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

He flexed his fingers, his silent testament that he found the moment every bit as remarkable as she.

Jason laid his hand on her back, and his subtle push galvanized her. Oh, she felt feminine and sexy as she used a soft and sultry movement to bring her chest flush with Phillip’s. The change in position pressed his cock against her cervix, and she let out a low, hungry sound.

She met Phillip’s gaze as he began to fuck her, as he moved within her. Their gazes held, his eyes sending messages to her heart she would ever cherish and never forget.

Heat warmed her back, and Jason kissed her shoulder. Then he kissed his way down her body, ending with a couple of wet, languid licks of her ass. She couldn’t hold back the grin or her groan when he then began to spread lube between her cheeks. The caress of her anus excited her in a visceral way. She felt the gush. Phillip returned her grin and never let go of her gaze.

Jason used his fingers to open her sphincter, and she pushed back against him. The burn was only slight, but his attention gave her a clear understanding of his desire to prepare her.

Then Jason moved in, spread her cheeks, and pressed his cock on her rosebud. He pressed, he entered, and Leesa came.

She shivered with each spasm, shocked at the speed of her orgasm, at the strength of it. She felt full to bursting, and her men… Her men held her, held still, as the climax had its way with her.

As it began to ebb, Jason eased out then pushed in again. They began a rhythm, her lovers, a seesaw of penetration that had her shivering and quivering and rising like a cyclone, higher, ever higher.

They moaned and groaned, swore and hissed, but no words sullied the moment. This was passion—the physical and the emotional—and they clung to her, as she clung to them and to the experience of having her men inside her at the same time.

Wilder and hornier, faster and deeper, they moved. Leesa grabbed what she needed, down and back, forward and up, over and over until the air hummed with the sound of their primal mating.

The explosion came, rocking them, giving them a shared rapture as their bodies celebrated the peak. Leesa’s low, keening wail and her men’s grunts and shouts melded together to create a crescendo more magnificent than the best symphony could create.

We’re changed, all of us. The thought fled, and Leesa collapsed, bearing one lover’s weight as she used the other for her bed.

She might have dozed for a moment. She mewed when Jason left her, but he returned in seeming seconds. And then they cradled her, holding her, as the aftershocks washed through her.

“I love you both so much. Thank you for choosing me. For loving me.”

“We didn’t choose you, baby, we found you, and thank God for it.” Jason kissed her head.

“What he said.” Phillip spooned her, and Leesa knew that, for the rest of her life, this would be her very best happy place.

“What time is Adam due?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Jason said. “He can wait. Sleep for now, love. He’ll still be around when we wake up.”

Leesa sighed and then did just that.

* * * *

Jason gave Leesa’s hand a squeeze. She’d just finished recounting the events of the night before. He was proud of himself. He kept his mouth shut when she got to the part where she tackled Bateman, when he’d had a loaded gun aimed at her.

Though I should be honest. He had taken the aim off her and put it on Bryce after that man had kicked him.

Leesa had made it clear that Bryce had saved the day by kicking that bastard, Bateman. One hard shot to his knees had begun his downfall—literally. Leesa confessed as she had to him and Phillip the night before that she hadn’t thought to tackle Bateman. It had been an automatic action.

Now she tilted her head as she looked at Adam. “Do you know, I had completely forgotten about that envelope Jerry Levine had asked me to keep for him? Until last night, when Bateman asked me about it.”

“Who was Jerry Levine, and what was in that envelope?” Adam asked.

Jason and Phillip flanked Leesa while Adam and his brother-in-law and DEA agent Peter had questioned her. Adam was recording the interview. Jason was grateful that Adam had come here to the house instead of asking her to go down to the sheriff’s office. He was also very glad that he and Phillip had been allowed to sit in.

Of course, Jason had known Adam and Peter were family and that they’d be kind to Leesa. He just felt better holding his woman’s right hand while Phillip held her left during the process.

“Levine was just one of the guys on the base in Kabul,” Leesa said. “He was a friend of Bryce’s, as were a lot of the guys. That’s how I knew him. He was always polite to me, whenever we encountered each other, so I agreed. I never opened that envelope, so I don’t know for certain what was in it.

“At the time, he told me it was a letter for his cousin, in case anything happened to him. He said I was the only one he thought he could trust to take care of it for him.” Leesa shrugged. “I had no good reason to say no. Over there, sometimes people would do that—write a new will or think of someone they had unfinished business with, someone they needed to make things right with. He could have left the letter in with the rest of his things. The army is very careful about a soldier’s personal effects. But people sometimes worry without any evidence that a letter or envelope might fall between the cracks.” Leesa shrugged.

“People would rather trust comrades-in-arms than their superiors,” Peter said.

“Exactly. Especially the NCOs and the privates.” Leesa grinned. “Anyway, in the aftermath