Love Under Two Montanans

by Cara Covington

  Jenny didn’t have to think about compliance. It was there, under her skin, waiting for a chance to shine. As her head rested on Parker’s chest, he pulled her hips close so that her pussy was flush against his pelvic bone. This position raised her ass in the air. With her legs spread naturally by Parker’s hips, she was open to Dale even as Parker fucked her.

  Parker indeed began to drive, thrusting up into her in a slower but more forceful rhythm than she’d used. Every push into her canal made her shiver in delight, and every tiny grind of his pelvis rubbed her clit against the hair that anchored his cock.

  It wouldn’t take her long to come, not long at all.

  And then Dale slid his fingers between the cheeks of her ass, stroking over her anus, his lube-coated fingers and the slight pressure he gave working together to make her arousal climb higher and then higher still.

  I’m so horny I should already be coming. But her body knew who was in charge, and her body waited. Knowing what was coming, it waited and reveled in the journey of arousal.

  This horniness itself felt incredible, a high like no other. She had no power here, could do nothing about drawing her own climax to her. She couldn’t rush the moment. No, this orgasm had a life of its own, a will of its own, and Jenny could only feel. She could only take what she was given, relish it, and enjoy.

  She felt vulnerable and yet invincible at the same time.

  “I’m going to come inside you, baby. Don’t come. Not yet. Hold it off.”

  Parker’s tone sent another wave of aching pleasure racing through her and took her arousal to a level she hadn’t known existed. His grasp on her hips as he thrust his cock into her and the stroking of Dale’s fingers on and then in her anus wrapped together into one sensation, expanding her capacity to rise.

  His cock hardened and heated within her, and the pleasure of having him there, a part of her, somehow eclipsed the electric sizzle of impending climax, taking the emphasis off the physical in favor of the emotional. And in that instant, in that moment, Parker shouted as his cock pulsed, ejaculating within the haven of her body. This was what she’d always yearned for, not just to be loved, but to love—to shelter, to protect, to envelop. She always longed to nurture.

  “So fucking good.” Parker lifted her just enough that his cock slid out of her. She’d felt him come, and the fact he was still semi-hard amazed her. His hands cupped her face, and he kissed her. Reverence, gratitude, his kiss encompassed those two emotions. His kiss loved her.

  Dale’s fingers moved in and out of her sphincter, fucking her, swirling within her, stretching her, and Jenny groaned. She pushed back against the incredible intrusion, needing even more.

  His fingers withdrew and his hands bracketed her hips and lifted her slightly. Then he came forward, his condom-covered cock pressing against her rosebud.

  “Stop me if you need to, sweetheart.”

  I won’t need to. She didn’t say the words because she knew how these men would react to that. She didn’t lie, either. She gave an inarticulate moan—a sound she thought let him know how badly she needed him—and then she pressed back to help him get his cock inside her.

  Dale edged closer and then leaned into her. He kissed her shoulder as he began to penetrate her anus. He used tiny thrusts, and Jenny likened his movements to miniature bounces. She nearly laughed, thinking he’d bounce his way into her ass.

  The pressure of his cock turned to a burning as his cock began to spread her sphincter. The burning edged into pain as she felt herself open. The pain hurt but didn’t. It called, it lured, it seduced. The pain coaxed her into pushing back even harder. And then his cockhead was past those stubborn muscles, and his cock slid slowly into her to the hilt.

  “Oh…oh….yes, it’s…” She couldn’t find the words. The pain had evolved, become something other. There was only need and greed and an undeniable compulsion. “More. I need…fuck me!”

  “Damn, baby, hold…ah, hell.” Dale began to move in her, to ease partway out and then thrust home again. And again and again, and she helped him, grunting, grasping, needing all of him, needing all of what he gave her.

  “She’s dripping her honey all over me,” Parker said.

  The words didn’t stay because she couldn’t take her focus off this moment, this wonderful, mutual moment that had shot her beyond arousal.

  A hand slid down her abdomen, and then she felt fingers on her clit, brushing and pushing.

  “Now, baby! Come now!” Dale’s ragged demand snapped the chains holding her back, the chains holding her down and keeping her on this planet. They shattered, and so did she. Screaming, coming, their names on her lips as, for a few amazing heartbeats of time, Jenny Collins touched a rapture so enormous, so perfect, it had to be the edge of heaven.

  Jenny didn’t know how much time had passed. She sort of recalled Dale leaving her then returning and using a warm, damp cloth on her. Caring for her, as these men inevitably did. Then nestling close, drawing up the covers…and that was the last she could remember.

  She opened her eyes to darkness. Wow, I must have conked right out. Behind her, Dale spooned her, the sound of his breathing, slow and deep, telling her he was sound asleep. Her head rested on Parker’s chest, with her right hand splayed beside her face. His arm cradled her shoulder, and his hand lightly caressed her hair.

  “Did I wake you, baby?”

  She grinned. “No, I have to pee. And I need to shower.”

  She bounced on him as he silently chuckled. She couldn’t help but smile in return.

  “Dale showered just after you dropped off. We didn’t want to wake you.” He moved gently, withdrawing his arm then easing the blankets off them. He picked up his cell phone and showed her the time. It was just after two thirty in the morning.

  Parker stood and extended a hand to her. “Come, sweet Jenny. I’ll meet you in the shower.”

  She took care of her most pressing need then stepped into the large glass enclosure. The water, warm and plentiful, rained down. Jenny sighed and let herself embrace this luxury.

  Parker used foam-covered hands on her breasts, spreading the lather over every part of her body. His fingers were gentle when he washed her intimate areas, front and back.

  “Sore?”

  “Not sore so much as my body’s telling me it knows what I’ve been doing.” She winked at him, and he chuckled.

  She quickly took care of her hair, washing and rinsing and conditioning. Then stood for a just a little longer, simply letting the water soothe her.

  Parker handed her a towel, dried himself, then got another to use on her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, hugging her close. Then he picked up another towel.

  “Are you hungry, baby?”

  She looked up into the bathroom mirror, encountering his gaze. He stood behind her, using a towel on her hair, sopping up most of the moisture. Totally naked, she liked the look of them together.

  “I’d like a piece of toast,” Jenny said. They’d had supper with a slew of Benedicts at Angel’s the night before, but she never really ate heartily when she was at the roadhouse.

  “That sounds really good,” Parker said.

  He waited while she worked a comb through her hair. She didn’t want to turn on the hairdryer. Dale was sleeping soundly, and she didn’t want to awaken him. Then Parker took her hand and led her out of the bathroom, past his still sleeping brother. He snagged his boxers and tossed her his tee shirt.

  She slid the garment over her head and followed him downstairs. Parker handled the toast while she prepared a couple of cups of cocoa.

  “I don’t midnight-snack too often,” Jenny said. “But when I do, buttered toast is my go-to craving.” She popped the last bit into her mouth. It had tasted so good. She sipped her cocoa and closed her eyes as it warmed her all the way down.

  “You can bet that with four brothers, late-night foraging was not uncommon in our house.” Parker said. “Especially when we were teens—Marcus was older than the rest of us b
y a few years. By the time Dale and I hit thirteen, Lewis was fifteen, Gary seventeen, and Marcus in his early twenties. All of us were growing boys, really, and constantly hungry.” Parker grinned. “It wasn’t until I was older that I realized Mom kept the fridge stocked with food for those raids. Boys,” he said, “really do eat a hell of a lot.”

  “Do men eat a hell of a lot, too?” Never one to tease or flirt easily, Jenny found, with Parker and Dale, the urge to do so was nearly instinctive.

  “We do…but we don’t always waste our appetites on mere food.” The look in his eyes, and the way his cock tented his boxers, told her his appetite for food may have been sated but another craving had not yet been met.

  “You look like a man who wants dessert.” She knew exactly what he had in mind. She was about to put a twist on it. “Me, too. So what do you say, handsome? Wanna munch on each other?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Parker lifted her into his arms and carried her into the living room. He laid her on the thick carpet then shucked his shorts. For what was going to happen next, she didn’t need to lose the shirt, which was the only garment she had on. Parker grinned then came down beside her on her right, his feet resting on the rug beside her head.

  “You read my mind.” Jenny grinned, rolled onto her side, and inched closer.

  “Good. In return, you can blow mine.”

  “That doesn’t look like your mind, lover. Though it does seem to have one of its own. Oh look, it’s waving at me.”

  “Smartass.”

  “Admit it, you love it.”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  Parker blew hot air on her pussy, and she swore her pussy lips tried to reach out and grasp him. Then he put his arm around her hips and drew her closer. She ran one finger along the length of his cock. A tiny pearly drop emerged, and she licked her lips.

  Grinning, she leaned in and licked him, stealing that drop, then placed some heated breath of her own where her tongue had been. He shivered.

  “It almost looks too good to eat,” she said.

  “It’s not.”

  “Are you sure? Because it’s looking pretty perfect just as it is.”

  “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

  “My mouth’s not full.”

  “It should be.”

  He had a point. Figuring she’d teased him enough, she closed her lips over his cock and drew him into the cavern of her mouth. He groaned, gently thrust his hips, and then opened his mouth on her cunt.

  Humor fled, replaced by a hunger so huge, so urgent, there was no room for anything else. She tongued and suckled and cupped. He lapped and kissed and nipped. Gently squeezing his balls, she devoted herself to pleasuring even as she received pleasure.

  No finesse, no languid forays or gentle teasing now. This was a need, a raging need to give, to take, to grab ecstasy with both hands and never let go. So she gave and she took and she soared.

  And she came. Wave after wave of bliss bathed her within and without. They flew together in this sanctuary moment, Jenny and one of her lovers, free and safe and whole.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll pass the word.”

  Kate Benedict ended the call on her cell phone and then focused on the young woman sitting in one of the guest chairs in her home office. “I’m afraid things are about to get entirely out of hand,” she said.

  “Uh-oh. I don’t think I like the sound of that.”

  Kate looked down at the note she’d just made as she’d spoken to her granddaughter, Kat Lawson Jessop. It was an old habit, carried on from when she’d been a practicing nurse. “One of my granddaughters, Veronica, is a published author. I also have a close friend who’s one, as well—Caressa MacFarland. I’ve spent time with both women, and I’ve learned a great deal about their craft and how to construct a story. I’ve learned a thing or two about all the little twists and turns that authors put into their work.” Kate shook her head. “If this was a manuscript, I would have to say it was in serious need of an edit.”

  Kate sat back and met April Bixby’s gaze. “As you may have surmised, that was Kat.” Kate had learned fairly recently the two women had known each other for a couple of years. They’d each separately confessed to her they weren’t at all surprised to be sharing a case.

  April’s eyes widened. “She’s been shadowing Douglas Vance. Is there a problem?”

  “She has indeed. And there have been a couple of problems with him. But most urgently, would you care to guess where they’re headed, right now?”

  April’s face showed alarm. “Good grief! I think I should get to the roadhouse. My shift starts in twenty minutes, which is a handy thing, under the circumstances.”

  “Yes, dear girl, I think it’s a very handy thing.”

  The young woman got to her feet and took two steps toward the door. Then she stopped and turned around.

  “Grandma Kate…did you put in a word with Angela? So that she’d hire me?”

  “Why wouldn’t I? Kat gave me a glowing recommendation on you, after all. You’re a part of the team, though I didn’t tell my dear friend in what capacity.” Kate saw the way the young woman processed that. Intelligence fairly shone from her eyes.

  Kate didn’t know all there was to know about April Bixby—yet. But she would. By the time this little dustup had settled down, she’d have the young woman’s measure.

  Her intuition told her April Bixby hadn’t had an easy life—though she’d bet it had been a damned interesting one.

  April grinned. “I thought I was so clever, getting myself hired onto the staff.”

  “You were, and I’m certain when all is said and done, there will be more than a couple of people very impressed by your gumption and your dedication. It matters to me, April, how determined you are to honor Amanda Featherstone’s final request. Other investigators might have stepped back, once their client had died.”

  “I gave Mrs. Featherstone my word.” April’s expression softened. Then she turned and headed out.

  It’s a sad world when simple, sincere words of praise disconcert an otherwise confident woman. Kate sighed. She waited another minute, just long enough to know April had left the house and was, indeed, on her way. It’s a good thing she didn’t ask me who those certain to be impressed people were.

  All in all, it had been a very busy day for Kate. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to play three-dimensional chess. It had, indeed. How nice, Kate thought, to know that she still could. She may have slowed down some, physically, in the last decade. But just then she gave thanks that her mind was as sharp as ever.

  Kate Benedict thoroughly believed that things generally worked out the way they were meant to be. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t give fate a solid nudge in the right direction when necessary.

  Now for my end game. Kate picked up her cellphone and placed a call. It was answered on the first ring.

  “Hello, Kate.”

  “Hello, Angela. How are things looking there?”

  “Those folks you introduced me to are here. I pointed out the few actual customers, and they’ve got them covered. And Ricoh and I are about to enter the dining room and have a late lunch, as well.”

  “Good. I’ll be there very soon.”

  “And good luck to us all.”

  “Indeed.” Satisfied, Kate placed the next call.

  “Grandma Kate.”

  “Dear boy, it’s time to get into position. It’s all coming together now.”

  “Yes, ma’am, so I’ve been told.” She heard Adam’s smile in his tone. “We’re all ready, at this end.”

  “Thank you for this, Adam.”

  “I could never say no to you.”

  Kate ended that call. Oh, yes you could, dear boy. But it pleased her that for this, he hadn’t. Then she placed her final call.

  “Good afternoon, Grandma Kate. How are you today?”

  “I’m just fine, Jake. I’m in th
e mood to treat you to a late lunch at the roadhouse.” Kate smiled when Jake didn’t miss a beat.

  “Thank you, that’s kind of you. I’d be delighted to join you for lunch. What time would you like me to pick you up?”

  “Oh, I think it had better be now, dear.”

  “Oh?” Caution entered Jake’s tone, and Kate smiled. “Angela’s place instead of Kelsey’s, you say?”

  “Yes. You see, things are about to get very interesting at the roadhouse, and I think it would be a good idea for us to be on hand. Just in case we’re needed.”

  She heard his sigh over the phone and could almost picture him closing his eyes in resignation. “How much time do we have before…things get interesting?”

  “I think we have enough.”

  “I’ll be right there.”

  Kate got up from her desk, took up her purse, and seized a moment to visit the powder room attached to her home office. Usually, she kept her handbag in her bedroom unless she was going out. She’d brought it downstairs with her first thing this morning.

  Kate headed toward the front door. She poked her head into the den on her way past.

  Bernice glanced up from the book she was reading. “On your way, Mother?”

  “I am.” Kate grinned.

  “Good luck.” Bernice grinned right back. “Let me know how it all turns out.”

  “I will, sweetheart.”

  Kate stepped out onto the porch, not surprised one bit that Jake was already there, standing at the open passenger door, waiting to assist her into the car.

  He didn’t put the car in gear until she was buckled up.

  “How interesting are things about to get, Grandma Kate? Should I call Adam?”

  “Now, Jake, you know you’ve already done that. I’ve had a very busy morning. I placed a few calls of my own because if there’s one thing I can’t abide, it’s waiting for people to get a clue and get a move on.”

  “Oh, God.”

  Kate patted his hand. “You need to learn how to let things go, dear. There’s no sense in stressing about matters you can’t change. Just…learn to go with the flow.”

  Jake chuckled. “That’s rich, coming from you.” His tone, filled with kindness, combined with his words felt like the nicest compliment.