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

by Cara Covington

  His woman. Carol Ashwood was that, all that, and more. He hadn’t even come inside her yet, but he knew she was his heart, and his life, and would be the mother of his children. She was the woman whose name would be on his lips when he breathed his last on this earth.

  And because he believed in such things, he knew even death would not separate them.

  “Sweetheart?” He didn’t see any twinges on her face, and felt fairly certain he wasn’t hurting her.

  She wrapped herself around him, arms and legs, and said, “Please, make me come again. Warren. I liked that. I liked it a lot.”

  “You’re trouble,” he said. “But the best kind.”

  Holding her close, he began to move, still trying to keep a hold of the beast within. Yet each slow deep stroke begged for another, and then another. She felt so good around this cock—hot and wet and tight, and Warren knew he wasn’t going to completely control this, or last.

  “More. Harder. Please.”

  Damned if he couldn’t hear the sound of a leash snapping as his beast broke free. He grunted, a very primal sound, and granted her request.

  He gave her more, and he gave it to her harder and deeper and faster.

  Unable to stop, he levered himself up onto his knees. He felt her moving with him, and knew he wasn’t hurting her—or if he was, she was too far gone to feel it.

  She whimpered and he answered her in a growl.

  And then, bless him, Edward reached down and found their woman’s clit and sent her over the edge.

  Carol screamed and creamed and held him tight. Into that wondrous milking action of her cunt, he felt his ejaculation explode out of him. He gave one more thrust and held himself deep as his semen spewed out, filling the condom, covering his cock with the hot, wet heat of his own seed.

  Now I know what heaven feels like. Warren kept his arms locked around her and his weight on his forearms for a long, silent moment. He focused on catching his breath, certain he wouldn’t be able to create speech for another few moments. At least, nothing that would be recognizable as speech.

  Beating my chest and yelling like a gorilla probably wouldn’t qualify.

  Beneath him, Carol sighed. Then she ran her hands up and down his back.

  “You okay there, sweetheart?”

  “You tell me, cowboy.”

  Warren felt the smile on his face go wide. “I’m a paramedic, baby, not a cowboy.”

  “Not after the way you just rode me. And you never did say. Was I okay?”

  He eased up enough to look into her eyes. “You’re a whole hell of a lot better than just ‘okay.’ Try fabulous beyond description.”

  He liked the color of pink that infused her cheeks. He hoped the day would come when her reaction to a compliment from either him or Edward would cause her to preen instead of blush.

  “Maybe you’re biased?”

  “You mean because I’m a guy and I just got laid?”

  Beside them, Ed snorted. Carol started to laugh. Unfortunately, her jiggling giggle bounced him, or more specifically bounced his cock that was inside her and leaving semi-hard behind, fast.

  He groaned and then thrust lightly.

  “Oh, goody.”

  “Not ‘oh goody.’ I have to go and have a talk with my other self in a moment about being greedy. You get no ‘oh, goody’ from me. You need to take care of poor Ed. He’s been completely ignored since we brought you up here and stripped you naked.”

  “I had a good look at him when he yanked his clothes off just before you got laid. There’s absolutely nothing ‘poor’ about Edward.”

  Carol said that with such studious sobriety that Warren couldn’t help but laugh. Beside them, Ed was chuckling, too, so that the entire bed—as big as it was—seemed to be bouncing.

  He finally got control of his mirth and raised his head to meet her gaze again. Her smile was soft and sweet, and her eyes fairly glistened. Looking at her, Warren knew she was not only not in too much discomfort, she was really happy.

  He recalled what she’d said earlier about being treated unfairly. For the moment, at least, it would appear that whatever specters from the past still haunted her had been quieted.

  “I love being inside you, but I think I need to give your poor little pussy a bit of a rest.”

  “You said fabulous beyond words, so it’s not ‘poor’ either.”

  “You’re right. I did.” He laid his lips on hers, giving her a gentle kiss. Even that stirred his inner beast, bringing out the horndog in him. “I want you to lie still, please. I’ll be back in a few moments. I need to take care of you.”

  “I thought you took care of me pretty well.”

  “You’re a smart-ass. I never would have guessed that about you.”

  “I never knew I was.”

  He waited until she met his gaze again. “Stay still. I’ll be right back.”

  He eased his cock out of her body, noting the tiny wince she tried to hide. It only took him a few moments to dispose of the condom. Because he didn’t want to upset her, he took a moment to step into the shower and rinse the remnants of her virginity from his body. He dried off quickly then took a clean washcloth and wet it. He grabbed a hand towel, too.

  Ed was doing a good job of keeping her distracted. He kissed her, and was whispering to her, and Warren could see she was completely immersed in his brother.

  The sight made his heart sing.

  He approached the bed, and she jerked a bit when he placed the washcloth on her. “It’s all right, sweetheart.” He’d expected the embarrassment when she realized what he was doing, and why. Since she’d proven herself adroit mentally, he said, “I know what I’m doing. I’m a trained professional.”

  As he’d hoped, she giggled and then relaxed.

  “Is it bad?”

  It hadn’t been, really. But the fact that it had been Carol made a difference that he couldn’t, he knew, adequately explain to her.

  “No, sweetheart. I just wanted to make you more comfortable.” He looked over at his brother. Ed gave him the slightest of nods.

  “I say we move this party into the bathroom,” Ed said. Then he placed a kiss on her lips. “Have any of the women at the spa ever mentioned the concept of ‘water sports’?”

  “Water sports? I’m guessing you don’t mean like in a swimming pool?”

  “Just like our beds are Jessop-sized,” Warren said, “our bathroom fixtures are, too.”

  “Oh, now this I have to see.”

  Warren returned her grin and nodded to his brother. He figured between the two of them they could take care of her before she even figured out what they were about.

  Chapter 8

  Carol knew they were both being very careful of her and taking care of her. Somehow, she just couldn’t mind that fact too much.

  She never knew there was a part of her that hungered for the kind of caretaking that these men seemed to perform, second nature. So she did what she believed any woman would do when Edward picked her up and carried her into the shower.

  She wallowed.

  And she nearly swallowed her tongue when she got a load of the glass enclosure he took her into, claiming that it was a shower stall.

  Overhead a waterfall fixture rained down a steady deluge while on each end of the enclosure, four showerheads—two overhead and two about waist level—sent more water cascading over them. There was room enough for the three of them to move freely, independently. But goodness gracious, was she ever happy they chose to stand close with their arms around her and their hands on her body.

  “How do you ever drag yourselves out of this bathroom?” They not only had a larger bathtub than the one in her house—and that had been the biggest she’d ever seen—they had a hot tub, too.

  The men chuckled. “I guess we’re just used to them,” Warren said. He moved her so that her back was pressed against his front.

  In front of her, Edward had a bar of soap between his hands. He worked up a rich lather, wiggled his eyebrows c
omically and then said, “Water sports.”

  Carol groaned in pleasure when he used his hands to wash her breasts. The sensation of the wet, silky caress made her nipples peak. Even though she’d had two orgasms already, her body seemed hungry for more. When Edward smoothed his hands down over her stomach and then lower, she sighed. When he worked his hand between her legs, when he moved his fingers back and forth across her slit and dipped his fingers in slightly, she could only close her eyes and move her hips in an attempt to capture his touch.

  The scent of shampoo—her favorite shampoo—filled the air.

  “Close your eyes, sweetheart,” Warren said.

  She closed her eyes and tilted her head back when Warren took a half step away to give her room. “How did you know that was my favorite?”

  “We could smell it, every other Tuesday when we were in that tiny room with you getting our manicures,” Warren said.

  “So Warren and I went to a few places at the mall, smelling different bottles of shampoo until we found the one we thought it was.”

  Carol wondered how many men would go to the mall and smell shampoo, hoping to find the one that was her favorite? Not too many, she’d bet.

  “So, you figured you’d get me here into your shower eventually, huh?”

  Both men were silent for a long moment.

  “It occurs to me that there really is no good way for us to answer that,” Warren said at last. “If we say yes, you might get peeved because really, thinking we would have you here, naked, wet, needy—well that’s pretty presumptuous of us.”

  “And yet, here I am. Naked. Wet. Needy.”

  “Here you are indeed.” Edward snuck a quick kiss then grabbed one of the shower wands and rinsed her body and her hair. He set it down and held out his hand toward his brother. She could smell the conditioner, and when he massaged it into her wet hair, she moaned with the pure erotic pleasure of his fingers stimulating her scalp.

  Among other things.

  Carol had studied nerves and the interconnection of the muscles and such, but she’d never realized the sexual connotations of that knowledge until now.

  “Once more, beautiful,” Edward said. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She loved the sensation of having her hair washed and rinsed by these men. Oh, who was she kidding? She’d loved every single thing the two of them had done to and with her since they’d picked her up this evening.

  She didn’t even have to squeeze the water from her hair when they turned the water off—Warren did that for her. Edward picked her up, and carried her over to a wooden bench. Warren had put a towel down for his brother to sit on, and then handed one to him to wrap around her.

  “You’re going to spoil me.” Edward had set her on his lap and was gently blotting the moisture from her skin.

  “Is that a problem?” He met her gaze and his brown eyes looked so very serious.

  “No, not unless you get tired of pampering me and quit and then I have to go without.”

  “Never happening.”

  “Nope, never.” Warren very nicely wrapped her hair in another towel. Then he leaned over and placed a kiss on her shoulder.

  Since she was sitting on Edward’s lap, she looped her arms around his neck. “Are you going to make love to me tonight?”

  “I want to pamper you more than I want to pleasure myself,” he said. “I’m worried you’ll be too sore for me. The idea of hurting you wounds me.”

  She guessed that being caretakers was what these men were all about. “I am a little tender. I won’t lie to you about that. But I really want to feel you inside me. I know that sounds brazen of me.”

  “No. It doesn’t. I’m your lover, regardless of the fact that I haven’t actually had you yet.” He leaned forward and kissed her nose. “That means you can say anything at any time about anything at all, to either one of us or both of us, and it’s okay. There are no rules here, except to not cause serious pain, or damage.”

  She would ask him about why he’d qualified and said “serious pain” later, although she’d heard a few things as some of the women had been chatting at the spa. Instead, she focused on the main point he’d made. A little inner imp, silent until tonight, egged her on. “I can say anything at all?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Carol licked her lips and looked down for just a moment. When she met his gaze again, she hoped that all of her emotions were right there for him to see. She thought what she felt for them both was love but maybe it wasn’t love, not completely, not yet. But it could be…no, it would be.

  Once she knew he was focused on her she said, “Edward, I really want you to fuck me.”

  Edward’s smile came very slowly. “Baby, is that the first time you ever said that word?”

  Carol couldn’t contain her giggle, not even behind her hand. “It is.”

  “How did it feel?”

  “Not nearly as good as it’s going to feel when you do what I want you to do.”

  Edward sighed and then picked her up. “You’re trouble.”

  “Really? I never have been. Up until now, I’ve been the soul of wishy-washy wimp. So I guess I can live with being trouble.”

  “A smart-ass,” Warren said. “She fits right in with us.”

  Edward stood with her in his arms. “She certainly does.”

  “You know, some women don’t particularly like being talked about as if they aren’t even present during the conversation.” Carol wished she’d said that a bit more sternly. But she couldn’t. She felt too good—pampered and just really, really content.

  “I’ve heard that,” Warren said.

  “Me, too,” Edward said. Then he grinned at her. “Good thing you’re not one of them.”

  Edward set her down beside the freshly made bed. She guessed she knew what Warren had been up to while Edward had been drying her.

  Edward cupped her face. “I want to make love to you so badly I ache with it. And I will, after you’ve had a bit more of a rest. Okay?”

  “I don’t have a choice, do I?”

  “No, baby, not in this. When it comes to your well-being, we will not be pushed,” Edward said.

  “Nothing is more important than you—what you want, yes, but not above what you need.” Warren swooped in and stole a very chaste kiss.

  “Okay.” She went up on her tiptoes and gave Edward a quick kiss. Warren pointed to the bed and she crawled in. Even when she was in the middle of it, she could see there was nearly a queen-sized expanse on either side of her.

  Warren got into the bed on her left, and Edward on her right. She said, “This is a really big bed. It must be like you’re sleeping in your own bed at night, with so much space between the two of you.”

  “We’ve never slept in this bed before,” Warren said.

  “We each have our own bedrooms down the hall.” Edward met her gaze. “This is the master bedroom, and it’s meant to be shared. And you’re the first woman we’ve ever brought here.” He paused and looked down, as if unsure, or nervous. Then he raised his gaze to her. “If we have our way, you’ll be the only woman we ever bring here.”

  “I think I like the sound of that.” This wasn’t casual. Edward was telling her that with words. But really, hadn’t both men been telling her that right from the very beginning? If all they wanted was a casual dalliance, they wouldn’t have taken so long to make that first move. She’d believed they wanted more than just a temporary thing from the way their bodies had vibrated when they held her. It was nice to know her intuition wasn’t wrong.

  “That makes me feel very special.”

  “You are,” Edward said. He eased her into his arms and she went, lying on her right side and putting her head on his chest.

  Warren turned out the light and then edged closer so that he was pressed up against her back. “You’re very special. And you’re ours.” He laid a kiss on her neck, just below her ear.

  Even a chaste kiss from these men was potent. She shivered, her nipples pebbled, her p
ussy became moist, and she hungered.

  “Now go to sleep, Carol,” Edward said. “And if you awaken in the night, I’ll be here for you.”

  She knew he meant he’d be there to make love to her. She sighed, thinking that she would lie on him like this and enjoy this new form of pampering—being cuddled. And then in a half hour or so, she would tell him she’d rested enough and he could make love to her.

  It was the last thought she had before morning.

  * * * *

  Heat surrounded Carol as she slowly rose to the surface of wakefulness. Before she opened her eyes she inhaled deeply. The aroma that reached her was new and exciting and made everything that was female inside her quiver with need.

  She could smell a sexy, masculine scent.

  In the night she’d turned onto her stomach—something she did from time to time. Edward and Warren had simply moved in closer, bracketing her, close enough on both sides that nothing came between her and them.

  Two hands rested on her back—one from each of them—as if even in their sleep they couldn’t resist touching her.

  She opened her eyes, and grinned at the sight of Edward Jessop, sound asleep. Beyond him, the view out the window told her it was very early, not yet full sunrise.

  The events of the night before played back in her memory and she licked her lips. She may have been a virgin until last night, but that didn’t mean she was completely ignorant about sexual matters.

  Now, as she recalled all that she’d done—and not done the night before—that little imp so newly awakened within her told her exactly what she needed to do next.

  Slowly, so as not to awaken them, she turned onto her right side so that she faced Edward.

  The men adjusted themselves to her new position. She waited, but their breathing remained unchanged, deep and even. They slept on, completely unaware of her devious plan.

  It was all Carol could do not to giggle.

  She eased the sheet off Edward, and herself, and let her eyes drink in the sight of his body.

  He called her beautiful? No, he was the beautiful one. She loved the way his dark blond hair so lightly dusted his chest. Warren had more of a “pelt” but Edward’s torso was nearly smooth. His nipples must have sensed her staring at them because they puckered slightly. Did men get aroused from having their nipples touched and sucked and nipped? She would have to find out.