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

off hers and brought her to his lap, turning her mid-air so that she straddled him. Randy moved subtly closer, and the heat from both their bodies warmed her down to her core.

“We weren’t coming to Lusty for this.” He ran his hands up and down her arms. “We weren’t even going to look for you yet, but that doesn’t seem to matter, because there you were, and here you are. I love you, Michaela Powell. And you need to know, that’s forever.”

Lewis held her as if she were the most delicate thing, ever. But when he kissed her, he kissed her hot and hard, and she felt almost, but not completely, branded.

Her tongue danced with his, seduced by his, and she drank him in even as she surrendered completely to the embrace of his arms and the possession of his mouth. The press of his hardened cock, separated from her by their jeans, felt good and right and made her juices flow.

Randy’s hand caressed her back, a sweet yet completely erotic gesture. Lewis released her lips, and Randy’s hand stroked her chin, turning her face toward him.

“No, we weren’t coming to Lusty for this, but I had such hope. I had so much hope that, when we got here, destiny would step in. I knew it the moment we entered that roadhouse, before I even laid eyes on you. My soul felt yours, and that’s the God’s honest truth. I love you, Michaela. And yeah, forever might just be long enough.”

Randy leaned in, and his flavor exploded in her mouth. For a heartbeat, she could taste both men, and it was the most exotic flavor in the world. She suckled, drinking him, letting him drink her. In that moment, her joy knew no bounds. Now she felt branded, and it was the best felling in the world.

Randy lifted his lips from hers. She knew her eyes were damp. Secure in her perch on Lewis’ lap, she reached up a hand to each beloved face. She held them and found that, in a choice between them and her heritage, there was no contest at all.

“I can sell. I know you have a dream to find a place that would be yours. I can sell this and go wherever you want to go.” How easy it was to know that was the right decision. They were more important to her than anyone—or anything, including this piece of Texas ground.

Randy looked at Lewis and moved his chair just that much closer. Lewis lifted her, and somehow, she was sitting partly on both men. They both held her, and their heat and their scent sank into her, comforting and arousing at the same time.

“No, baby girl. We had that dream, but we didn’t understand it. We wanted a place to belong, and now we know it really never was about land at all. Land can’t love you back. Land can’t have your children. It was about you. We belong with you. You’re our home.”

“You’re our place, sweetheart. We’ve known that for a while, now. So if you don’t mind, we’ll just stay right here, with you.”

She felt the honesty in their touch and read absolute love in their eyes. This was more than she’d ever dared imagine. “I need you. I need you both.”

They moved so fast she giggled. It was Randy who lifted her, who held her so that her feet were nowhere near the ground. And how strong did a man have to be in order to spin her around in his arms so that his chest now pressed against her back?

“I need you too, sweetheart.” His words tickled her ear as he carried her toward the bedroom. “I need to watch you fuck my brother, and then, sweet Michaela, I need to feel my cock in your ass.”

Michaela shivered and could have sworn that her pussy released more of her nectar onto her panties.

“I love it when you play with my ass. I didn’t think I would. I’ve wanted you there for a long time.” There was one more thing she wanted, that she never could have believed she would. She very much wanted to have both her lovers’ cocks inside her body at the same time. She knew it was referred to as a couple of things—double penetration being one. She liked the name that Jenny had for it—the ménage. Three bodies made one in a moment of sheer and perfect intimacy.

They’d stopped in the bedroom, a few steps from the foot of the bed. Lewis stepped in front of her and bent down to brush his lips against hers. “Are you wet for me, baby girl?”

What was it about the way these two men spoke to her that got her so horny? She didn’t know, but she hoped it never, ever stopped. “Very. Everything inside me is crying for you both.”

“No crying.” He kissed her again, and then Randy set her on her feet. “No crying—just submission. Let’s try that this time and see if you’d like more.”

She’d told them, in the beginning, that she wasn’t certain if that “D/s” vibe was something she’d want. Now, she suspected it was not only something she wanted. It might just be something she needed. That girls’ night with those women who were avowed submissives still shone in her memory. So she thought about all she’d heard, and then she gave him the one answer she figured would tell him all she didn’t yet know quite how to say.

“Just tell me what to do…Sir.”

Lewis’s eyes gleamed bright. Joy, palpable and real, emanated from him. Standing just a tad straighter, he held her gaze as he nodded.

“Obey, baby girl. If you’re worried about anything, say ‘yellow’ and we’ll pause. If you’re scared, say ‘red’.”

She wasn’t going to be worried or scared. Instead of saying that, though, she lowered her gaze then lifted it again to meet his.

“Yes, Sir.”

“We’re going to strip you now.” She’d never been undressed so fast in her entire