Labor Day in Lusty, Texas [The Lusty, Texas Collection] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Cara Covington

  Oh my. Now that’s what I call a cock. Her attention was fixed on Carson’s penis, and while she felt her face heat, she could not look away.

  “Like what you see, baby?”

  She met his gaze. Her blush deepened, but she brazened it out. “I do, indeed.” And then, feeling completely bold, she licked her lips. There were plenty of things she’d read about, sexual things that men and women did to and with each other that she’d never tried. Some, at the time, she’d even thought repulsive.

  Here and now she hungered for those same things—all of those things—with a singular appetite. And a fussy one. Only Carson and Michael Benedict would do.

  Carson flashed a wicked grin, and then he took her hand and drew her into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her and covered her mouth with his own.

  His heat and his strength pressed against her skin warmed her, excited her, and made her arousal soar. She wrapped her arms around his neck, gently rubbed her breasts against his chest, and groaned at the pleasure that flooded her. The sensation of his hot, hard erection pressed against her flesh made her incredibly wet.

  Abigail heard the sound of more clothing hitting the floor, and then she felt Michael’s naked body behind her, a solid presence, as he nuzzled her neck once more.

  Carson broke their kiss, and Michael lifted her into his arms. Abigail gasped with the suddenness of the motion. Michael’s tender smile touched her heart. He knelt on the bed with her in his arms and then laid her down. She registered, briefly, that it was a fresh, clean sheet beneath her. Carson must have been busy before we got home. Then her mind decided that it would be far better to feel than to think.

  She reached up and drew Michael down. His lips devoured hers. A drawer opened then closed, and the bed dipped. But Abigail clung to Michael Benedict’s kiss. What was it about tasting one man right after the other that made this act of kissing so powerful and so wonderful?

  She didn’t know or care. She just wanted more.

  Michael eased back and then stroked her lips with his finger. “I want you more than my next breath. And I’ll have you. But it’s important to me that Carson is first.”

  Abigail searched his gaze and saw only hunger for her. “Because he’s the oldest?”

  “Yes. You understand the way it is with us?”

  In a way, she did. How do you avoid miscues and petty jealousy? Partly, she imagined, by having a tradition to follow.

  This was clearly one of the Benedicts’ traditions. “I’ll need you, too.”

  “Oh, you’ll have me.” He gave her a sweet kiss then eased back, stretched out, and looked like he was about to enjoy himself immensely.

  Carson took that moment to run his hands up her legs, to separate them. That drew her attention. Her gaze went from his face to his cock, his wonderful, erect, and now condom-covered cock.

  “I have to be inside you, baby. Are you ready for me?”

  Abigail knew she was but didn’t answer. She just sent him what she hoped was a sexy smile and raised her arms in welcome.

  Carson crawled up her body between her open thighs, his gaze fixed on hers. “I can smell your sexy juices. You want me, woman.”

  She’d never been one to talk dirty, but Carson Benedict seemed to affect her that way. Instead of fighting the urge, she surrendered to it, and to him. “Yes. Please, Carson. Fuck me.”

  “Abigail.”

  The sensation of him coming down to her, of his chest on hers and his cock brushing over and then through her moist folds as it sought entrance to her body made her shiver with need. She tilted her hips up, needing to help. The moment she felt him begin to enter her body, she pushed back, using her hips and legs to counter his thrust.

  Carson’s eyes widened, likely because her bold action brought him fully into her body. Her tunnel stretched, and the slight burning made her hum in pleasure. Carson wrenched control back from her, withdrew from her pussy slightly, and then pushed in once more. This time, with his slow and steady thrust, he seated himself inside her to the hilt.

  “You feel so fucking good.” He shivered, and Abigail realized he was about to lose control. “Wrap yourself around me, baby, and hold on.”

  Chapter Ten

  Carson devoured her mouth as he began to fuck her hard and fast and deep. Abigail could do nothing but return his ravenous kiss and hang on and feel. Every thrust thrilled, every rub ravished, and as he fucked her harder and faster, she felt her arousal hurl out of her control. Higher, faster, her emotions and the electric sensations caused by Carson’s hungry cock sparked and shimmied and finally catapulted her over the cliff into climax.

  Abigail wrenched her mouth from his, and clenched her body around him. Her scream tore from her as her body hit that rapturous plane and then tumbled into a free fall of exquisite pleasure. And as she came, she felt Carson stiffen within her pussy and in her arms. The pulsing throb of the liquid lava of his semen filling the condom added to the ecstasy her body drank.

  Wave after wave of her orgasm shivered through her, the sensations intertwining with her emotions. Both her physical self and her emotional self soared and swooped until her tears leaked and her body shook with the joy and the wonder of it all.

  Carson let go for an instant, his body resting fully on hers. Abigail sighed with yet another pleasure, that of cradling her lover between her thighs in this, his most vulnerable moment.

  “Did I hurt you, Abby?”

  He’s felt my tears on his face. “No, never. It was…more than I knew could be real.”

  He took most of his weight onto his arms and met her gaze. She felt the penetrating stare and didn’t flinch. His lips slowly curved into a smile. “You’re a very responsive woman, Abigail Parker.”

  “Until that first afternoon when you both kissed and petted me, I never knew that I was or that I could be.”

  “You’re beautiful when you come.” Michael slid closer and ran his finger down her cheek. “I nearly came myself when you reached your orgasm.”

  “I felt beautiful when I came.” It was easier than she could have imagined, to speak openly to these men about sexual intimacy. And speaking, sharing, took what had already been beautiful and gave it a greater depth.

  Carson placed a sweet kiss on her lips. “I’ll be right back. Please, carry on.” He winked, pulling a chuckle from Abigail.

  “You’re bad.”

  “I thought I was so good I brought tears to your eyes.”

  “That, too.” She watched him head toward the bathroom and then turned her attention to Michael. He was on her left, on his side facing her. So she turned to face him, too.

  “There are so many things I want to share with you, sweetheart. What do you want?”

  “I want you to do whatever of those things come to mind.” She let her gaze sweep his beautiful body. Carson was more muscular, yes. But Michael had a sleekness about him she also found appealing. His chest was less furred than his brother’s. Unable to resist, she placed a hand on his chest and began to caress him.

  “I like your touch.” He lifted her hand and kissed it—and then held out a condom. “I want you to put this on me, and then I want you to ride me.”

  There was no lack of command in Michael Benedict’s tone. He might defer to his brother, but that didn’t take away from the forcefulness of his own personality. Abigail took the small packet from him then sat up and got on her knees beside him. He moved onto his back, put his hands beneath his head, and watched her.

  She’d never done this, but it wasn’t too difficult to figure out. Once she got the delicate latex out of the packet and saw which way it would roll, she held his hard, hot cock—she hadn’t realized a cock could be so hot and hard and yet at the same time velvety soft—and began to slide the prophylactic in place. When she was done, she saw the small bubble at the end of the condom, instinctively knowing its purpose.

  She’d felt Carson come inside her and had felt a moment’s…something. Now, looking at Michael’s cock sheathed, she kne
w what that something had been.

  Her feral woman had known a tiny, completely inappropriate wish that no protection had been in place at all. Was that wish normal? A part of God’s plan to ensure humanity continued? She didn’t know if it was or it wasn’t. She only knew that tiny tendril of a not-fully-formed wanting had felt erotic as hell.

  “Stay with me, sweetheart. I need you to ride me. Impale yourself on my cock. Now.”

  Ohhh. A shiver swept through her, and her nipples tightened.

  “Our woman likes to be commanded.” Carson’s voice very nearly drew her attention away from Michael. But her lover of the moment had locked gazes with her, and she knew better than to look away.

  She straddled him, rose up, then reached down and placed his cock exactly where she needed it.

  He was at least as large as his brother, but as she pressed down, he slid right into her pussy as if she’d been made for him.

  “You feel good inside me.” She placed her hands on his chest and couldn’t stop the urge to squeeze him using her Kegel exercise to caress his cock.

  “That feels good. You have good muscle tone.” He pulled his hands out from beneath his head and placed them on her breasts. “Fuck me, Abby.”

  Abigail moved, a rocking kind of motion that she guessed did resemble the kind of riding they’d done a few days before at the ranch. She closed her eyes and moaned in response to the pure bliss of his cock moving in and out of her body. She leaned forward and brushed her clit against the hair nestling his shaft. She shivered, and he sucked in a breath as she began to ride him in a more refined pace. Michael squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and the sides of his hands, and Abigail whimpered. The tiny prickly pain traveled from her nipples to her clit and made her clench her pelvic floor muscles again.

  “Yes.” Michael slid his hands from her breasts to her back and then eased her down on him. One hand on her back, the other on her ass, he moved with her, helped her, and began to thrust deep within her.

  Horniness rose and swirled, as every bit of her body caught fire, as every inch of her craved the rapture that awaited. She cried out as that desire morphed to raging, desperate need. No longer smooth, measured and even, their dance became an obsessive convulsion. Then Michael moved his hand from her back to her hair, grabbed hold, and angled her head for his kiss.

  As his tongue plundered her mouth, her climax flooded her body, rapture a heady prize, a liquid treasure, a destination and a reward.

  Abigail didn’t doze, but she knew a few moments of complete satiation, of being boneless on his chest as tiny aftershocks rocked her body. His hands on her back, a gentle caress, anchored her and soothed her.

  “Carson had the right of it. You’re so responsive to us.”

  Abigail sighed, loving the vibration of his voice beneath her body. She turned her head so she could see Carson. He mimicked the pose his brother had taken, on his side, giving them his full attention.

  “After we made love, I felt something missing. Now, I’m complete. I don’t understand it.”

  “The fathers once told us that, just as some of us need to share a woman, there are some women who need two men to complete them.” Carson’s smile, full of tenderness, warmed her heart. “I’ve never questioned that or the dynamic I’ve seen working all around me all of my life.”

  “It’s a way of life, isn’t it? One that has to do with more than making love.”

  “It’s a way of living,” Michael said. “The dads never had to decide whether to put their focus on us kids or their wife. They often took turns. There were five of us, and Mother definitely had us all well in hand. And I think the reason that was so was because she knew, in the evenings, there would be her husbands and she could rest, fully, in them.”

  Resting fully in her husbands. Despite the fact Abigail grew up without a father, she understood the appeal of that concept. Her mother and her grandmother had been constantly in charge. She didn’t know if that was why her mother couldn’t easily show affection. What she did know was she never wanted that to be her way.

  Carson leaned over and kissed her shoulder. “Let’s shower.”

  He didn’t give her a moment but bounded from the bed, scooped her off Michael, and headed for the bathroom attached to the master suite.

  It was one thing to be naked in bed with a couple of men while they set about giving her stunning orgasms. It was quite another to contemplate showering with them.

  As if Carson understood her slight inner hesitation—and how did he know that, anyway?—he again didn’t give her a moment. Michael had taken a minute to deal with his condom, and then he joined them.

  Carson worked the controls of the shower without setting her down and then stepped in under the spray with her still in his arms. She closed her eyes against the wet for just a moment. When Carson set her on her feet, she felt Michael come behind her and wrap his arms around her.

  Abigail opened her eyes to encounter Carson’s heated stare. “We call these water sports.” His grin turned wicked. That smile, and the way he looked down her body, banished the nerves that had attacked her.

  Michael kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. “Close your eyes, sweetheart, and tilt your head back.”

  Her hair became saturated, and then the scent of gardenias permeated the steam-filled enclosure. The sensation of Michael’s fingers massaging as he set about washing her hair drew a moan of pleasure from her soul.

  “That feels so damn good.” The words, just above a whisper, bounced off the tiles.

  “Enjoy.”

  Abigail couldn’t respond because Carson had chosen that moment to begin to caress her breasts—no, not caress, not exactly. The foam between his hands and her flesh told her he was going to take care of washing her. The idea of having his body, or Michael’s, under her hands as she performed this intensely personal task held great allure.

  “I hope you’ll let me return the favor.” Sharing a shower wasn’t something she’d ever thought of doing.

  “We will, if not today, then another time.”

  Abigail heard Carson’s smile in his words.

  “Keep those eyes closed, Abby. I’m going to rinse.”

  She sighed as Michael did just that and again as he used conditioner on her shoulder-length tresses.

  Carson’s hands spread down her body, toward her pussy. “Open.”

  It never occurred to her to resist. She moved her legs apart and inhaled a shaky breath as he began to wash her sensitive feminine folds. She’d noticed the shower wands on either end of the enclosure and shivered when he took one in hand and rinsed her slit.

  Michael squeezed water out of her hair then moved in close to her, wrapping his arms around her once more. She opened her eyes just as Carson went to his knees and put his mouth on her pussy.

  “Carson!”

  “He’s eating you, Abby. He’s going to gobble you right down until you come all over his face. And I can tell by the look he’s wearing you taste like heaven. My cock is hard right now, just thinking about doing some munching of my own.”

  “Oh!” They were the dirtiest words anyone had ever said to her, and Abigail felt their heat wrap around her, through her, as they compelled her libido to rise higher and higher still.

  The sensation of Carson’s tongue on her pussy, of the way he used it to tease her clit, made her entire body shiver with pleasure. When he slipped a couple of fingers inside her, the thrill outstripped the slight tenderness. He fucked her with those fingers, and then he took her clit into his mouth…

  “Carson!” Abigail screamed as the climax came out of nowhere and flooded her with electric shockwaves of pleasure. Over and over and over, the waves of ecstasy buffeted her. Her body was a tiny vessel in the ocean of Eros, and all that saved her from drowning was the anchoring of male arms around her waist and male hands on her hips.

  Carson moved up her body and took her from Michael’s arms. She felt boneless. It was all she could do to put her arms around his neck.
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  “Just rest a couple minutes, baby. I have you. Did you like that?”

  His breath brushed her cheek and, with it, the scent of her juices on his face. Hunger burst within her, giving her new strength.

  “Yes.” She eased back, just enough so she could meet his gaze. Then she let her own drift to the sight of his lips, glistening. When she met his gaze once more, she licked her lips.

  “Kiss me, Carson.”

  Heat flared in his eyes, and against her, his cock pulsed, hard once more. Then he fisted his hand in her hair, angled her head, and took her mouth in a completely carnal kiss.

  The flavor was his and hers combined and more—more earthy, more arousing. His tongue owned hers, and she could do nothing but submit to his dominance, surrender to his will.

  He tore his lips from hers. “You’re so damned perfect for us.” Then he turned her so that she faced out of the shower. She found herself facing Michael, who stood waiting with a big towel in hand.

  Carson gave her to his brother and then set about washing himself, just as she realized Michael must have done as Carson had held her, as he’d given her that kiss she craved.

  Michael wrapped her in the heated towel then sat on a stool she hadn’t even seen. He set her on his lap and began to dry her.

  Then Carson was there, another towel in hand that he used on her hair. They pampered her in a way she’d never imagined. Then she was lifted in Carson’s arms once more and carried back into the bedroom.

  The sensation of his hardened cock pressing against her body stirred in Abigail a desire she’d never imagined feeling. When Carson set her on her feet beside the bed, she immediately went to her knees. She reached out, stroked his cock, and then gave him a long, luscious lick.

  “Baby, you don’t have to…”

  “Please.” She needed to taste him as he’d tasted her. She kept her gaze raised and on his face. She saw him flick a glance to Michael. Then he nodded and sat on the side of the bed.

  “On your hands and knees, Abby. I just want your mouth on my cock, nothing more.” What had happened to his voice? The tone, the depth of it made her shiver inside, and made her want to hurry to do whatever it was he wanted or needed.