Love Under Two Outfitters by Cara Covington (the false prince series .txt) 📗

look like a place to drive. A minute later, he stopped the truck and turned the engine off.

Alice felt a touch on her chin, and then she was looking directly into Ian’s gaze. “I want you more than you can possibly imagine. I used to think that the kind of instant attraction we’re experiencing right now didn’t exist.

“You asked us to kiss you, and we will. You didn’t ask us to touch you, but we’re going to do that, too. However, it’s too early for us to make love to you. So, we’ll fool around some, on the blanket in the fading light of the afternoon. We’ll make out a little, as you called it.

“And we’ll begin to plan when and where and if we do any more than that.”

“You’re bossy. And no fun at all.” Alice knew the second accusation was entirely unfair. Worse, she wondered if maybe there wasn’t some truth in Jason’s allegation that she was more than a bit “spoiled.”

“I plead guilty to the first, baby girl,” Ian said. “It’s probably for the best that you know that, going in—or before I do. Let’s see if you want to revisit the second in an hour or so.”

Alice knew exactly what these two men saw in her expression. A combination of shock and extreme arousal. No man had ever spoken to her like that, and no man had ever looked at her the way these two Kendalls were devouring her with their eyes.

They both opened their doors at the same time, and both got out of the truck. While Ian turned and reached behind his seat, Ken reached for her. Ken lifted her off the seat and set her feet on the ground. Then he gave her a short, totally unsatisfactory peck on the lips, a peck that should not have made her pussy soften and her nipples tighten.

Ian came up behind them, and before she understood what was happening, he’d handed the blanket to Ken and turned her to face him.

He lifted her and wrapped one arm around her waist. “Arms and legs around me now, baby. That’s it. Perfect. Now, hang on.”

Alice hadn’t meant to just blindly obey his commands like that. I’ll have to have a long talk with my body. It may not overrule my brain. I have a very good…

All thinking ceased because Ian took that moment to lay his mouth over hers and plunder. The taste of him assailed her, seeping into her as if it was in and of itself a life-saving serum. She drank, eager for more. The way his heat penetrated, the way his mouth fairly suckled hers, just everything about this kiss and this instant was perfect.

The world tilted, and she didn’t care. She just clung tighter and gave him every bit of her that he wanted.

He lifted his head, moved off her to her right, and then grinned. She realized she was lying flat on her back on a clean, soft, blanket.

“My God, I knew you’d be that tasty.”

“My turn.”

Ken’s voice came from her left, and she turned her head toward him. He moved in, his mouth as commanding and delicious as his cousin’s had been. Alice wondered if she wasn’t somehow falling down the proverbial rabbit hole.

Just like my namesake. Oh, God, I hope there’s no white rabbit.

Then every bit of her brain stopped thinking, and her body, that sneaky conniving part of her, took control.

Alice wrapped herself around Ken, intent on taking him into herself completely. She slurped and sipped and clung, and when he adjusted his hold, when she felt a second pair of hands on her, she moaned in longing and in lust.

Ken lifted from her, and cool air kissed her chest. Buttons and bra had both been opened. Then Ian took her mouth again while Ken fastened his lips onto her left nipple. One of them spread her legs with their leg and used a skillful hand to caress over her clothing-protected pussy. It was a hot, sudden and sultry seduction, and Alice felt every fiber in her body melt.

Then Ken nipped at her nipple, and Ian swallowed the scream released by her climax.

Chapter Five

“Are you hiding out here?”

Alice looked up from her tablet to encounter Bailey’s amused gaze. Self-aware enough to know she’d been more or less slouched on the padded bench, scrunched down as much as she could without turning her extremities numb, she supposed it was a valid question.

“I really don’t know how to answer that. As I was on my way to Texas, I vowed to myself that if I thought I was causing any tension between you and my brothers, I would leave.”

Bailey tilted her head to the side. “If it is your goal to hide from them, this is probably the wrong place to do so. They come here a lot.” Then Bailey smiled, and it was such a pretty smile that Alice almost forgave her nosy brothers.

Almost.

Alice looked around the dining room of Angel’s Roadhouse. It was just passed the lunchtime rush. People had come in to eat, they’d eaten, and left, but the flow of traffic was slower now than when she’d arrived. Of course, as she usually did in a noisy venue, she’d lost herself in her reading. It was why she’d decided to come here. Reading always helped her gain some mental space, and that was exactly what she’d needed when she’d stepped through the door.

Space from all the Y chromosome carriers in her life. I don’t see why I couldn’t have been born into a society of Amazons.

“You can tell me what they’ve done,” Bailey said. “I won’t kill them. Or you for saying something negative about them in the first place.” She slid into the booth opposite her and set the plate and glass she’d been carrying down.

Jenny Benedict, another server and cousin, delivered a fresh glass of tea to Alice. “If you need me, just raise your hand. Michaela came in, and she’s covering your section since you