Love Under Two Financiers by Cara Covington (best free e reader .txt) 📗

“Yes, if it’s not a dry wine.”

Phillip leaned over and kissed her cheek then headed over to the small bar area in the corner.

Leesa snuggled into Jason, grateful he sensed she needed to be held close. As her emotions settled, his heat and aroma began to permeate her senses.

Phillip returned to them, a small tray holding three glasses, each with a measure of a deep red liquid.

“It’s a nice port,” Phillip said. “We don’t much care for dry wines, either.”

Leesa sat up slowly. She couldn’t resist kissing Jason, a small thank-you for his cuddling. Then she turned to Phillip and kissed him, too.

Don’t keep score. That was one more piece of advice both Rachel and Carrie had given her. She did feel a need to ensure she treated each man the same and give each equal attention. Hopefully they’ll be true to their promise to lead this dance—and I can be true to my desire to let them.

She took a sip of the port and decided it was just the perfect touch to round out the evening. She sipped slowly, savoring not only the rich flavor but the kick as well. The potency of the drink was more than she was used to. Then she took in a deep, cleansing breath and let it out as everything within her settled.

“Better?” Phillip asked.

“Yes, thank you.” She smiled at him and then directed her smile to Jason. Not because she wanted to be equal but because she needed to, in this moment, speak to them both. “Thank you both for letting me have that little bit of time to process.”

“Your needs are our focus, Leesa.” Jason set his glass down. He brought her hand to his lips once more, and she felt herself melt.

“Eventually, I’d love to explore the amorous possibilities of this sofa. But for this first time…why don’t we take this party upstairs, to that really big bedroom and extra-huge bed that made our eyes pop the day we moved in?”

Leesa’s low, spontaneous chuckle made both men smile. “Yes. Why don’t we?”

That tug in her belly sharpened from a sweet yearning to a deep, hungry need. As she climbed the stairs, her nerves settled. This was right. This…whatever this was, it was exactly what she wanted and, she suspected, exactly what she needed.

She’d seen Rachel’s bedroom, so she had a pretty good idea what to expect.

“When we looked in here the day we moved in?” Jason looked around the room and then met her gaze. “A few very nagging and possibly risqué questions were answered.”

“You didn’t get a tour of your brothers’ house?” Leesa asked.

“No. The first time I was there was the morning after the party. We were invited for breakfast, and it didn’t seem appropriate.”

“I’ve seen Rachel’s master suite. It all really makes perfect sense, if you think about it.”

“It does, and as J. Coop said, it answered our nagging questions.” Phillip met her gaze. “The day after we moved in, we couldn’t imagine needing this suite.”

“And then the day after you brought your casserole to us, we were so very grateful to have it.” Jason’s voice had turned quiet.

Leesa not only felt her own nerves she detected she wasn’t the only person in this room feeling them.

Then Jason used her hand to draw her into his arms. “We’ve talked, Phillip and I, and we’ve planned. After consulting with some of our male cousins.”

“We decided to follow one particular family custom right from the get-go,” Phillip said. He stood so close behind her she could feel the press of his erection on the small of her back. The imprint of his hands on her shoulders felt warm and intimate. A trickle of arousal made its way from her shoulders to all her girl parts. Her nipples turned hard, and a slight dampness coated her labia. She contracted her inner muscles, and the performance of the single Kegel motion brought with it a wave of horniness.

Then Phillip leaned in and licked the back of her right ear. “Jason is older than I am by a few months. I’m going to enjoy watching my best friend make love to you, Leesa, all the while anticipating being next.”

Leesa shivered. Phillip stepped just slightly back, and Jason cupped the side of her face. When he lowered his face to hers, she was ready. His kiss captivated her. Her body recognized his flavor, and she drank deeply, sating the need that had been steadily growing within her with that first light kiss earlier in the evening.

Two hands now cupped her face, and she opened wider, giving, surrendering to the man who would so soon be her lover. Another involuntary motion, her hips rolled, and even though they were both clothed, she could have sworn she felt the full effect of Jason’s naked cock on her pussy.

A large male hand caressed her back and her bottom. My other lover. Fingers opened the button and then the zipper of her skirt.

That garment slid down to pool around her ankles. Cool air kissed her calves. Even as her tongue slow danced with Jason’s, she felt Phillip slide her panties down and then lift first one foot and then the other. He not only freed her from her clothing but from her shoes as well.

Then Jason ended their kiss. He held her gaze as he gathered the bottom of her shirt in his hands. As he began to raise it, she lifted her arms. Yes, surrender is the perfect word.

Behind her, Phillip rose to his feet and unhooked her bra. Jason drew that garment from her. Nerves spiked. She was no model, neither tall nor svelte. Then she looked, really looked, at the way both men silently perused her body.

They look like starving men ogling a prime rib roast.

“My God, woman. You make my mouth water.” Jason’s words thrilled her feminine self and tickled her sense of humor at the same time. She hadn’t thought that would be possible.

“Like prime rib?”

Both men burst out