Love Under Two Financiers by Cara Covington (best free e reader .txt) 📗

a rather interesting visit from one of your men out of the Dallas office, and I have to tell you, he was neither polite nor strategic in his approach to us.”

Leesa felt her eyes widen for a second time as Adam cut to the chase and told Garwood—presumably someone in the management of the DEA—everything that had transpired with Bateman. She looked from Phillip to Jason. They appeared as confused as she felt.

Of course, she had heard some stories about the head of the combined families and that the nonagenarian enjoyed a particularly long reach of influence. I guess they weren’t just stories after all.

When Jason tilted his head as he looked at her, she winked. She was pretty certain he understood that gesture to mean that she’d tell them all about it what she’d been thinking. And she would. It would be the second thing on her agenda, once they were alone.

Kind of a later, later.

* * * *

As soon as the door closed behind them, Leesa turned toward them. Jason and Phillip stood side by side, which was perfect. She opened her arms and flung herself at both of her men.

“My heroes! Both of you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” They tucked her in, and she couldn’t hold back her sigh.

“You don’t have to thank us, sweetheart.” Jason nuzzled the right side of her neck, kissing that ear, giving it a little lick. Of course, her body shivered in response.

“You never have to thank us for defending you, love. It’s what we will always do, and gladly.” Phillip kissed her other ear, and Leesa got a glimpse of what heaven was really like.

The urge to share, to tell them, rose up, a long overdue eruption of truth that she could no longer hold back. “You don’t know…you couldn’t possibly know.” Leesa believed if she didn’t let everything out right then, she’d explode.

“What don’t we know, sweetheart?” Jason asked. “That you’re honest and kind, with the biggest heart in the world?”

“What don’t we know, love? That your patriotism is as deep as your heart is wide and that you’re the most wonderful woman in the world?”

Here, right here, was every dream she never dared to dream and every hope that she’d never allowed to grow in her heart.

Leesa realized in that moment that it was easier to go without if you believed there was no chance to ever have. But here it all was, right here, just waiting for her to accept it.

How did I ever get so damn lucky?

“What you don’t know is I love you. I love you both so much, and it’s the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever known.”

Jason closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers. “Thank God. Oh, thank God.” Then he lifted his head, opened his eyes, and used trembling hands to cup her face. “I love you, Leesa Jordan. I love you with every fiber of my being, and I will until the day I die.”

He laid his lips on hers, and she opened wide, not only needing all he could give but desperate to give all that he needed in return.

Phillip pressed close, and when Jason lifted his lips from hers, both men turned her so that she faced Phillip.

“I love you, Leesa. I never knew I’d be able to find a woman who’d love me and my best friend in equal measure. But I did. I found you, and by God, I’ll never stop loving you.”

Phillip’s kiss intoxicated her every bit as much as Jason’s had. She let herself drown in them, in their passion and their fire and their hearts.

Hearts that had just been handed to her. Hearts she would carry with her and guard for the rest of her time on this earth.

Then Phillip drew back, gave her one of his sexy, sassy grins, and ran for the stairs. Jason grinned, reached for her hand, linking their fingers, and followed.

Leesa giggled as she ran up the stairs behind Jason, as eager as they apparently were to get naked and to just be. She had a sense what was coming next. She shivered with anticipation, and then she firmed with resolve.

“I need to show you. I need to give to you…” Her heart was so full, she was having trouble forming the words.

They stood in their bedroom. Phillip had just taken her right hand in his, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. She was overcome by the intensity of their gazes, the heat of their bodies, and the aroma that said to her inner woman just two words—my mates.

“What do you need to show us?” Jason’s voice had taken on that change, that edge that turned her on. She’d never believed a man’s voice alone could do that to her, but here she was, quivering with need.

A deep, feral need to give.

“I need to show you what you both mean to me. I need to give you what I never imagined I would need to give—until I met you. I need, very much, to suck your cocks and pleasure you both.”

Her men exchanged a look—just one brief look—and then Jason faced her and nodded.

“Strip, then get on your knees.”

A hot, lusty shiver racked her as she did exactly as she’d been asked—no, commanded—to do. She didn’t give a damn about where her clothes fell. She only wanted to obey as quickly as possible.

“Phillip first,” Jason said. “I need to watch as you service him, wench.” The wink he tossed at her with that outrageous word sparked a smile. With each passing day, her Jason was becoming more comfortable with the relationship the three of them were building.

Neither he nor Phillip had been raised in Lusty. Yet they both clearly enjoyed sharing her.

It’s not the air or the food or the water at all. It’s in the genes. And in the heart.

Then Phillip dropped his pants and sat on the end of the bed. His cock stood, awaiting her attention. The drop of pre-cum on its