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

by Cara Covington

  They were content, apparently, to care for her. Being true to their word, they were playing “licensed massage therapist” and were willing to wait until later to “play doctor.”

  I suppose that’s the difference between taking on a man—or two—and taking on a boy. Although she hadn’t realized it until just then, both of her past lovers had been young, her own age, and she hadn’t been with anyone for about three years.

  Ari sighed and just let her thoughts turn off. The water felt wonderful, being bathed felt wonderful, and the sound of the jets soothed her.

  The jets stopped and the water began to drain. Ari blinked her eyes open when Jackson lifted her from the tub.

  “Huh.”

  “Good girl, you did what you were told to do and relaxed.”

  Cord brought a towel, which the two of them then managed to wrap around her, and Jackson sat with her on his lap as they both very carefully dried her.

  “A little too well. I think I dozed off. Sorry.”

  “If you think we’re upset about that, you’d be wrong.” Cord grinned. “A woman doesn’t fall asleep in such a vulnerable position unless she trusts the men she’s with.”

  “Or is just plain stupid,” Ari said.

  “Brat.” Jackson gave her a little swat on her ass—lifting her, tilting her, and delivering it as if she weighed nothing at all. “We like our interpretation of the event better.”

  “That stung.” She gave them her best pouty face. Somewhere in the back of her mind her inner imp wore a shocked face. She was flirting and teasing and doing a damned good job of it, too.

  “Mmm.” Jackson met her gaze. “And it just made your sweet little pussy gush. Makes a man wonder what your reaction would be to a full, all-out spanking.”

  “You just keep on wondering about that little thing.” She believed in being honest but there was no reason to tell him that he was absolutely right—her pussy had gushed when he’d swatted her.

  Maybe there’s something to that erotic pain thing, after all. If things went the way she hoped, maybe she’d explore that part of her nature with these men.

  We might be together long enough to scratch some mutual itches and make a few discoveries.

  Ari not only believed in being honest, but in being realistic. She knew that some relationships did last. She’d seen more of those since coming to Lusty than she’d imagined had actually existed before.

  That didn’t mean she could make one last. She believed that people were the products of their upbringing, and their genetics. She had only to look at her mother to know how she would likely fair in the relationship department.

  Fuck, I hate it when thoughts of that person enter my mind.

  “You’ll get another swat if you let your mind wander to yucky stuff again, Tinker Bell.”

  Jackson picked her up and carried her to, and then through, one of the two doors that had been built into either end of the bathroom.

  “Whose bedroom is this?”

  “Mine.”

  She’d known, of course, before he’d told her. There was something in the way he carried her that was different from the way Cord did it.

  Cord carried her as if she was a princess to be treated delicately. Jackson carried her the way she imagined a warrior might carry a woman who was part of his spoils of war.

  She almost expected him to toss her onto the bed. But he stopped and just held her for a moment. Cord trailed them, and put a fresh, large bath sheet on the center of the bed.

  Jackson let his gaze roam her body, and for the first time since they’d undressed her, she was conscious of her nudity. But since he seemed to like what he was seeing, she felt aroused instead of self-conscious.

  “So, you wax that little pussy of yours, do you?”

  “Well, one of my coworkers does. It’s one of the services we offer at the spa, and it’s difficult to do your own. I find it cooler in the summer.”

  “Maybe the Texas heat isn’t so bad, after all.” He laid her on the bed. “Get on your tummy, Tinker Bell. We’re each going to massage one of your legs with medicated liniment.”

  “It’s the same kind we use on ourselves, so we know it works,” Cord said.

  “So I get, like, what, jock ointment on me?”

  “Jock ointment is far better than horse liniment,” Jackson said.

  “Isn’t that what you should use? After all, I ache from riding a horse.” She thought the question a logical one.

  Cord shook his head. “Red, horse liniment is for use on horses. And while some of the older generation would use it on themselves, it’s really not a good idea.”

  “Huh. I didn’t know that.” She rolled over onto her stomach.

  “Spread your legs, woman.”

  Jackson’s command, in a voice suddenly much deeper than normal, made her shiver.

  “No matter how turned on you get, Red, please do not try to move in such a way as to get our hands close to your cunt.”

  That was quite an arrogant statement. Actually, it was the first really arrogant one either one of them had uttered. “Have much of an ego there, Mr. Benedict?”

  “Not really. Baby, I learned from painful personal experience that these liniment covered hands must not touch delicate, intimate flesh.”

  They uncapped the ointment and the scent of it filled the air, and understanding dawned.

  “You’re both going to torture me, aren’t you? You’re going to get me all hot and bothered and there won’t be anything I can do about it.” Where the hell did I learn to flirt like this? Ari guessed she must have been paying close attention to all the people around her all these years and picked it up subconsciously.

  “No, Tinker Bell. We’re going to be your very own personal massage therapists. Just lie down and try not to get too horny.”

  Just for that, Ari decided she wouldn’t get horny at all. That shouldn’t be difficult for me. Considering that, other than the night before, it hadn’t really happened to her to date. Jackson and Cord had aroused her some, and that was certainly a first. But she’d heard that the brain was the biggest sexual organ of them all, and her brain was better than most.

  Barely five minutes into her massage, and she had to rethink her entire strategy.

  Chapter 7

  Ari made a sound she’d never even heard before. Half moan, half groan, it emerged unbidden.

  The combination of pain, relief, and arousal stunned her in its intensity. Their hands worked her legs, thighs to calves to ankles. The liniment warmed and the pressure they applied only hurt where the knots had already formed in her muscles. And as the men hit those knots, one by one, they began to loosen.

  “We took a course, in the off-season, our first year in the NFL,” Cord said. “We’d already had strains and pains and learned how to apply ice and heat properly.”

  “It just made sense to learn how to do this, too,” Jackson said. “That way we could help each other. Though I have to say, brother, Tinker Bell’s legs sure do feel a hell of a lot sexier under my hands than yours ever did.”

  Ari chuckled. Despite the sensations running through her, their banter tickled her funny bone. “Well, slick, I’m really glad to hear that. Ow!” He’d given her another stinging little smack on her ass. “Watch where you put that liniment. Didn’t you just tell me you had to be careful?”

  “I’m being careful.” Jackson leaned forward and placed a kiss on her shoulder. “And if I slip you can always give your lady parts relief by soaking in a tub of cool water. In the meantime, I’ll give you a little swat whenever you get cheeky—because I can, and you like it.”

  “If you get that liniment on my lady parts, buster, you’ll be joining me in that cool soak, I can promise you that.”

  Both men chuckled. “She’s a feisty little thing,” Jackson said. “I like that.”

  “So do I,” Cord said. “There’s nothing worse than a wimpy woman, in my estimation.”

  “Well, a conniving one is pretty bad, too,” Jackson sai
d. “We’ve had a couple of those in our lives, but not our bed, thank the Good Lord.”

  “Oh, you poor babies. It must be hard having women throw themselves at you, women who are only interested in getting into your bank accounts—or getting themselves spotlighted in the press.”

  “It is!” Cord said. “It’s demoralizing to discover a woman’s only interested in what you can give them monetarily and not who you are as a man.”

  “I guess a lot of women feel that same way when they go out with a man who just wants to get laid,” Ari said.

  Silence met that statement. Ari found that their massage no longer made her feel lethargic. In fact, she was becoming more energetic and more aroused by the minute.

  “Well shit,” Jackson said. “I never looked at it that way.”

  “I can’t say that I have, either,” Cord said. “But you’re right, sweetheart. I guess men are really pretty base creatures at their core.”

  Ari had never heard a man admit such a thing. Clearly, both brothers Benedict were a cut above the average guy. “So are a lot of women,” Ari said. “I’ve worked with women, and I hear them talk. Oh, not the ones here in Lusty, but at my last few jobs? They can be a mercenary and petty bunch, I have to be honest with you. So it doesn’t surprise me that you’ve had the experience of women being after you without consideration of the men you are.”

  “There’s no shortage of phonies in the world in either gender, that’s for sure,” Jackson said. “But there aren’t any in this bedroom.”

  “Phonies? No. People with baggage? That’s another thing all together.” She couldn’t yet bring herself to tell them of all the things she’d experienced. Maybe she would, in time. Funny, but just two days and already the idea wasn’t quite as frightening as it had been.

  Just two days? Who am I kidding? I’ve been mellowing and changing since I set foot in this town. I am a totally different woman than the one who applied for the job at the spa.

  Their hands continued to massage, but the stroke of their fingers on her flesh seemed more like a caress than anything therapeutic.

  Her nipples felt as if they’d entered a permanent state of pebble-dom, and she wondered if she was leaving a wet spot on the towel.

  Arousal grew, becoming an actual hunger inside of her. Experimenting, she undulated her hips against the bed. A shiver coursed through her as her clit brushed the textured surface of the towel. Oh goodness, that felt good.

  She moaned when yet another smack landed on her ass and the sting of it just made the good feel even better.

  “You don’t need to take care of that for yourself, Ari. We’ll do it for you. Don’t be in such a hurry.”

  Despite the fact that Jackson’s swats aroused her, she thought it might not be a good idea to let him get away with it. “Hey!” Ari looked over her shoulder at Cord. “How come you’re letting him smack me like that? You’re not smacking me!”

  “Well, to be honest, for one thing, I like watching him smack your ass. It’s kind of nice and pink at the moment, and that is getting me really horny. And for the other, I prefer a paddle, myself, but I don’t have one with me at the moment.”

  “I think you better get on that, Cord. Miss Ari is already proving to be a handful…as well as wonderfully responsive to a spanking.”

  “You haven’t given me a spanking yet.” Ari wondered about whatever it was that had dwelled in her that had lain dormant all these years that was now just coming to life. Not just that those couple of swats had actually gotten her hot, but thinking about being laid across either man’s lap and spanked…hell, that image was proving to be one giant, wet turn-on.

  “Oh, baby, you are so going to get it one of these days.” Jackson leaned over and kissed her shoulder again. “How do your legs feel now, Tinker Bell?”

  Ari focused and discovered that most of the discomfort was gone. “Much better, thank you. But now I have this fierce itch that needs to be scratched.”

  “Is that right?” Cord changed his massaging touch to a caress, down her leg, back up, and a sweet little brush against her ass cheek.

  Ari didn’t demand, she didn’t give him a smart-ass comeback. She did something she’d rarely, if ever, done.

  She whimpered in absolute need.

  “You go,” Cord said.

  It took Ari a moment to realize that Cord had spoken to his brother when that man left the bed. She heard water running in the bathroom and then the sound of him washing his hands. Jackson was back a few moments later with a warm, wet washcloth, which he used to wipe the excess liniment off her body. When he was done, and had dried her, Cord got off the bed, likely to return the linens and wash his own hands.

  The sound of a zipper opening caught her attention. She turned over just in time to watch Jackson Benedict drop his pants to the floor.

  Ari couldn’t help but swallow at the sight of his erect cock. She’d suspected the man had a larger package than she’d ever seen before. Now she knew for certain that he did.

  She licked her lips and realized that he was standing stock still, letting her look her fill. Cord came back into the bedroom and stood beside his brother.

  “My, my, Red, you look just like a kid in a candy store.” He reached for his zipper, drawing her attention to him as he, too, shucked his pants.

  Good Lord, he’s huge, too!

  “Well at least now I know why they call you two The Wonder Twins!”

  Both men burst out laughing, and then they climbed on the bed. Cord ranged himself on her left side, and Jackson stretched out beside her on her right.

  Ari had used humor to cover up a very real spurt of nerves. Sex had never been a comfortable proposition for her. She wasn’t stupid enough to think it was painful for every woman, every time. She had never really been aroused, or very wet. Both of those conditions she’d experienced a little already today. She had hope that she’d get hotter and wetter and that with these men, the experience would be different.

  But she only had hope, not experience, not yet.

  Cord turned her face toward him, and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “What has you worried, sweetheart?”

  She couldn’t prevent those nerves of hers from finding voice. “Will you even fit?”

  Ari wasn’t certain what emotion flashed like quicksilver across his face. He cupped her cheek and raised her face until he could meet her gaze. “We’ll fit. We won’t hurt you, Ari. If we think there’ll be a problem, we’ll use lubricant.”

  “You brought lube with you to Lusty?”

  “No, Tinker Bell,” Jackson said. She looked at him. “We went out and got ourselves all sorts of interesting supplies right after the first time we laid eyes on you.” Jackson continued to meet her gaze for a moment. “And no, we didn’t buy them here. We went into Waco, to one of the malls.”

  Cord stroked her cheek again, and she turned back to look at him. He bent over her, and gave her a soft, chaste kiss. Then, his gaze on hers, he slid his hand from her cheek, to her neck, and then down, softly, between her breasts. His fingers slowly stroked the underside of her left breast. He let his fingers gently trail over her nipple.

  That little bud drew up and became even tighter than it already was, and the sensation bordered on painful.

  “Which one of us do you want first, sweetheart?” Cord asked.

  “No. I…I only want to decide yes, or no. I want the two of you to figure things out between you. I know that sounds like that wimpy woman you both don’t like.” She didn’t know if she could explain to them in a way that wouldn’t sound pathetic. She really did just want to be taken care of, a little.

  “Ari?”

  Jackson’s voice, deeper and sexier than usual, drew her gaze.

  “It doesn’t sound wimpy at all. To us, it sounds perfect. So just relax, baby. We’ve got you, and we’re going to take care of you.”

  He lowered his head toward her. Ari sighed, closed her eyes, raised her face to meet his and parted her lips.

  Jackson’
s lips wooed hers. Back and forth, the wet heat seduced her, drawing her in, drawing her down so she became immersed in him completely. His tongue slid against hers, a gentle kind of stroking that urged her to open wider, to surrender.

  She loved his flavor and the tiny little bit of suction he used, as if he would fuse their mouths together with not an ounce of air between them.

  Though different, he and Cord were hands down the best kissers she’d ever known.

  When he lifted his lips from hers, her eyes drifted open. The heat that glittered back at her from his gaze warmed something inside her that had been cold for a long, long time.

  “I like the taste of you, Ari. I’m going to taste you some more—all over.”

  He began to kiss a trail down her chest, and when he swirled his tongue around her nipple, a sound of pleasure teased her throat. Cord turned her head and met her gaze. His lips were spread in a sweet smile.

  “I like that look on you. Like you’re letting yourself go, and just enjoying. I want to see more of it.” He laid his lips on hers. His kiss went from light to carnal in a heartbeat. She still had the essence of his brother on her tongue and for an instant the flavors combined, the taste of two men of strength, and it was the most erotic sensation ever.

  She returned his kiss, her tongue eager to slip and slide. Arousal built through the tongue of one man that danced with hers and the tongue of the other that lapped at her skin and swirled around at her nipple. Her hands needed a part of this wonderment, too, and drifted down, one around Cord’s neck, and one down to rest on Jackson’s head.

  Cord eased his lips from hers and delivered butterfly kisses to her eyes, then moved down her face to her cheeks and her chin. He licked a path down her neck. When his mouth settled over her other nipple, she cried out and laid her hand on his head.

  Both nipples being sucked at the same time felt incredible, arousing her as she’d never been aroused, sending exciting tingles throughout her body. She’d believed her breasts held no pleasure for her, but she’d been wrong.