Covington, Cara - Love Under Two Lawmen [The Lost Collection] (Siren Menage Everlasting)

by Love Under Two Lawmen (lit)

  “I love you,” he whispered, and placed tiny little butterfly kisses on her cheeks, eyes and chin.

  He stepped back just a little. Warren stepped up behind her, and the heat of his body seeped into her. The men undressed her until she stood naked. They took turns bathing her, using another piece of her sacrificed chemise.

  Adam lifted her, laid her on the pallet he’d made. They washed her feet, and she didn’t think she’d ever been quite so cared for in her entire life.

  “Now roll over, baby, and I’ll show you what Peter’s mother taught me about making those sore muscles relax,” Adam said.

  Warren gave her one of his shirts that he’d folded to use as a pillow. Stretched out, she groaned the moment Adam put his hands on her shoulders and began to work the muscles. Then she felt another pair of hands, and groaned again as Warren set to work on her legs.

  “How does that feel?” Adam asked.

  “Oh, God. Don’t stop.” Amanda didn’t care that her words came out sounding weak and pathetic. The way they massaged her felt so good.

  “Just relax and let us take care of you. Go ahead and drift off if you want.”

  Their touch, their tenderness and their passion heated her, so that arousal became a gentle humming in her blood. “Mmm. But I want you. I want you both.” Even though she felt too relaxed to do anything about it at the moment, that much was true and it seemed vitally important, right then, that they know it.

  “Don’t worry,” Warren said. “You’ll have us. After we ease the soreness.”

  “Good.” Amanda wasn’t sure if she’d said that loud enough for them to hear. She felt herself nearing sleep, and as her muscles continued to relax, as the pain eased, she fell a little deeper into the land of slumber.

  Sounds tapered, so that she no longer heard the crackle of the fire or the music of insects. She became aware that no one was touching her. And then the heat returned, and she knew her lovers had joined her, on either side of her. She was safe and warm.

  The touch of male hands resumed, this time their caress more gentle, arousing. Eased onto her side, she recognized the presence of hard cocks, and the scent of hot male.

  “Yes,” she said that, softly, as she felt them press closer, press in. Adam’s cock filled her pussy, a hard, firm possession that thrilled and drew her from sleep. He pulled her closer to him and she breathed him in as her face nestled against his chest.

  Warren spread her ass cheeks. She felt the warm moist bathing of his tongue on her anus, and then pushed his erect cock against her, pushing until the ring of muscle gave way.

  “Oh, God, yes. Yes, fuck me.”

  “One flesh,” Adam said. “We are one flesh, Amanda Dupree. You belong to us just as we belong to you.”

  Amanda wouldn’t argue. She only wanted to take and to give. To love them here and now, while she had them. Later would be time enough to try and get these two amazing men to see the truth, to see reality from her point of view.

  Dropping those thoughts, Amanda let her lovers take her, as the friction of flesh, the thrust of hips and the sweet climb to rapture consumed her soul completely.

  * * * *

  “Hey, sleepy head. Want coffee?”

  Warren’s voice awakened her. Amanda groaned as she stretched. Blinking, she sat up to see the sun shining brightly, high in the sky. They’d covered her with a blanket last night but it lay pooled at her waist now. Warren crouched by the fire, with Adam nowhere in sight.

  “He left already?”

  “He was anxious to get to town so he could get back, so he left just before dawn. If all goes well, we can begin to make our way back to Denison tomorrow morning.”

  “I hope they have what we need in Tahlequah,” Amanda said.

  “Likely. It’s a pretty big city,” Warren said. “Adam’s been there before. Since Chief Smith knew what we were doing here, I wouldn’t be at all surprised to discover arrangements have already been made.”

  “The bank in Denison will take the deposit for us?”

  Warren nodded. “Absolutely. I’d been half afraid the ingots would have been stamped with some sort of ownership number or name. But as they’re not, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

  Amanda yawned, got to her feet and stretched. When she noticed Warren’s attention fixed on her naked body, she smiled. “Ownership name, like, United States of America?”

  Warren shook his head then gave her a smile that told her he was aware she’d just blatantly teased him. “Yes, or in this case, Confederate States of America.”

  “But they have no markings at all.” Amanda said.

  “Exactly. So, finders keepers.” Warren said.

  Amanda pulled on her remaining chemise. She planned to dress again in her shirt and pants, but she wanted to have a soak in the river first. Well, she wanted that soak second. First she wanted some coffee.

  Warren handed her a cup. Then he took up the bedding, gave it a shake, and folded it roughly to go over their two saddles that he’d moved close to the fire.

  Amanda thought he’d made a pretty good makeshift bench.

  “We never told you what we wanted to do with our half of the gold,” Warren said.

  “No, you didn’t,” Amanda agreed.

  “We’ve wanted some land of our own for awhile now,” Warren said. “After Maddox died, and Caleb, Josh and Sara settled down in that big house far from town, Adam and I began to think about buying a parcel close to them, further away from Waco.”

  “I remember you and Sarah talking about that at dinner,” Amanda said. She couldn’t help but grin. “Sarah was pretty peeved you wouldn’t let her just give you the land.”

  “She’s a warm and generous woman. Loyal to her friends.”

  “I haven’t known her long, but I got that. And I like her, a lot.”

  “I’d figured I’d buy another building in town, one with an office for me, and a bit of space in back for a couple of bunks. So some nights I’d stay in town, and then other’s I’d go home.”

  “If it’s a law office, you could buy a house, couldn’t you? Just off the main thoroughfare? Then you’d have a more convenient place to stay.”

  “Perhaps. With Adam resigning from the Rangers, he’d be busy most days running the ranch. I can even see myself putting away my law career in favor of learning how to ranch. Then I wouldn’t have to travel that much at all.”

  “And outside of town, close to friends, you’d be able to live as you choose,” Amanda said.

  “Which would be true,” Warren said as he got to his feet, “of three people just as easily as two. I’m going to set things to rights here, sweetheart. Why don’t you go have that swim I know you want?”

  Amanda felt small and mean, and that fact just made her even more depressed. She wasn’t trying to be difficult, and certainly didn’t want to hurt the two men she’d come to love.

  If they had a place far from town and close to friends, then yes, they could live as they chose.

  But would it last? And what would she do with herself all day? She needed more in life than keeping house and baking bread. She had a career, and that career made her feel free in a way she didn’t want to live without.

  For the rest of the morning her thoughts circled round and round this dilemma. Warren seemed to understand her mood, for he gave her space, and not unkindly, either.

  Just as she was getting sick of her own thoughts for company, a sound intruded on the stillness of the day. Squeaky, rhythmic, it seemed to be coming from atop the ridge behind them.

  Warren already held his rifle when she reached for hers. Together they stood, not completely certain what was coming toward them.

  They both sighed with relief when a wagon came into view, with Adam in the driver’s seat.

  * * * *

  Amanda sighed as she sank back into the wooden tub filled with steaming-hot water. Her eyes closed as she let her mind drift in purest pleasure.

  “You look like you’re in heaven,” Warren said.
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br />   He sat on the bed, still fully dressed. She knew he was waiting for Adam, waiting until he was here and the door locked before shedding his clothes.

  They were all a little more cautious when they were amongst civilization—even a civilization as rough and tumble as the one in Denison, Texas.

  “Do you think the bank owner has gotten over his shock yet?” Amanda asked.

  “Not likely. I do hope he’s made arrangements to transfer some of the money to the bank in Waco, though. Shouldn’t be a problem as both are owned by the same outfit.”

  “Yes, I imagine it’ll be a good idea for you both to have your money close at hand.”

  The sound of a key in the lock brought Amanda’s attention back to the present. The door opened then closed. Footsteps, and then, “You look very relaxed in that bath, sweetheart.”

  “I am.” She opened her eyes just long enough to meet Adam’s gaze, then closed them again, listening to the sounds of movement. A kiss. Her smile spread.

  “You could have started without me. I would have just joined in the moment I returned,” Adam said.

  “I thought I’d let Amanda enjoy her soak first,” Warren said.

  “So what did the sheriff say?” Amanda asked, keeping her eyes closed.

  “Basically, he took my statement about Bodine and Baker, and is going to send a telegram to the appropriate authorities in the territory to notify them. As for the gold, he says since there’re no markings on it, and since the War Department in Washington long ago claimed the lost Confederate gold was stolen at the end of the war and then distributed in the Confederate states, it certainly can’t be that. Basically, Red Hill said it’s our gold. Oh, and he said congratulations, too.”

  “Good.” Amanda felt her smile widen.

  “I also got us train tickets to Waco, leaving early the day after tomorrow.”

  When she heard nothing more, she opened her eyes and encountered two very unabashed male gazes.

  “What are y’all staring at?”

  “You,” Adam said. “Just you. Wet. Naked. Beautiful.”

  Amanda felt her cheeks heat. Considering all they’d shared these last few months, it amazed her she could still blush at all.

  “Must be the red hair,” Warren said to Adam, “that makes her blush so easily.”

  “If you were gentlemen, you’d remove your clothes so I wouldn’t feel so…naked and on display.”

  Adam turned his head to look at Warren. “I never told her I was a gentleman. What about you?”

  “Nope,” Warren said. “I never made such a claim, either.”

  “Careful, sweetheart,” Adam said when he saw her raise her hand in the water. “If you toss water our way, you’ll get your side of the bed wet.”

  “That’s not my side of the bed. I sleep in the middle.”

  “Unless you throw water on this side of the bed,” Warren agreed.

  “I’ve made dinner reservations for us, too,” Adam said, “down the street at Bobby’s, where we ate before. I was thinking we’d have a good dinner, then come back here and engage in some very naked fun.”

  “Then I guess I’d better carry on with my bath,” Amanda said.

  “We’ll just watch,” Warren agreed.

  Amanda didn’t doubt their gazes were riveted on her and that they took in every movement, every stroke of the cloth as she bathed herself. But she wondered if they realized the significance of their poses. They sat close together, two long-time lovers, connected so completely she knew they’d be lovers for life. They’d been together, a couple, before they’d met her, and they’d likely remain one once she returned home. They belonged together, and they belonged in Texas.

  Amanda loved them more than she’d ever believed herself capable of loving.

  There will never be anyone else for me.

  She knew that to be true, even as she knew one more truth.

  Sometimes love just wasn’t enough. She’d thought and thought, but no matter how she looked at things, there was no place for her here, in Texas, with them.

  Chapter 25

  Adam had thought they’d all three wolf down their dinners, considering this was the first decent meal they’d had in weeks.

  Instead, each of them seemed content to savor every bite.

  It hadn’t taken them long to decide on their meals. He and Amanda had ordered steak, Warren the roast beef.

  Warren had also chosen a bottle of wine, and although Adam didn’t know wines at all, this one tasted good.

  Silence seemed to reign this night, and he realized the lack of chatter said more than a thousand words ever could have.

  Adam’s gaze slid to Amanda, and he smiled at the look of contentment on her face as she slowly chewed her steak. She took a sip from her wine glass, letting her gaze meet his, only for a moment, as she did.

  We’re losing her.

  Just as he’d known those few short weeks before they’d been in imminent danger, so he knew this night that they were losing her. He didn’t know what more either he or Warren could do to convince her to stay with them.

  She’d insisted on sitting on the opposite side of the table from them tonight as if she was already trying to separate herself from them. As if she could really do that simply by choosing where to sit at a dinner table.

  We’ll just see about that.

  The table next to them sat vacant, affording them a modicum of privacy. Adam picked up his own wine glass, took a sip, and made sure Amanda read the look of heat he knew she could see in his eyes. He planned, very soon, to strip her naked and have his lusty way with her, over and over and over again.

  “Did I tell you that gown looks lovely? The green turns your eyes to emerald fire.” He saw his compliment unnerved her a little, and he wondered if perhaps they should have wooed her more than they had.

  “Ah…thank you,” Amanda blushed.

  “It’s going to be even lovelier when it’s in a heap on the floor and we have you naked and writhing between us,” Warren’s quiet declaration made Amanda reach for her glass of wine again.

  There. That polite expression she’d been trying to wear vanished with Warren’s words, and her fiery eyes shimmered a deeper green.

  Adam wasn’t surprised Warren understood their woman and had come to the same conclusion as he. The man’s empathic sense was astounding.

  “I won’t be the only one writhing,” Amanda whispered.

  “Oh, absolutely not,” Adam agreed. He gave Warren a sideways glance. “I think I can guarantee we’ll all do our share of writhing.”

  Amanda shook her head and turned her attention back to her meal. Adam smiled because she began to eat just a little faster.

  As he continued to enjoy his own dinner, he let his thoughts relive the last three months, from the moment he turned on the train platform in Waco and met Amanda’s gaze for the first time, to now.

  They had her body and her heart, he realized. Somehow, they’d failed to reach her mind. He didn’t know how to show her the three of them could have a life together. He knew they could because he’d watched the Benedicts—a family of one woman with two men—make their place and begin their life journey together.

  Thoughts of the Benedicts reminded him of something. “I imagine Sarah would have given birth by now, don’t you think? There’ll be a brand new cousin for you to meet day after tomorrow when we get home.”

  Amanda’s smile widened. “My God, you’re right!” Her smile gentled. “I hope it went well for her. Sometimes first babies can be difficult, or so I’ve been told.”

  “I’m sure everything’s fine,” Warren said. “Maybe tomorrow we can pick up a little gift for them, for the new mother and the baby.”

  “I think Sarah would like that,” Amanda said.

  Adam wanted to get back to the hotel. It took everything in him not to rush them all along. The sun had set, but this night felt warmer than the last ones they’d spent on the trail.

  “What about the horses?” Amanda asked.


  The non sequitur confused Adam. “The horses?”

  “Yes, your horses and the one I borrowed from Sarah. If we’re going by train, what do we do about them?”

  Adam felt his face color. It didn’t help that Warren turned away because he couldn’t contain his own laughter.

  “Well, they get to ride the train, too, sweetheart. In one of the freight cars.”

  As she processed that bit of information her expression went from confused to nonplussed in three seconds flat.

  “You mean to tell me,” she said, stepping close and lowering her voice, “that we could have taken the train from Waco to Denison in the first place?”

  “Well, yes, of course we could have. But think of all the fun we’d have missed.”

  Her expression softened. “You’re right. I don’t think I would trade the time we had together for anything.”

  “And there’s more to come,” Warren said. He ran his hand down her back. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s go to bed.”

  * * * *

  They simply overwhelmed her.

  Using soft sighing kisses and long, silken touches, their hands and lips worshiped her. There could be no other word to describe the reverence, the gentleness, and the passion the men lavished on her. Amanda let herself go, tasting one’s lips and then the other’s. She shivered from the sensations they created in her. Her men knew how to touch her now, how to caress and tease so that her arousal climbed. On this night it was like a lazy winding river of pleasure that seduced her completely.

  They gave her no time to think, no time to react. One step inside the hotel room and they had their hands on her, undressing her, petting her.

  Adam braced her in his arms, his lips soft, tantalizing, and she began to relax into the rhythm of his kiss. And then Warren went down on his knees and put his mouth on her pussy, his tongue and lips kissing, tasting, nearly devouring her intimate flesh.

  He sucked her clit into his mouth, and Amanda cried out as ecstasy crashed through her, stealing the breath from her body and the strength from her legs.

  “Oh, God.” She’d had no control, no way to mete out or measure the fire that consumed her. She felt helpless in the face of their loving, and while an echo of warning skittered through her thoughts, they’d stolen her will as well, and she could only take whatever they chose to give her. Tonight, it seemed, they wanted to give her everything.