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

dip into the entrance beyond, and the teasingly close flick next to her clit drew her from sleeping to wakefulness in mere seconds.

She groaned even before she’d become fully alert, the undulation of her hips an automatic response to the delightful stimulation she was receiving.

“Good morning.” Morgan paused long enough to look up and flash her a cheeky grin.

She met his gaze and returned his smile. “It certainly is. My two favorite fantasies…sex, overlaid with the scent of coffee and bacon.”

“I’m so glad you said ‘sex’ first, sweetheart. Proves you have your priorities in the right place. Henry’s making breakfast, and I’m making you.”

Tamara had a smart answer on the tip of her tongue. Morgan surged up her body and thrust his cock into her pussy and his tongue into her mouth.

Smart-ass answers gave way to a sudden spike in arousal. Words evaporated in the rising heat of mutual lust. Tamara gave herself to the all-out physical thrill. Moving in sync with the man on her and in her, she stretched and pressed and rubbed, moving her hips in counterpoint to his.

Their tongues dueled, a dance of knowing, a tango of teasing. She could taste them both, and the flavor was dark, a forbidden ambrosia that fueled her fire and primed her passion.

Morgan slid one hand under her bottom, urging her closer, and she wrapped her legs around him, rubbing her pussy close and fast against his groin.

Her clit made contact with the hair cradling the base of his cock, and she shivered with the delicious sensation. Her climax beckoned. Tamara’s heart raced toward it, and her blood burned for it.

“Come with me, Tamara. Let’s fly together.”

He had only to say the words and she felt it begin, the dizzying climb, higher and then higher still. No, this wasn’t about flying, she understood in a heartbeat, but falling, a vast, exciting, meteoric free fall from the very acme of arousal down the chute of ecstasy into a hot, bubbling cauldron of bliss.

Yes, a fall, not flying, and God help me, I’ve fallen hard.

The orgasm shot through her, shredding her emotional defenses even as it sent electrifying pleasure out to every part of her body. The shivers of her climax shattered her and made her whole again at the same time. Above her, Morgan stiffened, letting loose her lips and groaning as his cock convulsed inside her. His orgasm caressed hers from the inside, making it longer, stronger, and more.

Making it much more than just an orgasm.

The rapture began to fade, and in its wake lassitude crept over her, lulling her with a sense of contentment, luring her into the need to cling. How easy it would be to give in, to take and to revel and hold on without thinking.

Morgan rolled to his side and brought her with him, his arms cradling her.

“What’s wrong, Red?”

How could she answer him without giving away even more of her soul? This man and his brother had drilled through all the protective layers she’d spent a lifetime building around her heart. Now the remnants of those layers were falling away, leaving her open and so very vulnerable.

“What makes you think anything’s wrong?” She thanked her ingrained habit of denial for giving her a moment or two to think.

“I feel your sadness.” He moved then, easing her onto her back. His gaze, when it met hers, had filled with tenderness. “You have to know Henry and I would never hurt you. You’re safe with us.”

“Maybe you wouldn’t mean to hurt me.” Damn. Couldn’t she keep anything in when it came to these damn Kendalls?

“It’s all right, sweetheart. We’ll just take things one day at a time.” He used a hand to stroke her hair off her face and to caress her cheek. “We’re not asking you to give us anything you’re not ready to give us, or anything you don’t want to.”

Shows how much he knows. Because he seemed to want one, she gave him a small smile. Then, since his gaze saw far too much, she stretched up and laid her lips on his, hoping to distract him.

He kissed her back sweetly, then weaned his lips from hers and continued to stare at her.

Tamara knew she’d already given these two flyboys something she’d never intended to let them anywhere near. She’d given them her heart.

“Breakfast is likely ready, or just about,” Morgan said. “What do you say we eat first and then shower?”

“No, you go ahead. I’ll just grab a quick shower on my own. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

Morgan looked at her for a long moment, and inside herself, Tamara fought the urge to squirm. Then he leaned over her and gave her another quick kiss.

“You can run, Red, but you can’t hide. You’re bound to try, though. I feel it only fair to warn you that we aren’t going to give up on you.” He held her gaze and seemed to be looking for something within the depths of her eyes. “Baby, you don’t need to hide from us.”

“You don’t understand. You don’t know where I’m coming from. It’s easy for you to say that, to feel that. Everything is so simple for you. Look at the family you grew up in!” She had to get away from him before he broke her down completely. She felt too close to something she’d never considered having, too close to being completely naked in a way that felt far more threatening than simply being without her clothes.

“You mean because I have three fathers?” A slight chill had entered his voice, and it would likely be smart to let him think that. It would be the perfect way to get back the ground she’d lost. Let him and Henry both think she was turned off by his family, by their lifestyle.

Oh yes, it would be easy, but she simply couldn’t do that. Why do I have to be so damned honest?

“No. Because your parents are still together and still in love.”

For a long