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

by Cara Covington

  An hour later, Logan was driving the three of them the short distance to Bailey’s apartment. Apparently, while Adam, Joe, and Damion had been briefing them, events had already been set in motion. Laci had brought another round of drinks and told Bailey that she was taking the rest of her shift. Their woman protested, of course, but Laci just shook her head.

  “We’ll talk,” Laci had said. “I know exactly what you’re going through, and so does Angela, because we’ve both had situations. You take this time. You deserve it.”

  Logan put the car’s turn signal on and, in another moment, pulled to the curb in front of Bailey’s apartment building. “Are you doing okay, sweetheart?” Chance’s attention hadn’t left Bailey since Adam had made that heartfelt declaration. His newly met cousins had not that long ago made a few comments about the moments of excitement that had landed in Lusty over the past couple of years, but neither he nor Logan had given those conversational tidbits much credence.

  Maybe when things calmed down in their own personal adventure, he’d spend some time and get all the details. For the moment, he was grateful Adam Kendall had spoken so fervently.

  “It’s just…” Bailey sighed and looked from him to Logan. “I had just been thinking about how this place felt like home to me. How I’d finally found someplace to belong. Now it turns out that wasn’t fanciful. It was the truth.” A single tear slid down her face. “It’s a lot to take in. Despite the danger I might be facing, despite the fear I feel for others ending up in harm’s way thanks to my stupid bad luck…I think this has been one of the best days of my life. And I almost feel as if I’m a horrible human being to be thinking and feeling all that when someone else I know has been murdered.”

  “No, sweetheart.” Logan shut off the car and turned in his seat to face her. “You’re only human.”

  “Let’s get inside, grab a few of your things, and then go home.” Chance winced, inwardly, having referred to their house as her home. He held his breath, but she only nodded. That smile on her lips could be stronger, but it was still sweet. He bent over, kissed those lips lightly, and wiped the track of that lone tear.

  This wasn’t their first time inside her apartment. It was really quite nice, for the size. It hadn’t surprised him to learn that not only was her monthly rent very affordable, the apartment had come completely furnished.

  “I don’t have a lot of stuff here anyway. I’ll just throw my clothes in a bag. Won’t take me very long.”

  Chance could already read Bailey well enough that he understood she wanted a couple of moments to herself. When she left them in the living room, he looked at Logan. There was one crucial thing she’d revealed to them, and he and his brother had to start thinking about what that meant for them and the future they’d begun to think about—a future they wanted with Bailey James.

  “Lusty is her place,” Logan said. He shook his head. “I felt I belonged on the farm where we grew up, and I’ve felt I belonged at college. In the city, too, when we bought that large house so we could have a place to work. I can’t imagine not feeling as if I don’t belong.”

  “Yes, Lusty is her place. We can’t take that from her.”

  “No. We can’t. We won’t.”

  “Okay, here’s my suitcase and my overnight bag.” Bailey came into the room and set her bag near the kitchen table. “I just have one more thing to grab.”

  She walked over to the corner curio shelf and picked up the lone item there. “Come on, Rufus. We’re going to stay with these guys for a while.”

  “I don’t think we’ve met your friend.” Chance had noticed the ugly-assed tiny statue, of course, but hadn’t said anything about it. Ugly or not, if Bailey loved it, then so did he.

  Bailey grinned, a really wide, full-hearted grin. If that ugly dragon caused that smile, that joy, then it’s pure gold.

  She held him up, displaying him to them both. Chance took a really good look at it. The figure was that of a dragon, his talons dug into an orb, which might or might not symbolize the Earth. Gray in color, coarse looking, Rufus immediately put Chance in mind of those paint-your-own statue kits he used to buy with his allowance when he was a kid.

  “Rufus is my spirit guide. He’s unattractive and unassuming, like me. But also like me, he’s hanging on for all he’s worth. And yet, despite everything he is a dragon, so he has the potential, at least, for some fierceness—of being able to breathe fire when the need is greatest.”

  If Chance hadn’t already been in love with her, he would have fallen right then and there. He stepped forward and ran a finger over Rufus’s rough exterior. Then he met her gaze and made sure she was focused on him before he continued. “You’re not unattractive, Bailey James. You’re the most beautiful woman Logan and I have ever seen.” He used his finger to lift her chin and give her another light kiss. “As for this guy? He’s as welcome as you are. So, let’s go home and find him the perfect place to settle in.”

  * * * *

  Bailey figured it was a testimony to how on edge and off balance she was that she’d actually shared her true feelings about Rufus. Not that he was a big part of her life, necessarily. But she really had felt in sync with that little dragon right from the beginning, based on their mutual plainness.

  Though in Rufus’s case, plain was inching into ugly, but of course, she’d never tell him that.

  She couldn’t even explain adequately why she felt such attachment to an inanimate figurine. Was it because his persona represented, in a very real sense, her last day working for Dirk Townsend?

  She really didn’t have any concrete answers. She only knew that she felt better for having him around. That feeling had started back when, in a very real sense, the unimpressive dragon had seemed to be her only friend.

  Now she had real friends, but their presence in her life in no way diminished the importance of her little spirit guide.

  “How about if we set him right here?” Bailey indicated the dresser that stood against the wall opposite the huge bed in the master suite.

  “As long as it doesn’t bother you having him watch us making love.” Logan’s tone gave nothing away, but there was that twinkle in his eye that told her he was teasing her. “I’ve heard some parents can freak out at the possibility.”

  Bailey set Rufus on a doily that sat empty in the center of the dresser. The entire room had the look of a space that had been empty, until very recently. She turned back toward the men. Folding her arms and tilting her head, she considered them. “He is a dragon, I’ll remind you, and my spirit guide, not my child. As I said, a dragon and, yes, my dragon and I think, in his way, my guardian. He might mistake the situation and believe you’re hurting me and zap you with a shot of sizzling flames right on your naked butt. If you’re okay with that possibility, I’m okay with the idea he might watch us make love.”

  Chance laughed. “The bedroom’s a fine place for Rufus, but you don’t need to hide him up here. We don’t mind if you’d rather have him in the living room or kitchen, like he was in your apartment.”

  “Here is good, I think. I had him on that shelf in the apartment because I spent most of my time between the kitchen and living room. I could see him wherever I was. I have a feeling I won’t be spending most of my time in either the kitchen or the living room in this house.”

  Logan let his eyes go wide. “No? You mean you think you’re going to spend most of your time right here, in the bedroom?”

  “Mmm hmm. Am I wrong in that assumption?”

  “Hell, no.” He reached out and took hold of her wrist and gently tugged her into his arms.

  Chance moved in so that he pressed against her back. If felt damn near perfect to be between them, to have their heat become her heat, to feel cocooned between the solidity of their hard, masculine bodies.

  “Good.” Bailey licked her lips. She’d never envisioned herself as the kind of woman who would ever be needy, who would ever crave to cling, if even for a short time. She’d lived her life as a woman who’d al
ways faced each day head-on, ready to tackle whatever came next. She’d faced some hard choices early and, essentially, alone.

  But in this moment, she wanted to escape and hide away in whatever this was between them. It didn’t even matter if she had to beg.

  “Please. I need…” The words failed her, but these men didn’t.

  “You don’t have to beg, baby.” Chance kissed her ear and stroked his hands down her arms.

  “This is our sanctuary. What you need, you get. Because we need this to be our sanctuary, too.” Logan leaned forward and kissed her lips. Not a hot, carnal kiss that dragged her libido under. No, he gave her a gentle, sweet kiss that completely demolished her emotions.

  They showed her, by their utter acceptance, that what she needed, they needed, too.

  No more words were spoken, or necessary. Fast and smooth, Logan and Chance bared her then bared themselves. Logan lifted her into his arms, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him. The sensation of his naked, erect cock nestling between the lips guarding her slit sent a shiver of horniness rushing through her.

  She had the sense in her periphery that Chance moved back. And then she heard the sound of the linens being pulled away from the bed. Logan used one knee to bring them onto the mattress and laid her flat. His lips covered hers, and his kiss went from questing to carnal in a heartbeat. His tongue danced with hers as his mouth suckled, and she had the feeling he drank her down. She fell into his kiss, wrapping herself around him even more tightly and giving him everything. He lifted his lips far too soon. But then he eased her up toward the headboard at the same time he gently slid out of her grasp. Moving down her body, he spread her legs and used his mouth on her pussy.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Bailey arched her back, the pleasure from Logan’s lips and tongue on her intimate flesh so sharp, so pure, she didn’t know how much she could take while, at the same time, she wanted him to never, ever stop pleasuring her.

  She felt the bed dip and knew Chance had joined them. He crawled across the bed toward her, not stopping until he loomed over her, his face inches from her own, the heat of his breath bathing her brow.

  “You’re so damn sexy in your pleasure.” His whispered words caressed her cheek. When he reached out and turned her head, she opened her eyes, licked her lips, and raised her head just enough to connect their lips.

  He immediately took over the kiss, pressing down until she was once more lying supine, her head cradled on the pillow.

  The heat of him, the pure sexuality of him, overwhelmed her senses. Together Logan and Chance Benedict were a very intoxicating combination.

  Chance’s flavor thrilled her, enraptured her, and made her hunger for more. He used his tongue as a fine weapon, slaying any desire for anything but this—this heat, this sharing, this loving.

  Bailey couldn’t get enough of loving or of being loved. As her arousal swirled and soared, need evolved into desperation. The arousal rushing through her with Logan’s mouth feasting on her pussy and the carnal indulgence of Chance’s kiss pushed her beyond her control.

  When Chance ended their kiss, she licked her lips to keep his essence close. Lust flared in his eyes, sparking a fire within her own soul.

  “Chance, please, I really need to suck your cock.”

  “Bailey.” Chance said only her name, and then he moved, raising himself up onto his knees and edging closer.

  The moment the scent of his sex filled her, she shot her tongue out and lapped up the single dewy drop he’d brought her. The taste announced itself to her soul. Salty, savory, lover. Her body recognized these men as it had recognized no others. Her previous, limited experience with making love had been a matter of thinking, of mechanics, and a bottomless well of insecurity and self-doubt.

  This was basic, raw, and natural. And more than that, this was necessary to her continued existence. In that moment, she believed to the depths of her soul that if she didn’t have these two men, she just might die.

  Bailey reached one hand out to cup Chance’s scrotum and the other down to Logan’s head. She cupped, and she combed, and she began to do some feasting of her own.

  How could I have guessed I would love sucking cock? That thought formed and shimmered and then faded away as Bailey dove into the moment. She sucked Chance’s cock deep, laving her tongue over his shaft. Then she eased back, swirled her tongue over the tiny eye, swallowing his flavor as she wallowed in the thrill of him. Between her thighs, Logan hummed his pleasure. Overhead, Chance groaned his, and Bailey reveled in her womanhood.

  The sounds, the scents, and the sensations swirled into one experience, one state of being that fed every one of Bailey’s carnal cravings. She gave, she took, she soared.

  “Damn, baby. So good.” Chance’s words encouraged her, and she used her fingers to caress his balls even as she drew his cock deeper, even as she sucked harder.

  “You’re so tasty, so beautiful.” Logan’s words moaned against her slit sent the vibrations of his voice to every one of her erogenous spots. She shivered and whimpered, passing that same thrill on to Chance.

  She felt Logan’s fingers caressing her pussy lips before they delved inside her. He used those fingers to fuck her, and she sensed he searched for her sweet spot.

  He found it and tossed her off the cliff.

  Chance’s shout announced his rapture. Bailey swallowed, each spurt of his ejaculation a thrill to her, each wave of her own climax transforming her, healing her, and giving her a glimpse of true ecstasy.

  Chance groaned as he moved, sliding down the bed until he lay beside her. He gathered her close and kissed the top of her head.

  Logan crawled up the bed, turned her head toward him, and laid his mouth over hers. She moaned as the flavor of her juices mixed with his unique taste. Her oh-so recently sated libido awakened and began to mewl for more. She reached down and fisted his cock.

  Logan grinned through their kiss, raised his head, and chuckled. “Unhand me, woman. I have a plan, now that you’re in the rosy afterglow of orgasm.”

  Bailey sighed her disappointment but released his cock. He stretched out beside her, moving in to spoon her when Chance drew her back into his arms. Her head on one lover’s chest, her ass against the stiff cock of her other lover, Bailey sighed again, this time in pleasure.

  She freaking loved being between these two men.

  “We’re going to snuggle, the three of us,” Logan said. He ran his hand down her side then brought it up and let his fingers play across her bottom. He ran those evilly delicious fingers up and down the crack of her ass. “Then, when Chance has recovered, I’m going to enjoy watching you ride him as he fucks your pussy.”

  “I don’t know how fast I can recover,” Chance said. “Bailey has a very talented mouth.”

  Bailey smiled. Yeah, she was da bomb.

  “That she does. I have absolute faith that our sexy woman will help you in your recovery time, brother.”

  Bailey felt a shiver deep inside. She didn’t need any recovery time. What she really needed was to give Logan an orgasm. “What will you be doing while your brother fucks my pussy?”

  “Playing with your ass.” He gently rubbed one finger over her tiny rosebud. “And when Chance is finished fucking you, then it’s my turn. But I don’t want your pussy. I want to fuck your ass. Will you give it to me?”

  Bailey’s heart rate tripled, and her nipples turned rock hard. Her breath quickened, and a shaft of sexual hunger speared from her nipples to her clit…to her anus.

  She’d never seriously considered having anal sex before these men became her lovers. But now…a new craving, dark and feral, made itself known. She wanted to know what it would be like to have these men’s cocks in her ass. She even wanted to know what it would be like to have them fuck her at the same time.

  Bailey James had never been a woman of adventure…not until she’d found her spirit guide and left her home. But now she hungered, and she craved. She wanted everything. Sated, secure within
this bed, she dared to demand.

  “Yes. I want your cock in my ass. I want Chance’s cock in my ass, too. And I want something else, something I’ve only ever heard about. I want you both inside me at the same time. I don’t even know if that’s possible, but that’s what I want.” Saying the words grew her hunger. “I really want to have you both every way I can have you.”

  “Baby, your words just got me hard and raring to go.” Chance moved, lifting her over him as he rolled fully onto his back. Her knees found a soft landing on the mattress on either side of his hips. His cock had indeed recovered, and the hot silk of his erection pulsing against her slit felt better than good.

  It felt damn near perfect.

  “And to answer your question, yes, we can both fuck you at the same time. One of us in your pussy and the other in your ass. But that is for another day.”

  “Here, sweetheart.” Logan might not have changed his position from when he’d so recently spooned her, but that wasn’t to say he’d remained still. The bedside table drawer was still open and less the condom he was holding out toward her.

  Bailey took the wrapped protection from him then eased down Chance’s legs just enough so she could easily sheath his cock.

  The lover beneath her sucked in a breath as she pumped his latex-covered erection a couple of times. She met his gaze and grinned. “Just making sure it’s well and truly in place.”

  “Vixen.”

  Chance had the truth of it. There was something decidedly sexy about the sensation of his hard heat covered in slick latex snug in her hand that simply did it for her. He called her a vixen, and no label had ever pleased her more.