Love Under Two Flyboys [The Lusty, Texas Collection] by Cara Covington (best large ebook reader txt) 📗

New House even though it was actually over a century old—to the cottage where she would be staying for the next while.

She pulled the keys from the ignition. Just before she opened the door, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The car still smelled new, for crying out loud.

The door opened, and Tamara looked up. Morgan and Henry had followed her over in their Jeep. Henry held the door for her, with his brother close beside him.

“What kind of a person gives the keys of her brand-new Cadillac to a woman who that very morning crash-landed a plane?” she asked them.

“You didn’t crash it,” Henry said without missing a beat, “you successfully executed an emergency landing.”

Tamara laughed so hard she had no strength to resist when Morgan pulled her out of the car and into his arms for a quick hug.

“What did Mother say to you when she gave you her keys?” Morgan laced the fingers of his left hand with her right. “Neither of us could make out her words.”

“She said she didn’t like the idea that I didn’t have any options. She didn’t want me to feel stuck in town—or with the two of you.” Tamara smiled. “I really like your mother.”

“That’s a bonus,” Henry took her other hand, “as we happen to really like her, too. Most of the time.”

Tamara walked with them up the path to the porch. Looking up, she smiled at the fan some Kendall had thought to install—outside, on the ceiling of the porch—likely because Mother Nature had failed to cooperate sufficiently during one particular summer.

“You noticed that this afternoon, too,” Henry said.

“I think it’s quaint.”

“The air can be stifling sometimes in the summer. Of course, now we have air-conditioning installed here. A few decades ago, they only had fans in the house, and nothing outside.” Morgan held out his hand for the key. Tamara gave it to him. He unlocked and then held the door open for her, and she realized she felt a little miffed having to relinquish his hand in order to go inside.

They’d left a single light burning in the short entrance hallway, and one at the top of the stairs.

Henry closed the door behind him, shutting the three of them inside, together. He moved subtly then, so that she was between them.

The air felt heavy with sexual tension, and a delicious heat curled in her stomach, sending out tiny tendrils of fire to lick her nerve endings.

“It’s been an eventful day for you.” Morgan’s voice, low, sexy, made her nipples hard. She clenched her inner muscles in response to the shiver that centered on her clit.

“Do you want to know what happens next?” His voice continued to caress and tease her senses.

Tamara smiled. Even after hours and a wonderful meal, his taste from that afternoon was still on her lips. Henry’s heat and essence also lingered on her tongue.

They’d given her the best orgasm she’d had in years. She wanted more of their heat.

“I think I have a very good idea what happens next.” She couldn’t stand it that they weren’t touching her anymore. One step brought her to Morgan.

His slow, sexy smile lit some more of her kindling. At this rate, she’d go up in flames in no time.

“Let’s see if you’re right.” He leaned down and brushed her lips with his, back and forth, a gentle caress that renewed the heat they’d shared earlier.

Tamara mewed. Deep inside her, hunger for these two Kendalls burned. She wanted more. She wanted it all.

“Shh.” The sound vibrated against her lips. He slid an arm around her waist and drew her against him so they stood flush. The press of his rigid cock against her stomach thrilled her and assured her he wanted just as much, burned just as hot, as she.

Yet his lips continued a light glide and slide, a moist and subtle wooing. She’d never been wooed, never been seduced, and despite the impatience gnawing at her, she found she liked this slow and easy pace.

“You taste good, Red. Hot and sassy, wild and exotic. I could drink you for hours.”

“Please.” She longed for him to sink into her. She wanted to absorb his scent, his heat.

“Open for me, then, baby. Let me plunder.”

Tamara opened her mouth with no thought of denial, seeking only to surrender, to plunge into the abyss of mindless arousal. Wet and wonderful, his mouth suckled hers, and his tongue penetrated her mouth with broad, bold strokes. Again and again he surged into her, tasting, drinking, and devouring all she offered, giving so much in return.

When his lips left hers, she whimpered. Morgan stroked her bottom lip with one finger, then nudged her toward his brother.

“Do you have any idea how incredibly hot you make us, melting for us like that?” Henry’s words kissed her cheeks, her nose, and her eyes.

“Kiss me.”

“Ah, Itty-Bitty, I want to gulp you right down.”

His mouth captured hers, his taste as potent, his command of her as deep and as total as his brother’s. Elemental, raw, his tongue tangled with hers, dancing, seducing her completely. Shivers wracked her, arousal shimmered through her, fed by the taste of this man, the heat of him and his brother, and the sultry promise of earthy, feral sex.

Then she blinked as Henry ended their kiss and stepped back. Before she could think, Morgan turned her into his arms and picked her up as if she was no more than that puppy she’d likened herself to earlier.

“Hang on to me, Red. It’s bedtime.”

She clung to him, arms and legs a human clamp, not allowing herself to think too deeply that she had never been a woman to cling. He mounted the steps with her, each footfall in cadence with her pounding, excited heart.

He set her down beside the bed and captured her lips once more. This kiss differed from the last, less masterful, more coaxing. She felt the rub of his hands up and down her back, kneading, cupping, and pressing her against