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

by Cara Covington

  Before she could blink, Chance scooped her onto his lap.

  “Bailey?”

  He’d positioned her so they were close, face to face. Bailey had never before noticed how graceful a man’s lips could appear when they said her name. The butterflies inside her must have trained with Cirque du Soleil because they were twirling and leaping, spinning and soaring…and falling. Wow, were they ever falling!

  “Yes, Chance?”

  “Logan and I made a promise to ourselves that we wouldn’t touch you, we wouldn’t even so much as kiss you, until we’d told you everything. We didn’t want any omissions to be at the base of what we want to build with you.”

  “So, have you told me everything, then?” Bailey wondered if her question had been too forward, but right at that moment, she really didn’t care. Never mind just in the last hour, too many emotions had been roiling through her since she’d met these two men. She’d spent most of her life focusing on caring for her mother, and she had no regrets about that. How could she? But in the last couple of years, she’d only been going through the motions of life. She’d followed every rule, and look where that had landed her. Now she thought if she didn’t start really living within the next few minutes, she’d combust.

  Or maybe she was about to combust in a different way altogether. Yes, that was probably the most likely scenario.

  Nothing mattered except right here, and right now. Not the truth of Chance and Logan’s occupations, not the truth of Dirk Townsend’s perfidy—just this. Bailey’s world became a restricted place, only herself and these two men because, damn it, that was how she wanted it to be.

  Chance put his hands on her waist and gently ran them up and down her sides. Her nipples grew tight, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she became conscious of her pussy as a sexy, hungry part of her. Her panties dampened, and a deliciously decadent shiver vibrated along a path from her nape to her toes, hitting all the naughty bits in between.

  Her pelvic floor muscles contracted, and oh, what an arousing vibe that was! She wondered what it would be like to do that when Chance’s cock was inside her. Of course, being a fair-minded person, she’d have to repeat the maneuver with Logan’s cock inside her, too.

  “What are you thinking about, baby?” Logan had slid close. The two brothers sat now shoulder-to-shoulder on the sofa, and the heat from both of their bodies seeped into hers.

  Only minutes before, they’d both done a pretty good job of scaring her half to death. Before this evening, she’d been living in a fool’s paradise of her own making, believing that leaving New York had freed her from what so recently had spooked the living hell out of her. Now she knew she was in just as much danger as she’d been in before she’d left—and maybe, even more than that.

  So why was it the only thing she could think about was feeling Chance’s and Logan’s lips on hers?

  Very much aware Logan had asked her a question she hadn’t answered, she met each man’s gaze in turn. And then, without conscious thought, she licked her lips.

  Two sets of eyes widened. Chance lifted his hands from her sides to cup her face, and she realized she really didn’t have to say a word.

  Bailey couldn’t look away from Chance’s heated gaze as he moved closer. His heat overwhelmed her, his scent surrounded her, and when his lips settled on hers, Bailey closed her eyes as the earth pulled away from her and she became wonderfully, erotically untethered.

  Warm and wet and oh, so tasty, Chance’s mouth devoured hers. His tongue boldly swept hers in a sexy tango, the music pounding in her blood even as the man himself began to imprint himself on her soul.

  His palms, smooth and firm on her cheeks, held her, moved her, leaving no doubt who was in command of this moment, of this kiss. Bailey felt him ease back, savored the last tiny caress of his tongue on her lips. She opened her eyes. That had been the best kiss she’d ever experienced, except…it felt as if something had been missing.

  Before she could consider the matter, Chance’s hands lifted from her cheeks. Logan’s fingers caressed her chin, turning her to face him. He flashed her a quick grin, and then he kissed her.

  Bolder, brasher, Logan moved his mouth on hers as if she was his for the taking. His tongue brushed over hers, stroking, dancing, while his lips suckled, truly drinking her in.

  Ah, yes, that’s it. There it is! Bailey had never in her life even imagined kissing two men, one right after the other. Yet, it was the very real tasting of Logan while the flavor of Chance lingered on her tongue that made these kisses feel right and complete. No, not two kisses. One kiss—in two parts.

  Maybe, then, not so much two lovers as one love? Her heart pounded as that thought reverberated in her mind. It was way too soon to even be thinking the L word, and she knew it. Hell, it was too soon to even consider taking these men into her body, and she damn well knew that, too. But that didn’t seem to matter.

  Logan gradually ended their kiss. His gaze met hers, his right eyebrow slightly raised.

  “That,” Bailey said. “I was thinking about that.”

  “And more?” Chance not only sounded hopeful, he looked hopeful. She couldn’t hold back her grin.

  “Much more.” Yes, way too soon to become lovers, but she knew without a doubt that was exactly what they were about to do.

  “Now, Bailey?” Logan’s gaze locked with hers, and she understood he needed a clearer signal—they all needed that clear signal. Even though she knew this very likely was too soon, she would own this decision, for herself.

  She was taking these men for herself and to hell with everything and everyone else. If there came an accounting in the future—she nearly snickered at the mental pun but ran with it instead—some payment that she would owe for what she was about to enjoy, well, she always had been a numbers person at heart. The need to keep things in balance came naturally to her.

  “Yes, right now. I don’t know how to—” She stopped talking because Chance had placed a finger on her lips.

  “One moment at a time, baby. Let’s go upstairs. The first time we have you, we want it to be in a bed. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know any of the mechanics. All you have to do is feel.”

  That sounded very much like the best plan she’d ever heard.

  They led her upstairs, straight into what she’d come to know would be considered the master bedroom. She’d gotten quite the shock when Laci had given her a tour of her new home. Her friend had explained that practically every house in Lusty featured a “master suite” fit for three, or even four, lovers. She couldn’t imagine sleeping in such a large bed, but her imagination went wild at the sight of the shower and the Jacuzzi tub.

  “We actually know how this wonder of modern plumbing technology works,” Chance said. They’d proceeded through the bedroom and straight into the bathroom. “Since we’ve moved in, we’ve taken turns in this decadent shower.”

  “I wouldn’t have been able to resist it, either.” The overhead shower fixture would, she knew, act like a “waterfall” while the others—four, she quickly counted—would ensure that every inch of a body would be wet and happy.

  “So, you’re a fan of water sports?” The way Logan lifted his eyebrows twice in rapid succession, and the way he fought to maintain the leer instead of the laughter clearly trying to erupt, let Bailey know exactly what he meant by “water sports.”

  She looked at him, and then Chance, and then took in that beautiful, big shower sporting more showerheads than she ever thought she’d get to experience.

  “I’ll let you know. I’ve never participated in water sports. This’ll be my first time.”

  “I wonder how many of your firsts we’re going to be able to claim.” Chance took her hand, kissed it, then used it to bring her into his arms.

  “I’m hoping all of them not yet claimed.” She swallowed and then stepped out on faith. “That would be all but one. I’m not a virgin. I have had a lover. Back in high school.”

  Was it her imagination that
tenderness replaced heat in Chance’s gaze? Before she could decide, the lust returned. The desire she read in his gaze did a damn fine job of igniting her own arousal.

  “Thank you for waiting for us.” Logan kissed her neck, even as he reached around from behind and began to ease her tee shirt out of her slacks and lift it over her head.

  They didn’t say anything more as they removed the clothes from her body. The men then stripped themselves and led her into the shower and under the magnificent, warm spray.

  Between them, they touched every part of her—and not just her flesh. Behind her, Logan washed her hair, using his fingers to massage, to relax even as he aroused. In front of her, Chance’s soap-covered hands caressed and soothed, a cleansing of not just skin but emotions.

  She was between them, at the center, their focus on her solid and complete. She’d wondered, vaguely, if being with Chance and Logan at the same time would be awkward. Sex had been so long ago for her she honestly couldn’t even imagine the choreography of being with two lovers at the same time.

  To their credit, they didn’t give her a moment to think about it. Wet and naked, her blood already hummed with arousal. The men pressed themselves against her, front and back. She cherished not only the real heat they bestowed upon her but the confidence. No woman could doubt her appeal when the men flush with her flesh pushed such hard, erect cocks against her.

  Logan turned her around, anchored his hands in her hair, and used them to angle her head to just the right position. This time, when his mouth covered hers, when his tongue stroked hers, she went wild.

  Want morphed to need wrapped in desperation. She wrapped her arms around him and tried to get her legs to envelop him, too.

  Logan lifted his head. He turned her and eased her forward, toward Chance. When had the water stopped? It didn’t matter. Chance stood just outside the shower and held a fluffy towel open. She walked into his arms, claiming his mouth as her due as he began to dry her, even as he returned her kiss.

  Chance broke their kiss and began to nip at her neck. She arched, giving him greater access, and Logan used a second towel on her hair.

  Logan stepped away for a moment but was back before she could complain of missing him. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, that impossibly huge bed that suddenly didn’t seem all that big.

  Flat on her back, the towel discarded, Bailey raised her arms over her head, in a very real way giving herself over to them. Her soon-to-be lovers stretched out on either side of her and began to take what she so eagerly offered.

  Hands and lips caressed and kissed, fingers pinched and teased and delved between her legs. They’d opened her and begun to explore. Her nectar coated their fingers, which they then used as a natural lubricant on her clit. Chance’s cock brushed her hip as he worked his way down her body, and it thrilled her to know she wasn’t the only one leaking horniness. An urge to taste that tiny trail of pre-cum painting her body nearly leveled her.

  Logan used a finger to direct her attention to him. He placed a soft kiss on her lips, glanced down her body, then met her gaze again. “Watch Chance as he pleasures you.”

  Bailey looked down. Chance lay between her open thighs, the heat of his breath brushing her pussy.

  He placed gentle kisses on her thighs, met her gaze, and holding it, extended his tongue and licked her from the bottom of her slit to her clit.

  Bailey moaned, her hips lifting of their own accord and her eyes closing as a wave of orgasm exploded over her.

  Pleasure upon pleasure flooded her, body and soul, the joy sharp and full. Bailey became a creature of sensation, relishing not only the exquisite sexual thrill from Chance’s mouth on her pussy but the equally primal thrill of Logan’s strength holding her down, capturing her so completely.

  “You’re so fucking tasty and so damn responsive.” Chance’s words drew her newly opened eyes. “I’m going to guess that was a long time in coming for you.” His sudden grin acknowledged the pun. “Now, I’m going to get down to business.”

  He put his lips on her pussy, using his tongue and teeth to lap and nip. She felt Chance’s fingers sliding up and down in their combined juices. Bailey moaned when he thrust those fingers into her. Logan turned her face toward him and covered her mouth, using his tongue to pillage and plunder, to suckle and take and give.

  There was only this, only the heat and the wet and the rhythm of these two men devouring her. The faint impression of being gobbled down flitted through her mind, but she released it.

  Logan lifted his lips from hers and kissed his way down to her chest. He tongued her nipple, the moist abrasion hardening that small nub until it felt impossibly tight. Then he sucked it into his mouth at the same time Chance sucked her clit, and Bailey flew apart once more.

  Chapter Nine

  “Look at me, baby.”

  The strength of Chance’s command compelled Bailey to obey. Had she dozed off for a moment? She thought she must have because her lover was no longer lying prone between her legs. On his knees between her spread thighs, Chance looked ready to plunder. His gaze locked on hers. The sight of his cock, hard and pointing straight up, covered with a condom, sent a thrill through her. With her clit still pulsing from the power of her last orgasm, she would have thought she couldn’t handle any more. One look at Chance’s cock and the heated desire on his face reawakened her arousal, sending salacious shivers through her body.

  Beside her, Logan had also moved. Also on his knees, Logan moved toward her head, giving her a pretty good idea what he wanted. He reached down, fisted his bare cock, and Bailey licked her lips.

  “Bailey.”

  Her gaze snapped back to Chance. “Chance.”

  “You’re ours.” He moved, a lithe and muscular predator. Crawling up her body, he loomed over her. He hung above her, supported by his arms, and rubbed his cock through her now sopping folds.

  When he didn’t move any more than that, when he waited, his gaze setting her on fire, she realized he wanted—or maybe needed—something from her. As unschooled as she was in this dance, she understood. As much as he needed, she needed, too.

  She needed to give him anything and everything. “Yes. I’m yours.”

  Chance lowered his head, his mouth covering hers as he thrust his hips forward. Bailey tasted herself on his lips and felt her feminine flesh stretching. She welcomed the slight sting, amazed that almost-pain seemed to spike her arousal. Chance’s hand slid beneath her hips, drawing her up, drawing her closer as he continued to thrust his cock in and out, each new forward motion bringing him deeper inside her. His hand gripped her bottom as he thrust one more time and buried his cock in her to the hilt.

  He lifted his head, licked his lips, and grinned. “You feel even better than you tasted, baby, and that’s saying something.”

  Bailey felt, for the first time in years, as if she was finally a woman, and a woman who was truly alive. She relished the fullness even as she wrapped her legs around Chance Benedict. If she was his, then he sure as hell was hers. That was a thought for later. Bailey needed to stay in the now. “Please fuck me.”

  “Don’t worry, Bailey James. I plan to. We both plan to. Over and over again.” He moved, his strokes rhythmic and slow and oh, so very deep. He gave his hips a tiny swirl, and she gasped when the nest of hair surrounding his cock brushed against her clit. He remained ranged over her, his arms supporting him, his gaze locked on hers. She could see his passion, right there in his eyes.

  “I think we need to include Logan in this party, don’t you?”

  He must have read her answer on her face because he moved onto his knees without pulling his cock from her pussy. He spread her legs over his arms, his hands now on her hips, which he’d raised, slightly, to rest on his lap. This new position pushed his cock deeper than it had been. She felt him brush against her cervix and shivered as that pinch, too, added to her horniness.

  A gentle stroke on her left cheek made her turn her head. There, so very close, Logan’s naked
cock awaited her attention. The tiny pearly drop of viscose liquid at the tip enticed her. He was close enough. She used her tongue to capture the glistening jewel. She tested the flavor on her tongue. Salty. Compelling. She’d never before sucked on a man’s cock, but at that moment, it was what she somehow needed to do more than she needed her next breath.

  Chance’s cock began to move in and out, fucking her pussy in a slow, shallow cadence. A glance in his direction showed her his gaze was riveted on her mouth.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Taste me.” Logan’s voice sounded impossibly deep. That, the sight of his hard, purple-headed cock, and his masculine scent drew her in, causing a fine hunger within. She reached up, cupped his balls, and opened her mouth. Logan leaned forward and slid his cock between her lips.

  Something about holding his hot, rigid shaft inside her mouth actually pleasured her. Unsure of the right way to perform fellatio, Bailey improvised. Logan moved, his cock surging in and then pulling back. Bailey moved her hand to his shaft and, fisting him at the base, let her tongue glide along his cock as he moved. Going on instinct, she treated him to tiny little sucking motions. He gifted her with more of his pre-cum. The presence of his nectar and his low moan let her know she was on the right track.

  “That is so fucking hot to watch.” Chance began to move faster, his motions less smooth and measured, more impassioned.

  Bailey gave over, to the heat and to the arousal. Letting go of every thought, she simply, as Chance had advised, let herself feel.

  Tingles and thrilling, electric spasms spread over every nerve ending. Need bubbled deep inside, erupting from her very core, and a great striving took over every bit of her will. Chance and Logan took her, yet in turn gave so much, and when they growled their release, when she swallowed Logan’s seed and her pussy clamped down, milking Chance’s cock, Bailey’s rapture consumed her once more—a fire so hot, so pure, so good, she believed herself remade, whole and new and free.