Love Under Two Mavericks by Cara Covington (best e reader for manga txt) 📗

He thinks I don’t know how he has a bit of the mother hen in him. But I do. And this time, I definitely owe him.

Lewis lowered Michaela to the mat in the bathroom and left his hands on her waist until he knew she had her footing.

“Here.”

Randy poked his head in. He held out a plastic bag, and Lewis nodded. “Good, thanks.”

Randy came all the way in and laid a wet squishy-sounding kiss on their woman. “Have fun. You’ve got about a half-hour.”

Our woman. Lewis took just a heartbeat of time to hold that phrase close. It was something he’d felt earlier and let pass, but here, right here and right now, he knew it for truth.

And from that quick grin Randy just gave him, Lewis understood that so did he.

“I’ve never shared a shower.”

Michaela’s softly spoken words brought him out of himself and put him where he needed to be, in the moment with her.

“It won’t hurt one bit. I promise.”

His solemnly spoken words had the desired effect. Michaela smiled. “I’m so very glad to hear that.”

Lewis used the plastic bag that his cousin had given him and took a moment to tie it over the bandage on her left hand. Probably wouldn’t work in a pool or a deep tub. But it should be okay for their shower.

Lewis turned on the water and regulated the temperature. He was really happy to see she had a shower wand. That particular accessory would make it easier to work.

I wonder if she’s ever used the wand to give herself an orgasm. That was a question for another day.

He got into the shower and used his body to block the water from hitting her while he helped her join him.

“Here, baby girl, like this.”

He adjusted the spray and then turned them so that she was in front of him. A quick look had shown him she preferred shower gel to bar soap. Taking up the bottle, he poured a small amount onto his palm. With her front nice and wet, he angled them so she was no longer in the spray and then began to spread the soap on her.

And groaned in unison with her at the sensation of her wet, naked self under his hands.

“Ohmygod.” Michaela shivered. “I may need you to tie my left arm in place. I don’t know if I have the strength to keep it up and out of the way on my own.”

“Mmm, so you like?”

“I love.”

Lewis smoothed his hand over her breasts then spread the lather down over her stomach. He brushed his fingers back and forth over her mound. He bent over slightly, kissed her ear, and whispered one word. “Open.”

Michaela mewled as she did as he asked. And she shivered when he cupped her pussy. He used his fingers to caress and care for her and could feel her own lubrication gathering, readying her for his cock.

Michaela’s not the only one getting horny. He wanted her again, and that didn’t surprise him in the least. Lewis began to suspect that there would never be a time when he didn’t want her. But first he needed to see her fed.

He reached for the wand and rinsed the soap from her breasts. Then he brought it lower and aimed it at her cunt.

Another moan, and he knew she really was as triggered as he was.

“Turn around, baby.”

“Oh, goody. Or it would be if I could wrap both arms around you and jump.”

Lewis laughed. “All in good time, Michaela. I promise.”

He’d intended to wash her back, and to his credit he did, though not as thoroughly as he would have liked. She wasn’t without skills, and he loved the way she let him know—by rubbing her hot little self against him—that she wanted him.

“Here.” He rinsed her back then turned off the water. Then he sat on the edge of the tub and eased her onto his lap. “Straddle me. Rub your pussy against my cock.”

“Ooh, we’re going to pussy jack?”

Brat. “Carefully. We weren’t exactly prepared for an all-day session yesterday, sweet thing. So until I can get my hands on some more condoms, we’ve got to be careful that my swimmers don’t swim.”

“Are you clean?”

“We both are.” Randy’s voice came from behind him. “We haven’t been sluts, sweetheart, but we’ve adopted the policy of getting tested once a year, and the last time was just a few weeks before we left Montana. Breakfast will be ready in ten, but I can keep it warm if you need more time.”

In his peripheral vision, Lewis saw Randy head back to the kitchen.

“I’m on the pill.”

Lewis met her gaze, and the siren call of those four words was damn near irresistible. “For now, let’s be extra cautious.” He flicked a glance to her left arm, which rested on his right shoulder.

Her eyes widened. “I’m on antibiotics!”

“Yes, ma’am. You have no idea how badly I want to feel my naked cock inside you right now. This is me, protecting you.”

“I’ll behave.” Her pussy was flush against his dick, and he took in every sensation, the way her heat encouraged it to get bigger and the way her warmth filled him.

“Just temporarily.” He moved her, just a little, so that they both got to enjoy the sensation of sex against sex. Lewis was certain she wasn’t the only one shivering, either.

He put every bit of his focus on the warm and wet woman in his arms. Her nipples drilled into his chest, and her pussy gushed on his cock, providing all the lubrication he could ask for. He felt her temperature rise, slightly, and felt the tension in her muscles as she reached for pleasure.

He slid one hand between them and found her clit. That hard, little nub was waiting for him. He stroked it with his index finger and then caught it between that finger and his thumb and gently, but resolutely squeezed.

Lewis held his