Love Under Two Flyboys [The Lusty, Texas Collection] Cara Covington (short story to read txt) 📖

Tucked away in a corner of the parlor, it was wired to pipe music through the entire house. He queued up a number of jazz CDs and set the volume on low.

Something about the beat of jazz pulsing through the air reminded him of jungles and hot, steamy sex.

He and Morgan believed Tamara had never been properly romanced or seduced. They wanted to start out the way they meant to go. Every woman deserved the time and the effort to be wooed into the act of making love. And certainly no woman deserved that more than Tamara.

Of course it was far too soon to talk of futures, of weddings and family commitment ceremonies and children. Their tempestuous woman would likely run screaming in the opposite direction if she had any clue they were thinking of spending a lifetime with her at this early stage.

So for now they would woo her, and make love to her, and see if they couldn’t crack that brick wall she’d built to protect her all too vulnerable heart.

Everything was ready, with one side benefit he hadn’t expected. As he heard the sound of the Caddy pulling into the drive, a shiver of nerves jolted through him. He hadn’t been nervous at the prospect of having sex with a woman since his first time, all those many years ago.

I’m nervous because Tamara matters.

Then she walked in the door, and Henry knew everything was going to be good.

“Wow, something smells delicious in here,” Tamara said. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Those actions made Henry’s cock get even harder than it had been.

“Mm, the only thing I smell is you, and, sweetheart, delicious doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He stepped forward and cupped her face in his hands.

Tamara’s eyes opened. He caught the startled flash and watched it give way to pleasure. Taking that look as all the permission he needed, Henry laid his mouth on hers.

He loved the taste of her, a mixture of sweet and tart that heated his blood and stirred his arousal. His cock sensed her nearness and stiffened even more. He slid his tongue into her mouth, pleased when hers stroked back, when the suction of her lips and the swirl of her tongue turned hot and avid.

Henry raised his head. The heat of her body pulsed a unique fragrance he found very erotic. “Tonight, we won’t just make you come and tuck you into bed. Tonight, we plan to have you.” He looked up and his gaze met Morgan’s glittering one.

He caressed his hands from Tamara’s cheeks to her shoulders then gently turned her to face his brother.

Morgan drew her closer. “Do you want us both, Tamara? Will you take us both into your body?”

No question, if she said no they’d back off. Of course they’d try again. And again. Kendalls always stopped at the word “no,” but they didn’t give up easily.

Tamara shivered. She reached up and stroked Morgan’s face, and then glanced over her shoulder and met Henry’s gaze.

“I had planned to give you a bit of time last night, and then I was going to pounce on you. Instead, I fell asleep. I woke up hungry for you, and that hunger has stayed with me all day. So, yes. Yes, I want you both.”

He saw it then, the unspoken message that she’d take them for as long as their ardor lasted and consider it all just sex. Considering what she’d said about her parents, he could hardly blame her for believing that passion didn’t last.

That was all right. As long as she was with them, as long as she was open to them, they had hope. All they needed was time to prove to her that passion did indeed last.

As long as she stayed there in Lusty, they had that time to prove to her that sometimes, passion became love and lasted forever.

* * * *

Before impending nerves and vulnerability had a chance to overwhelm her, Morgan lifted her into his arms.

“Wrap yourself around me, sweetheart.”

His heat became hers as, with arms and legs, Tamara clamped onto him. He carried her, much as he had the night before. Since he was doing the walking for both of them, she felt free to do something else. She nuzzled her face against his neck and began to lick him.

Morgan’s indrawn breath hissed between his teeth. “Easy, Red. I need a shower, first.”

“I like the taste of you as you are, all work-sweaty and delicious.”

“Lord, woman.”

Since his heat increased and his step faltered, she guessed he liked what she’d said and what she was doing to him.

He hadn’t even finished lowering her feet to the floor in the bathroom when he bent down and captured her mouth with his. He didn’t kiss her, he devoured her. A secret part of her melted, eager to submit, to give everything without hesitation. And while this new urge felt exciting, it wasn’t comfortable, and certainly had never been her before.

Tamara had always had trouble really letting go with a man.

Henry pressed against her back and ran his hands from her shoulders, down her arms, until he had her hands in his.

She slid her lips from Morgan’s and tilted her head back. “I want to taste your sweat, too,” she whispered to him.

“Good God, woman, you get me hot.”

Morgan turned her around, and when Henry reached for her she jumped him, making him hold her, making him wrap his arms around her. She set her mouth on him, kissing, licking, and sucking his flesh.

“Mm, different, but just as tasty. Why do you two taste so damn good to me?”

“Careful, Itty, or you’re going to be tasting us in a whole other way.”

She grinned at the tight sound of Henry’s voice. He set her down gently, and she stroked her hand over the erection that threatened to explode out of his jeans. “I want to suck your cocks. I want to suck both of them.”

“Damn, Red, we’re trying to give you a bit