Love Under Two Detectives by Cara Covington (good books to read for women txt) 📗

right decision. I was more tired and stressed than I realized. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“You’re welcome. It’s what we both want to do, going forward.” Then Anthony gave her the cutest little grin. He looked down her body, and a wave of erotic need tumbled through her. “Well, one of the things.”

She didn’t know how much more anticipation she could take. “Please.”

“We’ll take care of you, New York. Just relax and let us do it our way.”

Toby’s soft, deep admonition sent another shiver through her. She looked at her left shoulder, where he’d decided to rest his chin.

And then she felt Anthony’s strong and soapy hands on her breasts. He spread the soap around and over, pinching her nipples slightly, and her knees buckled.

Male chuckles settled softly on her soul, a sound and a presence that had been missing from her life, forever. They weren’t laughing at her. She understood that. She met Anthony’s gaze and realized he was horny, and he was pleased…with her.

She’d had a couple of lovers. But before these men, she didn’t think she’d ever actually pleased a man before.

“Your skin feels so good beneath my hands.” Anthony got more shower gel and then continued to bathe her. He soaped her shoulders and the column of her neck. He took her arms—first the left and then the right—and ran his foamy hands over and under and around each.

Mary knew she was shaking, but she couldn’t help it. When Anthony let his hand roam down her belly, toward her pussy, she whimpered.

“Open.”

He said the word so softly, yet its sound echoed deep within her. And because she was leaning against Toby, she found the request—command? —very easy to grant.

“You’re very responsive.” Toby’s words reminded her in a visceral way that he wasn’t just there, in the shower with them. He was watching his best friend use his soapy hands to arouse her. The flexing of Toby’s cock against her back told her that he very much enjoyed the moment.

Anthony stroked his hand back and forth over her cunt, and the slick, tingling attention was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced.

“She is very responsive,” Anthony said. “And oh, so hot. I wonder if she’s tasty?”

“I think you should find out.” Mary hadn’t thought to say such a thing, but the words emerged, unplanned, as if they had a life of their own. Just like writing. I’ve found a different kind of zone to strive for. Yay, me.

Anthony’s grin was the sexiest one she’d ever seen.

He reached up and freed the shower wand from its peg behind him. It only took him a moment to rinse her and return the device to its hook. Then he leaned in and kissed her. His tongue stroked hers as his mouth suckled, and Mary gave over to his oral domination.

He ended their kiss and then kissed his way down her body. Fascinated, she watched as he got down on his knees, and when he laid his mouth on her pussy, she moaned. Her eyes drifted shut as she canted her hips, pressing her feminine folds closer to his voracious lips.

Toby held her and watched over her shoulder. He used his tongue to sample the droplets of water from her ear. He cupped one breast and used his forefinger and thumb to pinch her nipple, pulling that tiny nub, stretching it to the point of hot, sweet pain.

Her focus returned to Anthony and the way he used his lips and tongue to arouse her, to drive her ever so completely crazy with lust. His hot tongue slid in and out of her pussy, a fucking motion that excited every atom in her body. Then he rasped that tongue over her clit. The combination of the two men using nothing but hands and mouths on her brought her to the edge—a shivering, quivering, quaking edge.

“Go over.” The vibration of Anthony’s words against her pussy warned her. And when he sucked her clit into his mouth and drew hard, her orgasm exploded.

“Yes!” All strength left her legs as wave after wave of rapture consumed her, flowing over and through her with the force of a tidal wave. There was no thought, no breath, only a continual state of sensation, of an electric sizzle and pop that overcame her, bearing her beyond the brilliant and the banal until she reached a new plane, a new place where pleasure transcended everything.

“Hold on to me.” Anthony’s words, spoken against her cheek, prodded her, and she managed to reach up, to wrap her arms around his neck.

Lips kissed a trail down her spine, and then hands washed her back and bottom. The heat brought the scent of her arousal to full potency, and she raised her head and met Anthony’s gaze.

“You are very tasty,” he said. “Have some.”

She opened her mouth, eager to do just that. The flavor they made together compelled her arousal to stir, and the embers that remained from the firestorm that had redefined her burned sufficiently to be coaxed, once more, into a healing blaze.

Mary felt the water rinse her back and knew Toby had used the shower wand on the other end of the enclosure. Then he turned off the water and wrapped his arms around her, taking her weight once more.

Anthony left the stall and grabbed a towel. He dried himself in what she considered record time. Then he took a fresh towel and reached for her.

She’d never understood the appeal in being lifted and carried until he did that very thing. He sat her on his lap and used the fresh towel to blot the water from her.

She sensed as much as heard Toby leave the enclosure and dry himself. Moments later he approached with yet another towel. He tapped the clip she’d used to gather her shoulder-length hair up before she’d turned on the water earlier.

“Leave it or take it out?”

Her hair wasn’t sopping, as they’d kept her out of the worst of the spray, and