Love Under Two Prospectors [The Lusty, Texas Collection] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Cara Covington

  Sean reached for her, lifting her into his arms. Her action, wrapping her arms and legs around him, was reflexive. She grinned because it felt all kinds of weird not being able to lock her ankles around his butt. But her residual limb pressed against his hip. He could have no doubt at all she was holding on.

  He returned her grin. “You’ve got good muscle tone all over.”

  Noah was already in the shower enclosure, and by the time Sean stepped in with her, the water fell in warm, lush quantities. He held her while she put down her leg but kept his hands on her, to help her balance.

  Brittany looked down at her right foot, having felt the rubber under it. They’d even thought of having a non-slip mat in place! In her shower at her parents’ house, she’d used a small bath towel on the bottom of the tub for safety.

  “Hang on to Sean while I wash your hair, sweetheart.” Noah pressed closer, and it was Brittany’s turn to hiss. Feeling a hot, hard, naked cock front and back was certainly a new experience for her. Her nipples turned to hard little buttons, and she became keenly aware of moisture coating her pussy lips. She loved the sense of being held tightly between them, of feeling the heat of their flesh pressed to hers.

  She placed her hands upon Sean’s shoulders while he grasped her waist. It wasn’t hard, under normal circumstances, for her to stand on one foot for an extended period of time. She’d been in peak physical shape at the time of the accident, and she knew that was a blessing. This—holding on to one man while the other washed her hair—required practically no effort at all. Head tilted back, eyes closed, Brittany focused on enjoying the moment.

  Noah made getting her hair washed a true erotic experience. The way his fingers worked her scalp sent shivers of excitement through her body. It had been a long time since she’d taken a lover, and she’d only had a couple in her life. Already the pleasure these men had given her eclipsed everything she’d known intimacy could offer.

  “Keep those pretty eyes closed.” His words bathed her ear ahead of the tiny lick his tongue delivered.

  Brittany moaned as another wave of arousal washed through her. She felt the water rinsing through her hair and envisioned Noah using the shower wand. The water stopped, and she listened to the sound of him taking something from the shelf. The smell of peaches filled the air, and the cool glide of the conditioner offered a soothing all its own.

  Then he rinsed again and gently squeezed her hair. “Lean back on me, sweetheart.” His arms came around her, offering her security and shelter and things she couldn’t even name—things she hadn’t even known she needed.

  She opened her eyes when she felt foam-covered hands massaging her breasts.

  Sean grinned. “I love everything about you, baby girl.” He’d clearly put bath gel on his hands, and the gentleness with which he bathed her added to the wondrous feelings holding her in thrall.

  “I don’t have a lot of experience.” She tilted her head up so she could let Noah know she was talking to him, too. “I believe I already mentioned, even before this moment, that the pleasure the two of you have given me already is so much more than I knew I could ever have.”

  “We’re just getting started.” Noah kissed her shoulder then rested his chin there. She could see him looking down her body. Between his hot gaze and Sean’s talented hands, Brittany’s nipples responded by puckering hard.

  “You’re sensitive to our touch,” Sean said.

  “Yes, I am.” And the sound of your voices and the scent of your bodies. Brittany held the thought back, but it caressed her lips in a smile.

  Sean added more gel to his palm, rubbed his hands together, and then squatted before her. He looked at her stump then up at her. “Will it hurt you if I touch you there?”

  “No. The surgical scar has healed. It’s almost like touching any other part of me.”

  “Almost?”

  “Well, when they cut my leg, they left more skin at the back than the front and then they drew that forward and sutured it. Now, if you take your finger and put it just below the scar, and I close my eyes and you move your finger down…try it.”

  With her eyes closed, Brittany could feel the light touch. “There, stop. Right there, it feels like your finger is on the back of my leg.” She opened her eyes and chuckled at the look of amazement on Sean’s face. In fact, his finger was just at where the end of her stump began, still on the front of her leg, visually.

  “Huh. That’s amazing.” And then he proceeded to wash her stump, his touch gentle, spreading the soap, then moving his hands up, across her hips and down her other leg.

  And then up again, on the inside of her thigh, until he stroked the lips of her pussy.

  “We love every single inch of you, Brittany. Even that part you’ve been forced to accept. Having part of your leg amputated saved your life. We’re sorry it was necessary. But what happened didn’t change our feelings for you. It didn’t change you from being the most beautiful woman in the world to us.”

  “Sean? Will you and Noah please rinse me and dry me and then take me to bed? I very much want to make love with you both.”

  “Yes, ma’am. It will be our pleasure.”

  “Well, not just yours, I hope.” It was the first time she’d zinged them since the accident. Sean’s eyes widened, and then he laughed. He stood, took the shower wand from behind and above him, and used it to do as she’d asked. Then he put it back as Noah turned off the shower. Sean lifted her in his arms, and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her.

  “Trust me, woman. As far as we’re concerned, you come first.”

  “First and often,” Noah agreed.

  Sean handed her to his brother, who wrapped her in a towel and his arms and began to dry her. She felt his hands shaking and understood, in that moment, they were as anxious and needy as she was.

  “Often sounds damn good.” Standing on one foot, her head on Noah’s shoulder as he held and finished drying her, Brittany felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

  Chapter Seven

  Noah tossed aside the towel then scooped Brittany into his arms. She slipped an arm around his neck and met his gaze. The passion she saw on his face set the butterflies in her belly soaring and swooping. He kissed her, a sweet, tantalizing kiss that made her hungry for more. Then he carried her the short distance into the bedroom. Sean had already pulled back the sheet and comforter.

  Brittany felt the reverence in the way Noah laid her in the center of the bed. He came down on her left side at the same time Sean snuggled in on her right. Flat on her back, bracketed by these two hot, handsome men, Brittany reached up, a hand toward each, and stroked their faces.

  “I can hardly believe we’re finally here. I was afraid…” She needed to tell them one more thing, to share one more piece of her soul, a piece she’d held back. “I was afraid I was going to die without ever having made love to you. That, more than anything, was what was in my mind as that helicopter crashed. It was my last clear thought. I didn’t want to die when I’d just found you.”

  “We shared your fear, baby girl.” Sean used his hand to caress her chin. “When we learned you were alive, it was like we’d been given the biggest miracle of all time.”

  “Time crawled until we got to see you, first that brief moment in Windhoek and then in Germany, after your surgery.” Noah’s tone held none of his usual lightness. “You’d become our world even without our having made love to you. You were already ours, in our hearts. If God had offered for either one of us to take your place, we would have, in an instant and with no regrets.”

  Her shame lay in the background, the sure and certain knowledge that she’d denied these wonderful men, that she’d allowed her fear and her self-pity to nearly drive them away. Who loves like this? Brittany really was a very lucky woman to have not one but two men with such heart and such a capacity to love.

  “Love me, please.”

  “Baby girl, we never stopped.” Sean turned her face toward him and lowered his mouth to hers. T
heir kiss started out soft and sweet then took a roller-coaster plunge into hot and carnal in the space of a heartbeat.

  Sean’s hand cupped her chin while Noah’s stroked down her body. The light brush of fingers under her left breast and then her right, coupled with the sexy tango Sean’s tongue led hers in, got her hot as hell.

  Then Sean’s hand released her face, his mouth released her lips, and Noah gently turned her head so she faced him.

  “Hello, my love.” Noah sealed those words against her mouth as he kissed her.

  For a moment she tasted both men on her tongue, and then she was falling again. Passion heated her blood and pounded her heart. She reached up and laid her hand on his cheek as her tongue danced and dipped with his.

  She felt Sean kiss his way down her body. She shivered when he made a place for himself between her thighs. Noah released her mouth and took a moment to look down her body, so she did, too.

  Sean met her gaze, his face just an inch or so above her mound. She could feel his hot, moist breath against her pussy lips.

  Her nipples hardened, and her slit became damp.

  Sean inhaled deeply. “You’re wet,” he said. “And I can hardly wait to taste you.”

  “When I’m with the two of you, I’m always wet.” That was nothing short of the truth.

  His smile beamed, beautiful. Then, holding her gaze, he used his tongue and licked a path from the bottom of her slit to her clit.

  “OhmyGod!” She bowed her back off the bed as a spasm of arousal snaked through her, completely compelling and totally titanic, and she thought it wouldn’t take much more to make her come.

  “Fuck, woman, you taste good. I’m going to eat you until you scream.”

  That won’t take long. Before she could voice the thought, Sean fastened his mouth on her pussy and began to devour her.

  Every thought evaporated as Brittany simply felt. Sean’s tongue, that evil genius, stroked and lapped, drank her nectar, and teased her clit. Noah turned her face back toward him, and she raised her head to meet his lips with her own. She was being lapped up above and below in the same hot, sexy rhythm. Brittany couldn’t keep still. Her hips moved on their own to press her pussy closer to Sean’s voracious mouth.

  Noah cupped her right breast, his handling of her gentle. Then he enclosed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the pressure hard and increasing. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, that she was going to erupt, Sean inserted his fingers into her, stroking a spot inside her pussy that made her shiver, sucked her clit between his lips, and she came.

  “Sean!” Brittany had pulled her mouth from one lover as she’d screamed her other lover’s name. Wave after rapturous wave cascaded through her, electric pleasure lighting up every inch of her body. Thrilling, shivering rapture flooded her. Nothing had ever felt as good as this.

  Noah moved back slightly, and Sean surged up her body. Still shivering, Brittany opened her eyes, and Sean Kendall filled her view.

  Noah watched, the heat of his body seeping into hers, and in that moment, these two men were her everything and her all.

  She looped her arms around Sean’s neck and gripped his hips with her thighs. She’d caught a glimpse of his cock before he settled on her. He must have put the condom on when he came into the bedroom. She hadn’t thought of protection and knew, then and there, she could trust these men to take care of her in that way, too.

  Her right foot caressed up and down the back of his left leg, and the scent of her dew on his face enticed her. The passion and the tenderness in his gaze, the gentle way his condom-covered cock nestled between the lips of her pussy, blended affection and arousal into a new, seductive hybrid.

  “Kiss me. Fuck me. Please, Sean, give me everything.”

  “Brittany.” He lowered his face, and his mouth covered hers even as he gently pressed his cock into her.

  The flavor of them together shared in his kiss, savory and sexy, fed her renewed arousal and made her long for more. His cock moving into her, that slow, steady, wonderful push, sent tendrils of that newly rekindled fire pumping through her veins.

  Brittany ran her hands through his hair, caressing his head while her hips surged toward him. She held him within the cradle of her body and took and gave and soared.

  Sean slid a hand under her bottom, lifting her into his body with each new thrust. The nest of curls around his cock brushed her clit. Brittany mewed, a sound she’d never made before but one her men apparently recognized. Sean lifted his head, and Brittany stretched up, lapping his lips with her tongue, grabbing one last taste of him.

  “Come with me, baby girl. Let’s fly.”

  Sean moved faster, still gentle but quick, and the tingles of her impending orgasm sizzled through her. Need morphed to desperation, and Brittany met him, thrust for thrust, reaching, yearning, whimpering. Sean reached down and stroked where they were joined and then moved his fingers up just a bit, finding and rubbing her clit.

  “Yes!” Brittany clung as her climax exploded out of her, a wild, erotic, euphoric flood of shivery delight. Sean’s deep groan, his sudden stillness deep within her, and the pulsing of the cock inside her body told her he’d reached his release.

  The sweat coating his body and the way he collapsed on top of her filled her woman’s heart with warmth and the most awesome sense of accomplishment. She stroked him as she chased her breath and wondered if she’d ever been happier.

  “I’m squishing you.”

  “You’re not squishing me. I like having you on top of me.”

  Sean lifted most of his weight from her and rested on his forearms as he looked down at her. “I waited and I wondered and I dreamed of making love to you. Reality was way more than my imagination conjured. Thank you, baby girl.” His kiss, soft and sensuous, tender and tasty, soothed and smoothed and made her fall in love with him just a tiny bit more.

  “Any time, handsome.” She giggled, and when both men grinned, Brittany decided that sometimes laughter fit well with intimacy.

  She turned her attention to Noah. The look of love and of longing on his face drew her. Sean kissed her cheek then lifted away from her. He headed toward the bathroom, and Brittany mentally fist-pumped the air when she noticed he was a little less steady on his feet than usual.

  When she returned her gaze to Noah, he leaned forward and gave her a short, but very sweet kiss.

  “Do you need to rest, sweetheart?”

  “No, Noah. I don’t need rest. I need you. On me and in me. Please.”

  His delight fairly beamed from him. She reached over and stroked his cheek. He took her hand, kissed the palm, then edged closer to her. Noah settled his mouth on hers then moved to cover her. Brittany wrapped her arms and legs around him. The sensation of his condom-covered cock against her pussy sparked her arousal all over again.

  Noah lifted his lips and then gave her another very quick kiss. “I want to taste you.”

  “Oh, goody. I liked it very much when Sean tasted me.”

  “I just bet you did.” He chuckled, gave her another quick kiss, and then made his way down her body and put his mouth on her pussy.

  “Oh, yes!” This time, Brittany was ready for the instant sizzle of excitement, for the lush and lusty sensations overtaking her. She closed her eyes and canted her hips, pressing her pussy against Noah’s mouth. Sean returned, coming down on the bed beside her. She opened her eyes when she felt his hand caressing her breast. His gaze was fixed on his brother. He flicked her a quick glance then looked down again.

  “She tastes wonderful, doesn’t she, brother?”

  “Mmm.” That simple response made Brittany even hornier as the vibrations of his voice brushed her labia. She reached down and was able to run her fingers through Noah’s hair.

  “I want to taste both of you, too.” She looked over and then down and noticed that Sean’s cock was hardening. She licked her lips and watched it bob. Brittany met his gaze. “Now.” Brittany reached down and fisted Sean’s cock.
What an amazing sensation, to touch, to caress this velvety soft, yet hot and hard part of him at the same time his brother was using his lips and tongue to make her shiver.

  Sean eased her hand off him then got on his knees and moved closer. “I’m all about giving you what you want, baby girl.” He edged subtly closer, and she licked her lips. A tiny clear drop of liquid emerged at the end of his dick, and her mouth literally watered.

  He brought his cock to her and spread that drop against her lips. He drew back and watched her reaction—and he wasn’t the only one. Noah had stopped stroking her pussy with his tongue, and when she looked down, he had his gaze locked on her mouth. She immediately scooped that moisture with her tongue, bringing it into her mouth.

  “Yum. I’ve never done this before, so let me know if I don’t get it right.” Then she moved, stroked the end of Sean’s cock with her tongue, closed her lips around him, and sucked him deep into her mouth.

  “Damn, that’s hot.” Noah’s words warmed her pussy, followed by his mouth.

  The sensation of Sean’s cock inside her mouth felt wondrous. She stroked her tongue along his shaft as she moved her head, up and down, sucking, licking, and savoring the feeling of Noah’s oral mastery.

  Brittany let go of every thought as she gave and she took, as she submerged herself in the scent and the touch and the taste of these men. Fingers inside her pussy stroked that same spot Sean had found, and she sucked hard on Sean’s cock even as her hand reached up to caress his balls.

  “I’m close, baby girl. Let go if you don’t want to drink me.”

  Drinking him was exactly what she wanted to do. His balls were hot and growing harder in her hand, and Brittany drew on him, willing him to give her a real taste of his jism.

  Noah sucked her clit into his mouth, and Brittany came, her moan of pleasure drawing a curse from Sean. His cock felt even larger, and then the pulse, the release as he shot his semen into her mouth sent her even higher. She drank from him, sucking down every drop, her own ecstasy a wonderful emotional icing on her particular carnal cake.