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

his cock out of her mouth, then bent over and kissed the top of her head. With her heart pounding she chased her breath as tiny aftershocks shot through her. “Holy crap.”

“Well said, Itty.” Henry reached out and turned off the water. “I vote we move this party to the bed.”

“Definitely a good idea,” Morgan said, “since we’re no way near done yet.”

In the past, Tamara had only wanted to sleep—alone—after having an orgasm. Of course, in the past she’d had to struggle just to come.

This time, and with these men, all she wanted was more.

* * * *

Morgan bit back his smile as he dried Tamara. No doubt about it, the woman wasn’t used to being taken care of, not at all.

He and Henry would have to see what they could do about that. He supposed his feelings on the subject were a by-product of being raised in the family he had, and in the town he had.

The men of Lusty cherished their women. They took care of them, protected them, and yes, spoiled them. The behavior and attitude went all the way back to his ancestors, Adam Kendall and Warren Jessop, and Caleb and Joshua Benedict.

To Morgan’s way of thinking, that was a fine tradition to claim.

“What’s that look for?” Tamara’s nose scrunched up, and her eyes narrowed as if by close scrutiny, she could read his mind.

He hoped there’d come a day when she could.

“I was thinking that you’re not used to being pampered.”

“No, I’m not.”

She gave a little squeak when he picked her up, but she very quickly wrapped herself around him, her arms and legs an enticing clamp.

Her pretty little pussy perched low enough on his body to get his cock’s attention. He forestalled further conversation by kissing her, then carrying her into the bedroom.

He set her down at the foot of the bed.

“Come here, Itty, and lay with me.” Henry lay sprawled on the bed. He held his hand out to her, and Tamara immediately went to him, crawling up the mattress until she reached him then kept going until she straddled him.

Morgan grinned at the way she rubbed that hot pussy of hers against his brother’s cock. He knew exactly what Henry was feeling at that moment.

“Good thing you already had a rubber on,” he said.

“Mm.” Henry grasped Tamara’s waist, lifted her, then impaled her.

They both moaned in pleasure. Morgan stretched out on the bed beside them.

“Squeeze me, baby. Let me feel your inner muscles…mm, yes just like that.”

“She has a wonderful cunt,” Morgan said.

“God, yes. Wait until you feel her mouth.”

“Gentlemen, I’m right here.”

“You certainly are, my sweet, and incredibly easy to tease,” Henry said.

“Now is not the time for teasing.” Tamara’s words emerged on a long sigh.

Morgan reached up and caressed Tamara’s right breast as she rode his brother. Her movements, lithe and sensuous, spoke eloquently of her arousal.

Her eyes closed, her head thrown back as she surrendered to the physical, had any woman ever looked more alluring?

He continued to stroke her breast. Her skin felt soft, hot and so tempting that he wanted nothing more than to sink into her, melt into her completely.

Henry reached up and squeezed her other breast. “One time, I’d like to try and make you come just by playing with your breasts,” he said.

“You two just might be able to do that,” Tamara said. “Mm, I love both your cocks. They’re just the right size for me. This feels so good. Never mind that I’m horny and going to come soon…above that, being fucked feels good.”

“It’s that way for us, too, when we can hold off our orgasm and just move inside you,” Morgan said.

“Hanging just on the edge.” Henry’s voice sounded strained.

Morgan knew his brother was exactly there. He got up on his right knee, with his left foot flat on the bed, knee bent. He wanted more than just to watch. He wanted to feel Tamara’s sexy mouth on his cock.

“Red.”

Tamara opened her eyes and gave him a slow, sultry smile. She focused her gaze on his cock, and damned if that look didn’t make him even harder. She leaned closer and fisted him, giving him two incredible strokes. And then, yes, she took his cock into her mouth.

He sank into her, hot and wet and wonderful. Morgan closed his eyes, the sensation of her suction sending shivers throughout his entire body. Slow and steady she drew him in. It was all he could do to hold himself from thrusting into her mouth with reckless abandon. He combed his fingers through the short cap of her hair, loving the silky slide of her tresses. He thought the guttural, soul-deep sounds emerging from his throat told her how much he loved what she was doing, but he wanted to give her the words.

“God, woman, that feels so incredibly good.”

She smiled around his cock then groaned herself.

Morgan looked down, the scene so erotically moving. His brother, eyes wide, nearly glazed, fixed on the sight of their woman sucking cock. Morgan knew firsthand what a turn-on that was.

“Let’s do this together.” Henry reached up, stroked Tamara’s breast, then trailed his hand down her body to just above where he entered her.

Henry stroked her clit, back and forth, and Tamara groaned. She sucked harder on Morgan’s cock, and he gave in to the urge and pumped into her mouth, enticing ecstasy.

“Oh, God, yes.” Henry’s shout signaled his climax. He gripped Tamara’s hips and held her close.

Tamara’s sexy sounds thrilled him as she, too, reached her release.

Closing his eyes, Morgan let the rapture claim him as he came in a flood of the hottest pleasure he’d ever known.

Chapter 10

“No one’s here, sir. Also, we’ve checked and the barn is empty, too.”

Preston Rogers got out of his Buick Regal and peeled the sunglasses from his face. He took a moment to study Dennis’ expression, and then he turned his gaze toward the house.

“House is locked up, but the barn wasn’t. It’s completely empty, sir. Kind of strange