Love Under Two Outfitters by Cara Covington (the false prince series .txt) 📗

thing she knew with these men, it was that they would always protect her. So she relaxed completely and only blinked when she felt herself lifted from the warm water and carried from the tub to the padded bench along one wall. Someone was drying her hair, and someone was patting her body, which was wrapped in a toasty warm towel.

“Oh, my. I conked out.”

“And made us feet ten feet tall, knowing you trusted us to keep you safe.”

Alice was sitting on Ian’s lap. Ken was gently toweling her hair, and Ian was drying her body.

“You still want me?” Ken asked.

“I’ll never not want you—either of you. Both of you.”

Alice no longer cared if she was telling them too much or handing them more “power” than they should have. These were her men, her future husbands, and she belonged to them—just as they belonged to her.

“Perfect.”

Ian’s softly whispered word and the look in his eyes when she met his gaze were enough to get her juices flowing again.

Then he grinned and slowly peeled the towel off her. Setting the terry aside, he stood, lifted her in his arms, and carried her to the bedroom.

Chapter Thirteen

The bed was as they’d left it, covers pushed aside, providing them with a large and inviting playground to enjoy. Ian placed her on the mattress then crawled toward her.

He surrounded her, and as he lowered his head to hers, she felt as if he began to consume her. With his lips and tongue, with his hands and his body, he made love to her. With gentle, timid touches and grand, sweeping caresses, he laid claim to all of her.

Alice felt well and truly seduced.

The flavor of him seeped into her, and the scent of him encircled her. Alice sighed and sank into him, into the moment, and cherished the touch and the taste and the thrill.

No words were needed. The sounds they made, the sighs, the gasps, became the music to which they danced. Kisses, some deep, some fleeting, provided her a banquet that would ever sustain her. The moment flowed like a refreshing river, immersing her, heart and mind, body and soul.

Alice felt a part of Ian, yet even so, Ken’s presence on the bed, his waiting, his watching, became a part of the whole. Anticipation emanated from him, yes, but so did adoration and appreciation. There was no jealousy between these men. They truly had hungered for just one woman to love between them.

What a miracle it is that woman is me!

Ian’s mouth suckled her right nipple, drawing it deep. Her back bowed off the bed, and a sound of deep, hungry yearning emerged. He treated her left to the same intoxicating torture, and Alice’s pussy began to vibrate. She felt her own moisture and couldn’t hold back her shiver. She loved orgasms, but this, this wondrous, tantalizing climb toward that peak, thrilled her and filled her with a sense of deep worth in her woman’s soul.

Ian slid down and settled his mouth on her pussy, his lips and tongue feasting deeply. Then, too soon, he crawled up her body, settled between her thighs, and met her gaze.

“Wrap your arms around me, baby. I want you to ride me.”

He turned them on the bed, a slow-motion pirouette more graceful than any ballet could offer. She raised herself up, Ian now her bed and her anchor, and opened her legs. The sensation of his naked, unadorned cock nestling between her labia nearly made her come. Without words, she tilted her head and held his gaze.

They’d had the discussion just the day before, those previous-to-these-two-men awkward words that had been transformed by the media into a cute catch phrase—no glove, no love. Yet that same discussion, between the three of them, had been as sexy as hell.

Yes, she was clean, because even though her last lover—her only lover before these men—had always suited up, she hadn’t trusted and so had been tested.

They were clean, too, and had actually had the paperwork to prove it.

No, she wasn’t on the pill, but this should be a safe time for her.

Did she want to have their baby now?

Alice believed that fate had brought the three of them together. She’d been willing to let fate play its hand here, too. They’d embraced her answer, and her.

Now, she raised herself slightly and used her right hand to grasp Ian’s cock. Slowly, deliberately, she placed his tip at her entrance and took him deep inside.

Ian’s eyes shimmered. Ken gained his knees, ran his hand down her hair, and kissed her shoulder.

This is a special moment, and one we’re sharing, together. From this moment on, anything—everything—is possible.

Ian placed his hands on her hips and surged up into her. Her arousal popped, going from thirty to a hundred in a heartbeat.

“I’m so full!” The presence of the butt plug, nearly forgotten, surged into her thoughts because it felt as if Ian’s cock connected with it, activating its power to stimulate her entire body.

There was nothing but this, moving on her lover, feeling his cock inside her, stroking her G-spot, feeling it move the butt plug. Her hands on his chest adored the slight sweat that broke out. She felt a similar sheen on her own flesh. Arousal soared, a swirling dervish of sensation and emotion, rising higher, racing faster.

No longer smooth, her movements became sharp, choppy, and she quivered with anticipation as her climax teased, just there, on the horizon.

Ian reached up and drew her down, melding his lips to hers while his tongue invaded and conquered her mouth. She tasted her own essence on his face and went wild. She needed more of him, more of them, and whimpered with the frustration of being so, so, close.

Ian had taken over the action, fucking her hard and fast, his arms banded around her, holding her in place. She felt her climax rise, inexorably near. Close, so close!

Ken’s hand on her ass gave her no warning. He stroked her skin, twisted the plug, then