One Thanksgiving in Lusty, Texas by Cara Covington (short novels in english TXT) 📗

“Only if you’ll let me have the two of you in return.” While her entire experience with Lionel had been a disappointment, and not just when it came to the sex, she knew what she wanted. She wanted to give as well as take. She wanted passion and excitement and discovery. She wanted everything she’d ever heard about or read about. Before, she hadn’t believed a half of that. Now she had hope that so, so much more was truly possible.

“Now that’s a plan I can get behind,” Adam said. He eased her into his arms, and it was oh, so natural for her to wind her arms around his neck. He cupped her head and lowered his mouth to hers.

He’d kissed her a couple of times, but this was unlike any kiss, ever. This kiss was warm and wet, wild and wondrous, and she drank him in as she felt herself slide down into a glen of erotic sensations.

She felt the solid presence of James standing close, his front snug against her back. Then she recognized the imprint of their cocks bracketing her. A wave of arousal washed through her, and she shivered. For the first time in her life, she hungered, sexually. She hungered for these men. Her husbands.

Adam lifted his lips, and Pamela blinked her eyes open. Ready to beg, she was distracted by the gentle way James turned her head. When he lowered his lips, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and melted.

All she’d discovered just moments before kissing Adam, she relearned as James’s lips and tongue explored hers, as he feasted on her. Too soon, he eased his lips from hers.

“Let’s go inside, baby.” Adam cupped her face, gave her a very soft kiss, and then took her hand. She was ready to follow wherever these two men took her.

Adam led her straight to the master suite. He stopped when they reached the bed. Pamela wondered, as he drew her near, if the shaking was hers, or his.

“Do you know how long we’ve wanted you?” He pressed a sweet kiss on one corner of her mouth. “Do you know how often I’ve dreamt of this moment?” He kissed the other corner of her mouth.

“I’ve wanted you both, as well.” She lifted her left hand to caress his cheek and then held her other hand out to James. He accepted her offer and then placed a kiss on her palm. “You need to know my only other experience wasn’t all that great. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. But after those two very hot kisses, I’m hoping that there might not be anything wrong with me. Maybe I just wasn’t with the right lover.” She looked at James. “Or lovers. But…I don’t know how to do this.”

She hoped they understood her. She wouldn’t have thought she’d feel shy in this moment. She was a woman of the seventies. She believed women had the right to own their sexuality. In theory. She was finding the reality of that tenet confusing and a little awkward at the moment.

“We know what to do. All you have to do is feel,” James said. He kissed her then held her gaze. “We have traditions, love, traditions I’ve always embraced. Just as Adam is your legal husband, he’ll be the first of us to make love to you.” He flashed her his sexy, quick grin. “And I’ll be right here, watching you find your pleasure and then pleasuring you in turn.”

He looked at his brother and raised one eyebrow and then took a tiny step back.

Adam sighed. “James is right. All you have to do is feel.”

Adam kissed her, his tongue bold in its mastery of her own. She was back to melting, and she understood, in the next heartbeat, that was exactly where she needed to be.

Chapter Seven

Pamela drank Adam Jessop down, immersing herself in the beauty of the sensations and emotions swirling through her. His hands swept and caressed and then gently cupped her face.

“I need to see you.” He looked over her shoulder, and she felt James step closer, felt his hands caress her back. Then, as Adam began to unbutton her blouse, James opened her skirt, button and zipper, and then slid the garment down her legs.

Pam shivered as Adam swept the blouse off her body. She stood in bra and panties and her best garters and silk stockings.

Adam let his gaze roam her, his expression worshipful and hungry. She felt beautiful, even as the heat of his gaze made her shiver. They weren’t even touching her, either of these men, and yet they excited her!

Adam held out his hands, which she immediately grasped. James, still hunkered down behind her, reached forward and removed first one and then the other of her pumps. His hands stroked up each leg in turn as he unfastened her hosiery and slipped them down and off, too.

His lips kissed her bottom over the silk panties she wore. The sound of his deep inhalation confused her at first.

“I can smell how horny you are, love,” James said. “Are you wet for us?”

Her face colored as she contemplated how best to answer the most intimate question she’d ever been asked. Adam took care of her there, too. He reached forward and brushed the fingers of one hand against the juncture of her thighs.

“Very wet,” he said. He reached forward and behind her, unfastening her bra at the same time his brother eased her panties and garter down.

And then she stood before them, totally naked—and feeling completely vulnerable.

“You take my breath away, baby. You’re even more beautiful, and sexier, than I imagined.”

“Gorgeous.” James kissed his way up her back, bussed her shoulder, and then moved to stand beside Adam.

Adam reached over and pulled the comforter and top sheet down with one strong tug, revealing a pristine white bottom sheet. The scent of fresh laundry that had been dried in the sun rose up from the