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

pampering, but this, this was a new standard. Every inch of her that they massaged became theirs. The lassitude, with a hint of horniness, simply permeated every bit of her flesh. Then the relaxation gave way as fresh arousal began to build. Her pelvic floor muscles flexed, a hungry, instinctive movement. Her nipples beaded, and she shivered as that act seemed to trigger her clit.

She tingled everywhere in need of her lovers.

“Up, baby.” Ian’s hands on her hips guided her, and she raised herself up so that her ass awaited the pleasure he would give them both. On her right side, Ken stretched out, his gaze focused on her.

Her breathing and heart rate increased when Ian spread lube on her anus. Back and forth, the silky massage stimulated her rosebud and sent fresh quivers to her pussy. He kissed his way up her back from the base of her spine, and when he tented her, when she felt the brush of his condom-covered cock against her anus, she mewled with need.

He spoke no words. But gruff, needy male sounds serenaded her. She added her own softer tones, the communication between them not of their minds but of their bodies and their hearts.

She felt the pressure and couldn’t respond any other way but to push back against it. Masculine hands bracketed her ass, and thumbs spread her cheeks. Ian leaned forward and used his body weight to inexorably push his cock into her ass.

So good! She met Ken’s heated gaze and let him see her expression, sharing with him how much she wanted, and needed, this. His subtle nod was a communication to both her and Ian.

Ian eased almost all the way out of her ass then surged in again. The burn, the nip of pain, and the incredible friction against her sphincter became rocket fuel to her arousal.

She groaned and moaned and swore as she moved her hips, incapable of stopping as she met him thrust for thrust. The hunger that had grown steadily within her became a desperate craving, one that demanded satisfaction.

Ian grunted and swore. The slap of his balls against the bottom of her slit felt incredible, and as his scrota heated and hardened, those signs sent a message to her soul that they would both find their climaxes together.

Then Alice screamed as her orgasm exploded, a hot, burning helping of the most erotic ecstasy she’d ever known. Wave after wave pummeled her, and as Ian held deep and fast, as she felt his ejaculation into the condom that was buried deep within her, she wondered if some pleasure was just too much to survive.

Then his weight became hers, his heat blanketed her body, and she knew that she would bear any burden and pay any price to love, and be loved, like this.

Chapter Eighteen

“I’ve lived in Texas all my life, and I never even knew there were that many cave attractions available, waiting to be explored,” Cam Drake said.

Ken looked up from his papers, spread out on a good-sized piece of their restaurant table.

They’d come into Waco for a quick meeting with Cam. The man has good people skills. Ken figured anyone who could talk Sergeant Portman into releasing the “crime scene” as quickly as Cam had done was a man to keep up a good relationship with.

“I think we actually surprised Jake, too, when we showed him our list,” Ken said.

“It was kind of cute the way his eyes bugged out.” Alice smiled, and Ken felt his entire world…glow.

This eatery was crowded, even though it was a midweek morning. He guessed a lot of people opted to have breakfast out. Though he highly suspected that some of the folks here were, like the four of them, having a breakfast meeting.

Except that guy in the way-too expensive jacket and slacks with his head bent low over his coffee. He looks like a guy who’s been tossed out of the house by his wife. Something about the man seemed off, and Ken focused for a moment. Likely just the fact he was wearing a baseball cap, which struck him as weird. The headgear does not go with the overpriced threads.

“How will you decide which attraction you’ll choose? Do you have guidelines you’ve set for yourselves?” Cam asked.

Ken pulled his attention away from the lone diner and back to the conversation.

“Up until now they’ve been less well defined than perhaps they should have been,” Ian said. He shot a look at Ken that almost made him laugh out loud.

I really am anal in so many ways. He had to give his cousin credit. Whenever Ken felt as if things were veering toward out-of-control, he tended to want things more regimented, more planned to the nth degree. And at those times, Ian always let him.

Huh. I actually don’t feel that way right now. He didn’t need to look far to know why it was his world felt better than usual—happier and more anchored.

Alice. She really was the part of himself he’d been missing all these years.

“I’m the one who usually presses for having plans for everything while Ian is the one more easily able to go with the flow.” Ken shrugged. He liked Cam Drake and could see no reason not to share some of his thinking.

A quick look at his cousin netted him Ian’s pleased smile.

“It’s why we work together so well,” Ian said. “We balance.”

It really was all about balance. “We do,” Ken agreed. “As to definite criteria? The excursions we choose have to be safe, and the operators have to meet the highest standards in that regard.”

“It’s also not just a case of our choosing an excursion but that the excursion operator would be willing to choose us.” Ian looked over at Alice, and Ken knew exactly what he was thinking.

“This is the first time it won’t be a decision made by just the two of us. Alice will have an equal say, and we’ve found that she has good instincts and a different perspective from