled her head so she could see Greg. The expression on his face kicked her heart rate up a notch. Impassioned looked damn good on him.

  Cody’s hands stroked over her back.

  “I still remember the first time I had my anus stretched by a lover,” he whispered. “I remember the burn, and the thrill, and the discovery that there seemed to be thousands of tiny nerve endings surrounding that tiny little hole, just waiting to send pleasure to my cock.”

  “Oh, God.” Greg had breached the opening, and she felt that burn and that stretch and yes, those tiny little nerve endings.

  “How does it feel to have my finger in your ass, honey?”

  “I…mmm. It’s good. Burning…but good.”

  “Cody?”

  “Her nipples have turned rock hard and her cunt is squeezing my cock, drowning me in her juices.”

  “Good. This may not take long at all, then.”

  Greg eased his finger out of her, but before she could protest, he was back. More lube, she thought.

  And then she felt the burning, hotter than before, and the stretching, greater than before, and she realized he’d added a second finger to the first.

  “Okay?”

  Rebecca couldn’t manage a word. The sound that emerged from her throat must have told Greg what he wanted to know, because he began to move his fingers in and out, and, it felt like, swirl them around.

  “Fuck her if you can, lover. Slowly. I’m just barely holding on here.”

  “Squeeze me, Blue Eyes. Let me feel your cunt milk me.”

  Rebecca already felt fuller than full with Cody’s cock in her pussy. Cody grasped her hips and began to thrust in her, a short, fast kind of thrusting that managed to strum her clit. She clenched on him, and on the fingers in her ass, and shivered with the sensory overload.

  She heard Cody’s heart pounding louder and faster and that beat seemed to echo the arousal pulsing through her.

  Greg moved, his body leaning forward. The drawer beside her opened again, and she saw a flash, a silver streak just at the edge of her vision.

  Tear. Glide. Oh, God.

  Greg moved again, angled closer, and eased his fingers out of her. “Take me, Becca. I need to feel your ass around my cock. I need to feel Cody’s cock in your cunt.”

  “Oh! Oh, Greg!” She went from bereft to burning, from burning to pain in a heartbeat. She felt Greg’s hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks. He leaned over her, pressed firmly, and grunted as his cockhead entered her, as it slid in past her sphincter. Then he pushed and she felt his cock slide all the way in until his balls bounced on the bottom of her cunt.

  “Hold on. Just give me a moment. God, yes. Becca.” Greg trembled, and she heard him struggling for breath.

  “Fuck me. Oh, God, I need you both to fuck me. I can’t…it’s too…” She ended on a whimper, unable to get her mind or her mouth to work. She’d never been so full, never felt so on the edge between pleasure and pain before.

  “God, Greg, her cunt is so tight and I feel you fucking her. It’s like you’re fucking us both at the same time.”

  “Yeah, lover, I can feel your cock, too—your cock surrounded by our woman’s cunt. Fucking wonderful.”

  “Move. Do it. Oh, God, please, I need to come.” Rebecca didn’t care if she had to beg. She’d never been so hot, never been so aroused, and at the same time, she’d never felt more helpless to do anything about it.

  “Okay, Becca. We’ll do you. Hang on, baby.”

  They moved in her, tiny in and out, back and forth movements in her pussy and in her ass that made sure she had at least one cock to the hilt in her the entire time. Friction added to the shivery excitement, and Rebecca wondered how she could possibly survive this pleasure.

  “Yeah, like that, fuck, this is beyond hot.” Cody kept one hand on her head, holding her down, and she knew, she knew, he was meeting Greg’s gaze. “Rebecca, you’re so hot, so tight. Squeeze me again, Blue Eyes. Make me come inside you.”

  “So close,” Greg panted. “Let’s just do it. Let’s just grab it.”

  Rebecca tried to flex her inner muscles, but felt so surrounded, so full and on fire, she barely managed a flinch.

  Suddenly inside her it felt as if their cocks really connected, as if they battered the same spot, and she cried out as her rapture exploded out of her.

  “Fuck, yeah!”

  Her orgasm took over the milking, the clenching, and as wave after wave of the purest bliss assailed her, she felt the men’s cocks twitch, heard their shouts and knew that they’d followed her over the cliff.

  Free falling, no net, Rebecca cried as everything inside her screamed in jubilation.

  Chapter 15

  He didn’t care for her properly after, the way he should have that first time. He wouldn’t make that same mistake again, this time.

  Greg came back to the bed from the bathroom, warm, damp cloth in hand. Carefully he cleaned the lube from her, and when she moaned, he gentled his touch.

  “Are you okay there, Becca?” He bent down and kissed her ass and stroked his hand over her.

  I should have been more patient and taken a couple of days to prepare her better first.

  “Dead. Heaven.” The words came muffled against her pillow. He met Cody’s gaze and they both grinned like fools.

  Cody leaned over her and kissed her shoulder. “No, beautiful Blue Eyes, you’re not dead. Couldn’t speak if you were dead.”

  “’Kay.” She sighed

  Greg made quick work of taking the linens back to the bathroom, so he could return to the bed.

  He understood why it was Rebecca had wanted Cody to sleep in the middle, especially this first night when they were in the same bed. She thought to surround their man so that when the night horrors came—and they would come, no matter Cody’s assurances that they wouldn’t—their man would be cocooned in their caring.

  Greg loved Rebecca for that, alone. And he’d been with her one-hundred percent in that strategy. But one look in Cody’s eyes and he knew they were going to be the macho men snuggling in the little woman.

  Tonight, at least.

  So he wouldn’t worry about Cody so much, tonight. Instead, he’d sleep with his Becca beside him and trust her to look after their man.

  She sighed and lifted her head, and tried to see over him to get a look, he figured, at the clock.

  “What time is it?” she asked. She turned over so she was lying on her back, and
yawned.

  “Time for you to go to sleep, baby.” He moved in closer on her right side and grinned when Cody moved in closer on her left. Cody nodded, and Greg reached for Rebecca, and turned her so that he could snuggle her close. She laid her head on his shoulder and Cody moved in to spoon her.

  Cody’s arm came around her, but his hand rested on Greg. Greg put his arm around Rebecca, but his hand rested on Cody.

  Connected. Together. This was what he’d always wanted, and always been afraid he could never have. We’re only beginning.

  “Now who’s thinking too loud?” Rebecca said.

  “Me. This feels so damn right. I’m almost afraid to believe it.” Greg sighed. He was worried about Cody, and worried that Rebecca wouldn’t really be interested in the long haul.

  He was worried, period, and he hated being worried. That was one of the reasons he’d avoided commitment for so long. He’d worried that he would never been able to get beyond the worry to the living.

  That and the fact that he had so much to do, and most of what he wanted and needed to do with his life wasn’t here in Lusty. Hell, a lot of it wasn’t even here in the States. Cody traveled with him, for the most part, and was able to do his thing wherever they went.

  When Cody had gotten that offer from his publisher to accompany that asshole Drummond Pierce to Syria, of course Greg had gone with him.

  Supporting each other in their careers was what people who loved each other did. Greg let that thought echo for a second time in his mind. It was what people who loved each other did.

  Daniel really did a number on me, and I’m only now just realizing how much of a one.

  “Instead of worrying about it, talk to us.” Rebecca’s breath puffed against his chest with her words.

  “It’s not ready to come out yet.”

  “What is it with men and their need to keep secrets? In my experience—from growing up in a family with four brothers and being way outnumbered, period, by so many male cousins—those secrets tend to be tiny little pockets of self-doubting poison.”

  “It’s because we’re just poor, dumb bastards,” Cody said. “Always thinking with the wrong head.”

  “Well, duh.” Rebecca jiggled the bed with her laughter.

  Greg found himself smiling.

  “I was thinking about Daniel and the way we really were, together.”

  “And what conclusions did you draw?” Rebecca ran her hand down his chest.

  And then he felt his two lovers join hands on him.

  “It was all about Daniel. Our relationship. He was a doctor—a surgeon—and yes, he spent a lot of time doing charity work. But as I look back, I don’t think his actions were motivated by any great sense of love of humanity, or need to do good. It was about his ego.”

  When neither of his lovers commented, he went on, expressing in words what he’d barely allowed himself to think in the past.

  But the words were right there, ready to be said so he knew they’d been brewing, and he’d been thinking subconsciously about it all these years.

  “Our fight that Christmas? It was because we were going to be taking the time to fly to England, and visit his family, and I was just to be his ‘assistant,’ some American he met in Jakarta and had befriended. His family didn’t know he was gay—and yeah, who am I to talk when I didn’t ever openly tell anyone here that I liked men just as much as I liked women?”

  “You would never have brought a lover home and asked that lover to live a lie like that,” Cody said.

  “Not in a million years,” Rebecca agreed.

  He felt her pause and then she asked, “Didn’t he want to come here, to meet your family, too?”

  “Hell, no. I started to tell him about Lusty. He thought we were all a bunch of amoral philistines. His exact words.” To this day Greg could hear the dismissive tone in Daniel’s voice.

  “That’s not how love speaks, sweetheart,” Cody said. “It sounds to me as if Daniel had his own issues and hang-ups, and was using you, and your perceived inadequacies, to deflect them, and his own.” Cody inhaled. “Hell, he was using you, period.”

  Greg didn’t imagine the anger in Cody’s voice. But it did surprise him, because his lover was generally a very “live and let live” kind of guy.

  “Judgmental prig,” Cody said. “Had he never heard that saying about people living in glass houses? I hate people who judge others based on who they are, especially when they’re so imperfect themselves. What the fuck? Why can’t people love others for who they are instead of trying to mash them into some image that makes them look and smell good?”

  “Who mashed you?” Rebecca asked.

  Cody nearly pulled his hand back, but she caught him, and Greg laid his on top, so that they were joined, perhaps only symbolically at this moment, but joined nonetheless.

  The silence stretched, and Greg fought the urge to prod him. Finally, he felt Cody relax, and then heard him sigh.

  “Not me. Gene.”

  “Your older brother?” Rebecca didn’t know as much about Cody, Greg realized, as he himself did. But she knew a little, and maybe, Greg thought, she was the perfect one to handle this. He sensed he was about to learn things he’d never known, and so almost held his breath, waiting for Cody to answer her.

  “Yeah. Older than me by six years.” Cody sighed again. “It’s kind of funny, and kind of weird that we’re both of us—Gene and I—bisexual. I’d just begun to know that about myself when I was eleven. Gene was seventeen, and already giving our parents fits. You know, normal teenage growing pains.”

  “Went through some of those myself,” Rebecca said.

  “Not like Gene. Mom and dad came home one night from being out at the club—they were all about the club. Hell, they were all about image, period. Tony Tribeca address, summer house in the Hamptons, the whole fucking nine yards.”

  Rebecca didn’t turn around. Greg guessed she must have figured that Cody felt safer talking to her back. But she did begin to stroke his arm, a silent signal that she was with him. Greg squeezed his hand in encouragement.

  “Anyway they came home all liquored up—they were all about the booze, too. Checked on me on their way to bed—don’t get all sappy thinking, aw, that’s sweet. They never came in, pulled a blanket up or kissed my forehead. They were checking to see that I was in bed and my room was spotless. Their habit. Anyway, Gene had had his buddy, Norman, over earlier in the evening. I didn’t keep track of them, really. Gene was supposedly babysitting me, but I was pretty self-sufficient. Anyway, the next thing I know, there’s screaming and Dad is beating the hell out of poor Norman. Who’d been asleep, naked, in bed with Gene, who was also naked.”

  “That’s horrible! I hope the police charged him.”

  “Charge Douglas Harper with anything? No, Blue Eyes. Dad slipped the proper folks some cash and it all went away. So did Norman, and so, the next day did Gene.” Cody shivered. “They had him committed to a mental hospital.”

  “They what?”

  The outrage in Rebecca’s voice matched Greg’s emotions completely.

  “Oh, yeah. Homosexuality is a sickness, didn’t you know? A mental illness. Anyone who’s gay or bisexual needs to be cured.”

  “Oh my God! What happened?”

  Cody sighed. “It didn’t take Gene long, maybe a couple of months, but he escaped. He got in touch with me before he took off, out of the area. It was five years before he got word to me that he was on the West Coast. Mom and Dad never mentioned him again, but they made me start going to a shrink—you know, just in case the ‘homosexuality’ thing was contagious—although they never actually came out and admitted that.”

  He met Greg’s gaze, and must have found comfort there, because he seemed to relax even more. “I was a pretty smart little bugger even then. Had the shrink convinced that I was genuinely one-hundred percent hetero.”

  “And when you came of age, you left?”

  “Yeah. I’d been banking my allowances, which were generous as
long as I kept producing those As and met their highest standards—looking good and smelling good, and all the rest of that bullshit. I felt like a fucking traitor to my brother, but we’d talked on the phone a couple of times, and he thought I was being smarter than he had been. He never gave me grief over the act.”

  “That’s why you were nervous tonight. Christ, sweetheart, if I’d known, I wouldn’t have sprung so many new relatives on you all at once.”

  “I was nervous, yeah. But everyone was great. Still having trouble wrapping my head around this place you live in. Man, with acceptance like that, why’d you ever leave?”

  Greg said the first thing that came to mind. “Because I was stupid.”

  * * * *

  Rebecca came awake immediately, and before she even fully processed what was happening, she reached for Cody.

  “Shhh. It’s all right. We’re here.”

  “No…no…please don’t….oh, God, please don’t pull the trigger…please!”

  Rebecca’s heart broke at the small, frightened sounds of Cody’s terror. She snuggled into him, wrapped her arms around him, and stroked his back.

  His shaking jarred her, but that didn’t matter. She crooned to him as she continued to use her hands and her heart to comfort him. She felt him come awake, come aware, and for one moment he stiffened in her arms. But then he held on. He held on tight and Rebecca sent up a prayer of thanks.

  “Sorry.”

  “Hey! Didn’t you ever see that old movie? I quote, ‘Love means you never have to say you’re sorry.’” And because there was enough light for him to see, she batted her eyelashes at him.

  Cody laughed, as she hoped he would. “You’re a nut. Did you know that?”

  “You tell me how I could grow up practically drowning in a sea of testosterone and not be a bit nutty.” She met his gaze then reached up and stroked his face. “Do you want to talk about it?”

  “I don’t remember it, really. I never do.”

  Rebecca didn’t know if she bought that one-hundred percent, but she decided to let it slide. She couldn’t, after all, make him be ready to talk about his nightmares or his nightmare experience in Syria.