Love Under Two Montanans [The Lusty, Texas Collection] by Cara Covington (10 best novels of all time .txt) 📗

and gave his hips a little thrust. Parker stopped moving for just a moment. “That is so hot.”

Jenny wondered if it was her imagination telling her that Parker’s cock had just grown bigger inside her pussy.

She used her tongue to stroke Dale’s shaft even as she suckled his cockhead. The flavor of his pre-cum whet her appetite, and she closed her eyes and let herself float. Sucking and licking one lover’s cock while being fucked by the other’s just shot to the top of her “favorite things to do” list.

Her arousal spiraled up and up. The scent of sex, the masculine groans and grunts and soft reveling curses just added to the moment. Every nerve ending in her body sizzled and crackled with the promise of an oncoming climax.

Jenny loved the sensation of Dale’s cock in her mouth and loved the taste of the drops he gave her. And, oh how she loved the friction and the thrust, the heat, and the scent of sex as Parker fucked her and as she sucked Dale’s cock.

The few times she’d had sex in the past, it had all been about the destination. The goal had been to come as long and as hard, and, yes, as quickly as possible.

Right in that moment, Jenny wanted to hold off coming, simply because the journey felt so damn deep-down-to-her-toes good.

Parker’s grip on her was sure, yet she felt his trembling. She used one hand to cup Dale’s balls and felt that same trembling in him. She looked from Dale to Parker, and then she knew.

They were both finely balanced on the edge of control, holding back, wanting to give her what they knew she wanted. More. Longer. More and more and more.

This was their first time together, but not their last, oh no, and not their only. This was the first time of many more. This was just the beginning.

Parker’s eyes glittered. “Come for us, baby.”

A tortured plea if ever she’d heard one. She’d already come once, and they hadn’t, either of them.

Jenny used a thumb to caress Dale’s scrotum as her mouth drew harder on his cock. She flexed her inner muscles, giving Parker’s cock a long, hard squeeze.

Dale laid a hand on her breast and tugged her nipple while Parker reached down and stroked her clit and then pinched it.

Jenny’s rapture roiled through her, a rolling, turbulent spasm of the most erotic pleasure she’d ever known. She screamed around Dale’s cock, and it pulsed as he came. She drank his release even as Parker cried out and held himself deep inside her, his orgasm filling the condom with his hot seed. She swallowed and nearly swooned she came so hard. On that Saturday afternoon, in that enormous bed, pleasure changed her and bound her to them. The shivers and sizzle of bliss enveloped her, enveloped them, and then slowly, very slowly, faded.

Her men wrapped themselves around her, all three of them damp from sweat and sex, sated down to their souls.

Within the warmth of her lovers as they held her close, she felt, just as Parker had whispered, as if she’d finally come home.

Chapter Ten

Parker nodded to him as he headed into the amazing master bath.

Lying in Dale’s arms, Jenny sighed as he ran his hand down her back, nape to hips. She felt so damn good to him, her breasts pressed against his chest, her legs twined with his.

Pretty as a summer day, sweet as spring berries. Dale knew he was totally gone on this woman. He ran his fingers through her blond hair, his gaze taking in her natural girl-next-door beauty. He’d never been obsessed with the wrapping. He’d always focused more on the substance.

His Jenny had substance—heart, soul, and a kindness that he bet knew few bounds. He shivered with the wonder of this moment and the sensation of his woman in his arms, replete after loving.

Dale couldn’t recall another time when he’d felt so content. The sound of the shower running was his cue. He laid Jenny flat, kissed her, then nearly leapt from the bed. She opened her eyes and grinned at him.

“Someone has lots of energy.”

“Because someone’s going to get to play water games in the shower with a beautiful woman.” He reached for her, and when he lifted her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder—trusting him.

This is what feeling ten feet tall is like.

She lifted her head just as he stepped into the shower enclosure with her. Her loud sigh put a smile on his face. “I’ve so wanted to experience one of these showers.”

“You didn’t ask Ari if you could use hers?” he asked. Dale set her on her feet and gently turned her to face his brother.

“No. I sensed that their shower was a sacred space for them.” She closed her eyes and turned her face up to the waterfall showerhead at the top of the enclosure.

Four additional heads, each of them a shower wand, set two at each end at overhead and waist level, contributed to the sensual experience.

“Keep your head back like that and your eyes closed, sweetheart.” Dale combed his fingers through her hair, ensuring every strand was wet. Satisfied, he took the shampoo sitting conveniently on the shelf and poured some into his hands.

Her hair felt soft to him every time he’d touched it, but this was a completely different experience. He’d never done this, never washed a woman’s hair for her. He took extra care not to get any soap near her eyes. When he began to massage, and she moaned in pleasure, he knew he’d found something she relished. He glanced down her body and grinned at the way her nipples, a sweet peach color, puckered into hard little points. Since the water was steamy-warm, he knew it wasn’t cold that drew that reaction from her.

“Like what Dale’s doing to you, sweet Jenny?” Parker asked.

“It’s wonderful.” Her slow drawl, splitting the adjective into three distinct syllables made Dale’s cock