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

by Cara Covington

  Later. Much, much, later.

  Her gaze drifted down to his cock. Even flaccid, it aroused her. At rest, Edward Jessop just pure made her mouth water.

  Carol considered him, and what she wanted to do, for another moment. How to proceed? She didn’t want to startle him. She simply wanted to have her way with him.

  Lightly, slowly, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his chest. She pressed against his right shoulder, and grinned when in his sleep he responded by shifting his position until he was lying flat.

  Perfect. Step one, complete.

  Leaning over him, she closed her eyes and drew in his scent. She was pretty sure he smelled subtly different than Warren. That, too, was another theory to test later.

  She kissed him, mid sternum, and worked her way down his body, paying tribute as she went. She used her tongue to sip his salty taste, to draw in the flavor of him that way, too.

  As she neared his navel, he groaned, and wonder of wonders, that flaccid cock of his was no longer quite so flaccid. Here, his scent was ripe and rich, and made her insides tingle with excitement. Arousal swirled inside her, making her bolder, and hungrier.

  She eased down the bed until his cock lay just inches from her face. Definitely harder than it had been and growing, it seemed to sense her presence even though the man to whom it belonged slept on.

  Not for much longer, I bet.

  Carol nuzzled him at the point where his cock rose from his body, surrounded by that nest of curls. Then, feeling very daring—and needy—she used her tongue and lavished a nice long lick on his shaft.

  Edward groaned and his hips thrust.

  Believing he would awaken any moment, Carol wrapped her left hand around his cock, licked the bulbous head of it twice, and then gently sucked him into her mouth.

  He tasted salty and the tiny drop—the same viscose fluid she’d sampled the night before—was tangy on her tongue. She wondered what it would taste like, to drink his cum.

  “God!”

  She raised her gaze and encountered Edward’s sleepy, just-pulled-to-wakefulness stare. She took him a bit deeper, sucking as she went, and then eased his cock out of her mouth.

  She grinned. “Good morning.” Although she no longer had his cock in her mouth she still had her hand wrapped around it, and continued to stroke him as she had been doing.

  “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’ll beg, if I have to.”

  Carol smiled. “You don’t have to beg. I won’t stop. But I might not do a very good job of it. You’re my first.”

  His laughter sounded just a little stressed. “Trust me, beautiful, you’ll ace it.”

  She felt movement on the bed and looked over. Warren had turned on his side, supporting his head in his hand, and was watching avidly, a wicked smile on his face.

  She guessed he didn’t mind the way she’d chosen to wake up his brother. She turned her attention back to the matter at hand. She’d actually never seen a cock up close before. She thought it was a magnificent organ, so firm, yet soft. The shaft, a kind of reddish brown color, was covered in blue veins, some that stood out more than others.

  “Carol.”

  Deciding she’d tortured the poor man long enough, she moved up, opened her mouth, and took his cock inside once more. She ran her tongue up and down along his shaft as she sucked. He rewarded her with more of that tangy fluid. Moving her head up and down, with her hand right there precipitating the action, she felt his cock swell and jerk.

  She wanted to let him know she was enjoying giving him so much pleasure, but she didn’t want to stop what she was doing. “Mmm.”

  “Oh, God!”

  Really? She had no idea the vibration from her sounds would affect him that way. Barely holding off a grin, she treated him to more humming.

  He combed his fingers through her hair and the realization of his taking over, taking control, sent shivers down her spine.

  “Enough!” He eased himself out of her mouth and then lifted her, laying her flat on the bed. “The first time I come, I want it to be inside you.”

  “But I wanted to taste.”

  “Don’t worry, you will.”

  He caught the condom his brother tossed him and had it opened and in place in seconds. He splayed her legs wide, using his arms to open her even wider to his view. Carol was certain she would have blushed if it weren’t for the look of adoration on his face.

  “I’ll be careful, love.” He pulled her body closer and then leaned into her.

  “I want to put my arms and legs around you.”

  “In a moment. Just let me…mmm…ease myself…oh, Carol…”

  Carol was enraptured by the look of bliss on his face and the tone of reverence in his voice. He pushed his cock into her, just a little way. Her body felt so happy to have him come calling, her hormones felt as if they sent out tiny electrical impulses that danced across her skin. Almost involuntarily, she flexed her inner muscles, giving him a squeeze. I never knew those old Kegel exercises could feel so good.

  Then Carol’s thinking process short-circuited as Edward slid all the way into her, burying himself so deep that she could feel his scrotum brush the bottom of her slit.

  “Sweet heaven, you feel wonderful. So hot and tight.” He rested his forehead against hers and seemed to be working very hard to control himself.

  “You feel good, too. I like the feeling of having your cock inside me. I like feeling full.”

  Edward eased out of her and then slid home again. And again. She noticed he was watching, so she looked down. She couldn’t see their bodies’ erotic embrace the same way he could. She didn’t really know if she would want to, but the sight seemed to be doing only good things to the size of his cock.

  “That is so fucking sexy.” He looked up at her, and the gleam in his eyes looked wicked as wicked could be.

  “Maybe sometime we’ll do it in front of a mirror.” If he thought it was that sexy, then maybe she needed to see, too.

  “Maybe. If you ask nicely. Hang on to me, now, baby. I’m going to fuck you.”

  This was a whole different side to Edward, one she’d never have guessed could be there. He eased her legs down, and then moved his arms so that he slid them under her. His hands gripped her back and ass, and he began to move.

  Carol had no thought but to give as good as she was getting, and no desire but to pleasure this man as much as he pleasured her. She wrapped herself around him, arms and legs, and moved her hips, countering each of his thrusts. He groaned. He growled. Then he melded his mouth onto hers and gave her the most carnal kiss she’d ever received. His tongue thrust into her mouth in perfect cadence to the way his cock thrust into her cunt. With each inward stroke, he moved in such a way that she thought he might be trying to find something inside her.

  “Oh!” The electric-like shock spread out to her entire body from that spot inside her that his cock brushed.

  “Yeah, there it is. Your sweet spot.”

  “My what?”

  “Your G-spot,” Warren said. He’d moved very close and he, too, seemed to be enjoying the sight of Edward’s cock moving in and out of her body.

  “But…I heard it didn’t exist.”

  Edward chuckled. Then he thrust inside her, hitting that same place, making all of her nerve endings begin to sizzle and spark. “Oh…that feels…more.”

  He laid his mouth over hers again and continued to move, a solid, deep thrusting that felt beyond wonderful. No discomfort dampened the mood. Only pleasure, by turns sharp and deep, permeated her body and saturated her soul. Arousal roiled and rolled through her, and time became a race, a quest, a pulsing purpose toward which she moved. Higher, faster, her body craved release, and everything inside her reached for it.

  She clung to him, whimpering her need to come into his neck, speech no longer an option. His answering growl thrilled her. Here was communication both feral and profound. She pushed against him, and then used her mouth to suck on his neck.

  “Now, bab
y. Come now!”

  Carol cried out as the twin sensations of his cock hitting that spot and his groin brushing her clit set off her orgasm. She clung to him, her pleasure rich and full and so shattering that she screamed his name as she surrendered to her body’s rush.

  Chapter 9

  Ed worked quickly to restock his IV case. It was a good thing Warren had taken the others on the run to Waco. They were nearly out of saline and tubing.

  Even though his attention was completely on the task at hand, he was aware of being the object of scrutiny. His cousins Grant and Andrew were kind of hard to miss, even if they tried to stay on the “edge” of a room. He’d heard several people refer to them as being minor mountains posing as men.

  Of course, he’d been aware of the covert looks he and Warren had received on Saturday night from not only these first cousins, but practically everyone else.

  He supposed he couldn’t blame them. After all, it was the first time ever that he and Warren had attended one of the community center dances with a date.

  He’d bet their cousins never dreamed they’d have a chance to razz them. He had to hide his smile when, almost on cue, Grant started in.

  “What do you figure, Andrew? Do you think that all this time they’ve kind of been like, you know, Clark Kent…hiding their Superman behind their disguise as mild-mannered paramedics?”

  “I dunno,” Andrew answered. “Could be. Or maybe there’s something…I don’t know, some chemical they’ve been exposed to lately that’s been making them become different…become something ‘other.’ You know, like some of those old movies we used to watch. Like, Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Do you think maybe they’ve been exposed to something dangerous in that room where they get those manicures every two weeks?”

  Ed turned his attention from what he was doing, looked over his shoulder at his cousins and said only, “Careful.”

  Andrew seemed to realize that he’d stepped out onto thin ice. He held up his hands, palms out. “Hey, I wasn’t insulting Carol. Honest. I think she’s great, a real lady. Probably too good for the likes of you, but hey—our Chloe is too good for us, so what can I say? I’m just trying to understand the…the miraculous transformation. You and Warren went to the community center. Voluntarily. To a dance. With a date. And, you know, everyone kind of knows that afterward you spent the weekend together with that lady who’s way too good for you.”

  “What’s your point?” Ed used his peripheral vision to watch his cousins exchange a look.

  “I guess we’re just wondering if somehow we imagined you two were awkward geeks all this time when you really weren’t.”

  Ed decided to take pity on the two. He was quite aware of the reputation he and his brother had. It was thoroughly earned. In social situations they’d always been awkward geeks—falling back on trivial information when they felt uncomfortable. But that really only was social situations—times when they were in large crowds and not doing their jobs. He turned and said, “Are we awkward geeks on the job?”

  He knew he could ask that particular question, as his cousins had been with them a few times on calls over the years—mostly before they’d taken their smoke jumper training, but on a couple of occasions since.

  “Of course not.” Grant’s immediate answer told Ed the man had no doubts on that score.

  “And that didn’t cause you to question your senses?”

  Grant shrugged and then laughed. “Okay, you’ve made your point. I think.”

  “The truth is we are awkward geeks under a lot of circumstances—but not when it comes to the calling, and not—apparently—when it comes to our woman.”

  “The calling.” Andrew tilted his head to one side, as if considering something. “That explains quite a few things.”

  The firemen turned away, clearly having accomplished whatever it was they intended to do, which was a mystery to Ed. Then he remembered something that he and Warren had meant to ask, but had forgotten.

  “Guys?”

  They turned back and Grant raised one eyebrow.

  “We were wondering, Warren and I, about Amanda? Are we sure that her credentials are what they seem to be on paper?”

  His cousins looked at each other, clearly amused.

  Ed didn’t find anything funny in the possibility that someone had been hired on to the Lusty Volunteer Fire Department as a paramedic under false pretenses.

  “May I ask why you ask?” Grant said.

  He felt his cheeks burn, just slightly. Damn it, he was an awkward geek, and more than just sometimes.

  Even though he knew the new hires were off on a hospital run to Waco with Warren, he still looked around before he stepped closer. He pitched his voice low. “Warren and I were concerned, because she seems to need a great deal of remedial orientation. We’ve had to go over some of the most basic points two and three times.”

  Andrew burst out laughing and Grant shook his head. His smile was gentle when he said, “She didn’t need any remedial orientation, Ed. She was trying to get yours—and Warren’s—attention. She was flirting and coming on to you, man.”

  “She was? Huh. Neither of us even noticed.”

  “Of course not,” Grant said. “And now we understand why. You were too focused on your Carol.”

  That he’d call Carol theirs went a long way to smooth over their attempts at teasing, earlier.

  The cell phone in his pocket—and the one in Grant’s—rang at the same time.

  Grant stepped away, as did Ed. He pulled out the phone and answered the call.

  “EMS Lusty. Edward Jessop.”

  “EMS Lusty, this is State Police dispatch. We have a report of a motorcycle accident northwest of your location, Highway 84 near the Hamilton county line.”

  Ed felt his belly clench. He fucking hated motorcycle accidents. The professional in him pushed the personal aversion to the back burner.

  “Roger, dispatch. Is there a state trooper on scene?”

  “Negative, not at this time. The accident was reported by a motorist. Our closest response time for a trooper is about twenty minutes out.”

  Ed looked over at his cousin. Grant had already closed his phone—he would have received an automated alert. Both he and Andrew were qualified as EMTs, intermediate level. It was department policy that no one went out on a call alone.

  “I’ll drive,” Grant said, “and be your backup.”

  Ed nodded. “We’re on our way, dispatch. ETA fifteen minutes.” If Warren had been going to drive, he’d have added a few more minutes to that estimate. Grant used to be the most careful driver among them, especially when compared with Andrew. But in just recent weeks that had changed.

  He suspected that call they’d received from Adam when Chloe had been in danger had changed things for him.

  “Roger, EMS Lusty.”

  Ed closed his phone, shoved it in his pocket, and reached for his newly stocked case. It took him only a couple of minutes to stow it in the back of the vehicle, grab his first response case, and jump in the front of the EMS van.

  While Grant negotiated their way out of town, Ed worked his magic with the GPS, so that his cousin and temporary partner wouldn’t need to do anything but drive where the machine told him to go.

  Once the route was programmed, Ed ran a check of the communications equipment. If it became necessary to begin an IV, or to use the heart monitor and defibrillator, then the staff at the emergency room at the Hamilton General Hospital—the nearest emergency room—would be able to monitor the situation.

  They approached the first crossroad. Ed looked to the left and right as Grant slowed, but did not stop the vehicle. “Clear.”

  They went through the intersection without stopping, the emergency light and siren live and vibrant, warning any motorists well in advance of their approach.

  Normally, on any scene with Grant, his cousin would be the boss. But this time, for this run, Grant would take direction from Ed.

  The things I think about to avoid t
hinking about the fact that it’s a motorcycle accident.

  Grant slowed the vehicle and Ed once more scanned for traffic before they pulled onto the highway. “Just one, my side.” The oncoming vehicle slowed and flashed its lights, yielding to the emergency. “Go.”

  Grant pulled around the corner, and then they were driving west on State Highway 84, headed toward the boundary between Benedict and Hamilton counties.

  There’d been blessed few motorcycle accidents, all told, and only two in the six years since that one, terrible fatal one.

  The one that still haunts my dreams. Sometimes when they were out on a call, he’d have a moment of déjà vu—a single breath of time when he’d be back there, reliving that run. Strange, that, because there’d been no indication en route to foreshadow that particular call would turn out to be any different from any other one. That he would have a shiver of remembrance now wasn’t surprising as they were traveling the exact same route. In fact, when he looked at the setting on the GPS he thought this new accident location was very close to that other one.

  They were just a couple of minutes out from the reported location of the accident. He looked over at Grant. “So she was coming on to us? I hope someone clues her in that we’re taken. I wouldn’t want word to get back to Carol about the woman. Amanda really didn’t grab our attention at all, and I don’t want Carol thinking, even for a minute, that she did.”

  Grant grinned. “One, I’ll make sure that she’s made aware of the situation, that the two of you are spoken for. And two—you’re really gonna hate two—Carol already noticed her trying to move on the two of you. She was looking out the window last Tuesday when you made your mad dash to the spa to keep your appointment with her. Apparently, Amanda stood just inside the front door of the firehouse and pouted up a storm. Chloe saw her, and so did Carol.”

  “Well, fuck me.”

  Grant laughed. “No, thanks. Don’t worry about it, Ed. Since then, if you’ll remember, you asked Carol out and she said yes, and it seems you’re in a relationship, so I don’t think she’s holding any kind of grudge. And I really do think Amanda’s flirtations will become a thing of the past now.”