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

by Cara Covington

  Her sphincter opened, and the head of Noah’s cock slid inside her. She shivered as an entirely new kind of arousal blossomed from her anus to her nipples to her clit and flowed over her whole body.

  “Oh, Noah…that feels so…” She honestly didn’t have another word to give him. Instead, she pushed back.

  “Sweetheart, easy there. I’m just barely hanging on, here. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She looked up to see how Sean was handing the moment and felt satisfaction fill her when she saw his gaze fastened not on her face, but on her ass. That part of her was pointed up high enough. Could he see his brother’s cock sliding in? Time to make a point.

  “The only way you could hurt me is to stop. Fuck me, Noah. Fuck me real good.” And to ensure he got her meaning, she pressed back again…and felt his cock slide in to the hilt.

  “Brittany!” He shivered then eased almost all the way out of her and slid home again. And again and again. His strangled sob announced the snapping of his tether, and Brittany sobbed, too, so close to coming. She levered herself up on her knees and moved with him, whimpering as she was nearly, nearly there.

  A hand moved down from her breast to her pussy, seeking and finding her clit. Her gaze snapped to Sean. His heated gaze, his pursed lips, and the glimpse of his cock completely hard and with a drop of precum announced his total arousal.

  “Come for us, baby girl.”

  Sean pinched her clit, and Brittany’s climax exploded. Spasms enveloped her, rapid-heartbeat sensations of erotic bliss taking her over, heart and mind and body and soul. Noah’s shout, his grip on her hips let her know he’d leapt off the cliff with her.

  Every ounce of strength left her body, and she collapsed on Sean. Noah rested his face on her back, his arms on either side of her taking his weight. For a long moment the only sound was that of the two of them trying to catch their breath. Then Noah kissed her back.

  “Thank you, sweetheart.” He left the bed, and a moment later, she heard the shower come on. Sean eased her off him so that her head lay on his chest and his arms enfolded her.

  After a few minutes, Noah was back, snuggling close, spooning her. Sean eased out of the bed, heading to the bathroom. He returned moments later and slid in next to her. He moved so her head came to rest on his chest, and she felt his flesh press close to hers. She trusted them both to keep her safe as she floated down from the ether. They cocooned her in a blanket of pleasure, and she let herself become blissfully oblivious to reality as she floated.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Brittany left the edge of bliss and sighed with pleasure as Sean and Noah seemed content to snuggle her down between them. The late afternoon sunshine lit the world beyond the bedroom window. Her head pillowed on Sean’s chest, and Noah spooned her, his front pressed against her back. Their masculine heat warmed every inch of her, and she let herself drift in the wonderful afterglow of loving.

  “Are you sleepy, baby girl? Do you need a nap?”

  “No, I’m just enjoying the moment and being warm and comfy.” She rubbed her head against Sean’s chest. He kissed her crown even as Noah kissed her shoulder.

  “Enjoying the warmth, huh? Would you like to submerge in the Jacuzzi for a bit?”

  “Actually, yes, I would.” She thought she was turning into quite the water baby in the last week and a half. Considering the couple of deployments she’d been on where water was a rare and guarded commodity, she liked the idea of showering or soaking whenever the mood struck her.

  “I’ll go make sure the tub is hot enough,” Sean said. “We refilled it after you left this morning.”

  Brittany turned onto her back and looked over at Noah. He met her gaze straight on. “I know what you were asking of him, and I know he didn’t give it to you. Be patient with him, sweetheart,” he said softly. “It hits us both sometimes, how close we came to losing you, back in Namibia. Sean also feels the weight of the mistake we made, leaving you in California.”

  “We all have to heal,” Brittany said. It didn’t surprise her in the least that Noah was as tuned into his brother as he was to her. That was his gift, and one of the reasons she loved him so much. “At the risk of sounding clichéd, I really think that healing is a process—for all of us.”

  “We’ll get there.” He gave her a quick kiss. They could hear the sound of the tub bubbling. Noah bounded from the bed. “Want me to carry you, Brittany?”

  “No, I’ll make my way in there. You might have to carry me out if the floor gets wet. I’ve already learned that a wet floor and the rubber ends of my crutches do not a match in heaven make.”

  Sean had come back into the bedroom and stood at the end of the bed. Both men gave her looks that let her know they didn’t like the thought of her falling on a wet floor. She shrugged, rolled to the side of the bed, and sat up. She took up her crutches and stood. “The same rule goes for stuff strewn all over the floor. So, I’m really happy that you’re both fairly tidy.”

  “You can be certain we’ll be extra careful to keep things off the floor, including water,” Sean said.

  “Thanks. For my part, I’m always careful, period. But you should know I’ve already learned that some falls are inevitable. It’s not a matter of if, but when.” Brittany gave them a smile as she set off.

  Noah nodded. “We’ll keep an eye out that the floors don’t get damp when we’re enjoying water sports.”

  The bubbles beckoned, and Brit made her way over to the Jacuzzi. She sat on the edge of the tub and handed off her crutches to Sean, who’d already had his hand out for them. Then she spun on her butt on the edge and lowered herself into the liquid warmth.

  “This feels so good.” She closed her eyes and gave a groan of pleasure. She felt motion behind her and looked up. Sean had folded a smaller towel and held it above her. She got his silent message and lifted her head so he could set it on the edge of the tub. “Thanks, baby.” Brittany rested her head on the makeshift padding and closed her eyes again. “I love this spa tub.”

  “What’s not to love? Hot. Sultry. Churning water, churning blood…” Sean’s voice had dropped as he’d spoken, and Brittany couldn’t hold back her soft chuckle.

  “And here I thought the purpose of this tub was to ease recently worked muscles.” She heard them both get into the water and felt their movements as they settled.

  “It is,” Noah said. “But it has other uses, too.” His voice had come from her left.

  “Really? Like what?”

  “Allow me to show you, Brittany.”

  She popped her eyes open because Sean’s voice had come from right in front of her. He met her gaze, and she felt her heart trip at the look of lust he wore.

  He moved forward on his knees and gripped her hips, with her right leg over his left arm. He lifted her bottom, and she threw her arms over the edge of the tub, an instinctual move to prevent herself from going over—or under.

  It wasn’t tossing her out of the tub or dunking her under the froth that was on his mind. He moved just a bit closer, and then, his gaze locked with hers, he laid his mouth on her pussy.

  Brittany’s arousal went from zero to the verge of climax in seconds. The way Sean moved his open mouth back and forth over her labia, the way he darted his tongue inside her, and then barely swept her clit, drew a ragged moan of need from the very depths of her soul.

  Beside her, Noah gained his knees, too, but knelt on the bench, raising his cock—his very hard and beautiful cock—above the water.

  Above the water, and on the same level as her mouth. She glanced up and smiled in response to his hopeful grin. Sean had stopped nibbling on her pussy, and when she looked down at him, she couldn’t help but notice he was waiting to see what she would do.

  Well, this is a no-brainer. Brittany leaned over just a bit and, without hesitation, opened her mouth and sucked Noah’s cock right inside.

  Noah hissed in a breath, and Brittany could feel Sean’s smile as he returned his mouth to her pussy. The arousal Sean cre
ated as he used his tongue and lips and teeth on her intimate flesh increased her appetite for Noah’s cock. She loved the sensation of his hot flesh in her mouth, treasured the tiny drops of pre-cum he fed her, and absolutely adored the moans and groans of pleasure that filled the air.

  Sean hummed as he feasted, and the extra stimulation from the sound, like a mild electrical buzz, yanked a moan from her. Noah, of course, also moaned—for the very same reason she had.

  Brittany shut off her mind and just gave and took, running her tongue up and down Noah’s shaft and pressing her pussy against Sean’s mouth. She whimpered as her climax neared, and that nearness created a sharp craving to taste Noah’s cum.

  Then Sean’s hand deserted her left hip. His fingers slid over her flesh until he stroked the petals of her pussy. Sliding those wicked fingers inside her, he began to finger-fuck her cunt.

  Sean hit her G-spot, sucked her clit, and Britany screamed around Noah’s cock. The waves of rapture assailed her at the same pace as Noah’s cock spurted his seed. Swallowing, she submerged herself in the pool of sexual pleasures bathing her. So, so good. A final groan drew one last bit of Noah’s seed from his body. Sean placed sweet kisses on her thighs.

  Brittany needed one more thing. She licked Noah’s cock clean then released him and kissed his tip. Then she turned her gaze and her attention to Sean.

  Love lit his face, and she wanted nothing more than to give him equal pleasure. Holding his gaze, she licked her lips and crooked her index finger.

  She didn’t have to say a word. He settled her bottom back onto the submerged bench and got to his feet. Water cascaded from his buff form as he stepped just a bit closer to her and leaned in.

  Fisting his cock, she squeezed and pumped his hot shaft twice. Then she took him into her mouth and cupped his balls. There was going to be no finesse and no subtlety. There was only going to be raw, unbridled sex. Brittany was going to make him come, fast and hard.

  She began to draw and to move her mouth up and down on his shaft. She gently squeezed his scrotum and used her thumb to stroke the hair-dotted flesh. The heat he emitted enticed, and the sensation of his balls becoming hotter and firmer excited her down deep in her core.

  He combed his fingers into her hair and held her head between his hands. He shivered and gasped, and Brittany became even more determined to wrest his control from him.

  Daring and dirty, she used two fingers of the hand that cupped his balls to tease the flesh between his cock and his anus. Her index finger came within a hair’s breath of that back portal. Sean jerked and cursed and began to thrust his hips.

  Brittany took him to the back of her throat and sucked hard.

  Sean’s shout announced his release, his sob one of pleasure and pain. Brittany swallowed every drop. She let her other hand caress his hip, and when she’d taken all he had to give, she returned his earlier sweet gesture and kissed his thigh.

  Shaking, Sean bowed over her, his arms surrounding her. “I love you so much, baby girl.”

  “I know.” She would give him the time Noah suggested. Now that she knew she could make him let go, she could find the patience she would need to wait for him to release the last of his fears—and his guilt. Her love for him would help her.

  * * * *

  Sean enjoyed going to supper at Angel’s Roadhouse, and he was pleased when Brittany liked it on first sight. He’d had word that some of the cousins were going to be there tonight, and he spotted them as soon as they set foot inside the door.

  Laci Benedict greeted them on arrival, gave each of them a hug, and pointed to the back, where her husbands, Trace and Lucas, along with a good assortment of Kendalls, Benedicts, and Jessops, had gathered.

  There was a flurry of rapid-fire introductions as she met the few people who hadn’t attended the party, and Brittany laughed. “You’re going to have to be patient with me. Do all of you live in Lusty?”

  “We do indeed or close enough to the edges of town.” Charlotta moved over, making room for Brit. They were mostly triads sitting side by side and across, so it took a bit of maneuvering to allow him and Noah to position themselves next to Brit.

  “This looks like a fun place!” Brittany eyed the dance floor.

  On the small side, he knew that dance floor would be used intermittently as the mood struck, depending on the song being played over the sound system.

  Charlotta must have seen where Brittany’s attention had landed. “On Saturdays, they sometimes have bands. On those occasions, after about eight, Angela and Laci move some of the tables, making the dance floor larger.” Then she tilted her head to the side. “Do you dance?”

  Sean stiffened. Charlotta had asked not can you dance but do you dance. Before he could protest Shar’s question, Brittany began her answer—seemingly unaware of his offense on her behalf.

  “Well, we haven’t, yet. But I used to love dancing. I think if we started out with slow songs, we could figure it out.” She cast a glance at Sean. She wore such a look of wistfulness that he determined then and there to see to it they did exactly that. And since she loved dancing, maybe that was something they could do at home, the three of them. They could practice so she could gain some confidence in that activity.

  Chase Benedict turned toward him and Noah. “Y’all are invited to the bachelor party we’re having for our ranch foreman, Ricoh Stone.”

  “And Brittany, we’d love you to come to the lingerie shower we’re having for Angela.” Carrie Benedict grinned. “Both events are on the twenty-sixth. That’s a Tuesday, and they’re in the evening.”

  “A lingerie shower? Oh, that sounds good!”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Ari Benedict grinned. “Some of us were going shopping this coming Saturday. There’s a most excellent boutique we plan to hit. It’ll be a most-of-the-day excursion. Would you like to come with us?”

  “I would love to! I trust someone has the bride-to-be’s particulars?”

  “We do.” Laci had come to the table, notepad in hand. “We’re having the shower at the Big House while the bachelor party is being held at Ricoh’s house at the Benedict North ranch.”

  “At the same time?” Noah asked.

  “At the same time. That way the men will know where the women are and vice-versa.” Laci grinned toward Brittany. “The men get itchy when their women go off anywhere without them. Not even gathering at the Big House with Grandma Kate as our hostess for an afternoon tea is considered without its dangers.”

  “That’s because the last time y’all gathered together there your party was interrupted by a knife-wielding murderer!” Adam Kendall didn’t look as aggrieved as his words sounded.

  Sean noticed that most of the men nodded in support of Adam’s voiced sentiment. The women, however, just rolled their eyes.

  “Oh my God! A murderer! Really?” Brittany looked around the table. Everyone was nodding. “I trust it turned out well?”

  “It did, in the end,” Laci said. “I’m sure my cousins will fill you in.”

  Sean laughed at the varying degrees of long-suffering expressions worn by the men and the eager anticipation on the faces of the women. They gave Laci their orders—all three of them opting for beer and burgers.

  “I suppose we can take comfort in one thing, cousin,” Trace Benedict said to Sean. “Brittany is a U.S. Marine. She’s a professional.”

  His woman proved in that moment that, while she might not be privy to the details of that episode at the Big House, she was pretty much tuned in to the mood of her fellow diners.

  “Hoorah! Semper Fi!” That must be her command voice, Sean thought. Impressive. Fist raised in the air, she grinned at the women sitting around her.

  Damn if she hadn’t sounded just like a Marine in that instant. Ari jumped up, and as if on cue, she and Brit high-fived each other.

  Ginny Kendall chuckled. “Well boy howdy, it’s about time we had us a well-trained leader.”

  The women burst into laughter in response to the shocked faces the men wor
e. Sean grinned at his brother and then let his gaze rest on their woman.

  He might be as nervous as the rest of the men at this turn of events—after all, he and Noah had already had their life-on-the-edge moment and so, by damn, had Brittany.

  And maybe because their moment had been so extreme, he couldn’t worry over much about the sorts of adventures that had fallen upon his cousins the same way the rest of the men did.

  Neither could he deny the pleasure of knowing his cousins all accepted their woman as one of them.

  It was the main reason he and Noah had wanted to bring her here—where she could abide in the safest place imaginable—within the bosom of family.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Thank you for letting me come with you, sweetheart.” Noah reached over with his right hand and took hold of Brit’s left. He brought it to his lips, his kiss soft. Then he rested their joined hands on his thigh even as his thumb rubbed his kiss into her flesh. He didn’t often drive one-handed, but this was a special occasion. They were traveling on sparsely used roads, and being with his woman, enjoying one on one time? He figured not much was more special than that.

  Brittany’s smile reached her eyes. “You’re welcome. I like that we’ll spend one-on-one time together.” She looked around at the countryside, clearly interested to see everything.

  It didn’t take long to navigate from Lusty to the ranch where Jesse, Barry, and Charlotta lived. He’d been here more than once. There was the house those two Montana Benedicts had built for their wife, a very pretty, two-story house featuring a porch that spanned the entire front. Eight white posts supported the roof that extended over the entire porch, and a pretty white railing gave it a hint of privacy. Three windows above the porch, set within dormers, indicated the upper floor. Noah knew that along the back side of the house there was a second-floor balcony that measured the same as the porch on the front. The master bedroom suite took up the entire back half of the second story. He’d seen it when he and Sean had been in Lusty before Christmas and his cousins had given them a tour. Jesse and Barry were most proud of one of the wedding gifts their wife had given them—a mural on the wall that she’d commissioned from a picture she’d taken of their favorite spot on the Montana ranch they used to call home.