Love Under Two Mavericks by Cara Covington (best e reader for manga txt) 📗
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“Thank you.”
Lewis lifted her chin with a finger. “You’re welcome. And I didn’t take a sledgehammer to that nail gun that bit you, so there’s that.”
“I don’t think I have a sledgehammer.”
“There you go.”
In the bedroom again, Lewis lifted the sheet, and Michaela slid beneath it. She wiggled her butt until she reached the center of the bed.
When she looked up at Lewis, he held out a bottle of water, uncapped, and a couple of white pills.
“Thank you.” She’d thought not to bother taking any more pills, but her hand was really hurting. She’d take one more dose and see if she couldn’t get through the next day without them.
His smile, when she took the pills, told her more than words that he cared about her.
Randy came into the room and shucked his jeans. He raised his eyebrows at her, sent her a mock leer, then crawled into the bed on her left. His kiss was sweet and left her waiting for more.
“I never thought we’d share a bed under these circumstances,” she said. “Where none of us is naked. I vote for naked.”
“Not tonight, sweetheart.” Randy snuggled up close to her side.
“Definitely not tonight. We’re making a concession being under the sheet with you for the rest of the night. Tomorrow’s soon enough for more.” Lewis got in on her right side. “Do you want a pillow for your hand?”
“Your chest, please.” She thought if they couldn’t be naked and make love, the least they could do was cuddle her. At that moment in time, cuddling suddenly held a great deal of appeal.
“Come here.” Lewis drew her to him, and his touch felt so reverent. He helped her get comfortable, with her sore hand on his chest. Her head settled into the curve of his shoulder.
“This is just the right height. The throbbing is beginning to ease some.”
“Good.” Lewis laid his hand on her left arm, and his heat—the man was nearly like a furnace—went a long way toward assuaging the ache in her hand. Or maybe that was the medication she’d so recently taken.
Randy spooned her. He placed a kiss on her cheek. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. We’re here.”
We’re here. Two simple words, but absolutely the two right words. She felt herself begin to slide into sleep and just let go.
* * * *
Michaela was having the most erotic dream, ever. Warmth and tiny sizzles of electricity spread throughout her body. Her nipples hardened, and she felt an urge… A mewl escaped as her pelvic floor muscles clenched, sending a shard of pure horniness to her clit. Dampness reminded her of the wet dreams she’d been having, and just like that, she knew that, this time, it was no dream.
“Open your eyes, baby girl.”
Eyes opened, she looked up into the faces of both men, on their sides, peering down at her. Randy blew out a breath, and she understood, as that heated air caressed her naked flesh, that her tank top was no longer on her body.
“Good morning.” It was the best she could come up with. Her entire body felt as if it had begun to hum. She was horny and wanted nothing more than for these two men to be doing something about that little thing. Now.
“It’s about to be the best morning, ever,” Randy said.
“Oh, yeah.” Their kisses had been the best she’d ever had. She’d bet everything else would blow what she’d known as sexual satisfaction right out of the water.
“Are you in a lot of pain?” Lewis asked.
Pain? Oh yeah, my hand. “No, it’s not even as bad as it was when we got up earlier and ate.”
Lewis grinned, and then he moved. Before she could blink, he was on his knees by her ankles. He reached up and began to tug her sleep shorts down. As soon as he had them off her, he put his hands on her legs. Following his unspoken command, she opened them—making a place for him, which he immediately occupied.
“If you’re not feeling up to this, sweet thing, tell me now.”
Not up to it? After that hot wake-up call they’d just delivered, after spending the night safe and secure between them, with their body heat warming her and their wonderful aroma permeating every cell in her body? She was way more than up to it. What she needed to do was to let them know in real stark and earthy terms what she wanted—what she, by damn, needed.
“Lewis? Less talk, more action. Please, put your mouth on my cunt and eat me.”
His smile was breathtaking—but not nearly as breathtaking as the moment when he lowered his smile to her sex and granted her request.
Chapter Nine
Michaela’s eyes closed, and she saw stars.
Her memory of that long-ago lover and the so-called joy of sex had dimmed. Her own hand and her B.O.B.—battery operated boyfriend—had given her more excitement than Aaron ever had. But this? This must be what inspired all those love songs and poems!
“Oh, yes! Lewis!” She whimpered, and she clawed, mentally, for that state of rapture she knew hovered just out of reach. Enticing, alluring, the call of that orgasm filled her.
Lewis used his tongue to brush her clit, his teeth to nip her thigh, and then closed his mouth over her slit and sucked. The draw, the pull, she didn’t know how to cope, how to react. Wild and wet, sweet and seductive, Lewis’s intimate kiss drew her higher, so much higher than she’d known she could climb.
“I love hearing my name on your lips when I pleasure you.”
He’d barely lifted his mouth to speak, sending his verbal vibrations across her wet, already sensitive flesh. She needed more. She needed…all.
“Lewis, Lewis, Lewis…” Her head tossed from side to side. She tried to reach down, wanted to comb her fingers through his hair.
Her left arm was behind Randy. As if thinking his name animated him, that man
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