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

Michaela blinked. “It’s a good thing you didn’t break down my door. I would have had to call the police.”

The only thing that saved Gowan from the ire she felt simmering in her guys was the fact that he had the sense to look embarrassed.

“Sorry. I was just…concerned. A woman, all alone out here in the countryside…”

“She’s not alone.” Lewis nailed him with his gaze just as surely as her nail gun had done to her hand, and the man actually squirmed.

“Of course not.” He recovered, put a smile on his face, and nodded. “I’m Terry Gowan. I’ve been talking to Michaela about selling her place, here.” As if it excused all sins, Terry handed Lewis his business card.

Lewis gave it a glance then put the card into his pocket. “I believe Miss Powell has told you that she’s not interested in selling.”

“Well, yes, but that was so soon after the death of her father. People sometimes have a visceral, emotional reaction in times such as those. I just thought, now that a couple months have passed, she’d have seen reason. This can be unforgiving ground, I’ve been told. And a woman, all alone, can’t expect to be able to survive.”

“These are not the days of yore, Mr. Gowan. Women can do most anything any man can do.” Lewis didn’t sound friendly at all. He was treating Gowan like a threat. She didn’t think the man was a threat. He was just a bit slow on the uptake. I guess it’s time for me to put my foot down.

“My answer is the same now as it was two weeks ago, Mr. Gowan. I am not going to sell my family’s heritage. Not now, and not anytime in the foreseeable future.”

“I’ll escort you to your car.”

Michaela couldn’t prevent her one eyebrow from going up. Randy—sweet, affable Randy—had sounded every bit the hard-ass as Lewis did on a regular basis. She looked at Lewis and noted his wide grin. He was clearly all for his cousin’s initiative.

Gowan didn’t waste any time starting his car and driving off. Randy walked back toward them. “You saved his sorry ass,” Lewis said.

“I always feel sorry for the intellectually challenged,” Randy said. “Let’s go put that lock on.

Michaela began to wonder about herself when she felt relieved that they weren’t going to be firing up the compressor and using the nail gun. Instead, Lewis plugged in the electric drill to install the hasp set. The lock had a set of two keys with it. They’d taken the time at the hardware store to have a third one cut. Installation done, tools stored, he kept one key for himself and gave one each to her and Randy.

Lewis met her gaze. “When you’re officially cleared by the doc, that’s soon enough to get you back on that nail gun.” He bent and gave her a quick kiss. Then he locked the barn, and together, they headed toward the house.

He really knows me. As Michaela put her new key on her keychain, she tried to decide if that was a good thing, or not. Mostly good, she decided. Once on the porch, she opened the front door then dropped her keys back into her purse.

“I’m just going to leave the truck there for now,” Lewis said. “We’ve already wasted enough time.”

It wasn’t much past three, but Michaela understood his declaration completely.

She grinned as she looked from one lover to the other. “I agree. Let’s get naked.”

“Sweetheart, that is the best idea, ever.” Randy’s smile went straight to her heart—and from there to all her lady bits.

It was such a damn fine idea she couldn’t even find it in herself to complain about missing work.

Chapter Thirteen

Showering with both of her men in what she considered her normal-sized bathroom turned out to be an exercise in contortion. It was also fun, funny, and left Michaela feeling horny as hell.

And totally committed to the idea Lewis had voiced, that she turn this side of the downstairs into her master suite. She’d seen some of the master bathrooms in the family and could only imagine the freedom of space to fully indulge herself in these two sexy men.

Having a Jacuzzi in the enlarged bathroom would certainly be a welcome addition as well.

Drying off, of course, was easier than showering had been. Especially for me. Michaela sighed as Lewis and Randy took very thorough care of the chore for her. Standing with her arms raised, her legs slightly parted, she shivered as their touches, by turn firm and then delicate, got her dry—and then wet in an entirely different way.

“Let’s go have some fun in the bedroom, sweetheart.” Randy, from behind her, kissed her ear then scooped her into his arms.

Michaela put her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. She’d never understood the attraction of being carried before these men stepped into her life. Now, the act made her feel all gooey inside. She loved being carried, and she especially loved feeling her flesh against his.

Michaela hadn’t realized that Lewis had gone ahead, not until Randy carried her into the bedroom and she saw that the duvet and sheet had been pulled down.

Randy laid her on the mattress, his movement and handling of her gentle. His gleaming gaze met hers as he climbed onto the bed after her and then lay down, with his head near her middle.

She looked from Randy to Lewis. That lover was smiling, too. And rather than getting onto the bed to snuggle her in, he was standing, arms folded as he leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on her.

“Will you put on a show for me, baby girl?”

What an odd question. “A show?”

“Mmm hmm. I want to watch you pleasure Randy the way you did me—and vice versa.”

“Lewis wants to watch our sixty-nine. Suck my cock, sweetheart. Suck me while I drink you down.” Randy’s seductive tone was just one more thrill.