Love Under Two Reluctant Heroes Cara Covington (best chinese ebook reader txt) 📖

knew where Rachel lived he also had the goods on her, captured for all time by his cell phone’s camera.

His plan was already forming, and it was a damn fine one, if he did say so himself. He’d confront her, sooner rather than later. And if she didn’t give him the money she owed him—if she didn’t give him his share of her big windfall? He had pictures of her getting ready to whore herself with two guys. Hell, for all he knew, they could be college kids! Images of her in handcuffs being led off by some scowling, big-belly Texan cop sent a nice feeling through him. He’d do a bit more looking into things and see what was what. A daytime visit to that bar probably wouldn’t be amiss.

The bottom line was really simple. Either Rachel gave him what he demanded or he would use those pics he’d just taken to fucking ruin her.

 

Chapter Sixteen

Rachel listened intently. She could just barely make out the sounds of their movements. Brandon had set her here and left the room, but now he and Trace—who had left before Brandon had restrained her—were back.

She liked being blindfolded, liked being restrained—this time to the newly legless ottoman in their living room. She was on her knees and forearms with her ass in the air, hanging off one end of the stool while her head extended over the other. She wasn’t more than a foot or so off the floor, but her knees and arms were on a padded surface. Though she was without clothing, and arguably vulnerable, she felt secure.

Safe, secure, and wanted. I’ve never trusted like this before, but my trust in them both runs bone deep and is solid.

“So, this is the famous improvise, adapt, and overcome I’ve heard the Marines are famous for.”

Rachel heard the thread of humor in Trace’s voice. But she also heard the lust, and that lust made her even wetter than she already was.

“Not sure this was what was exactly behind that motto,” Brandon said. “But yeah. And you have to admit, it works.”

“It does indeed.” He stood silently for a moment, and she tried to place him. On her right, she thought, and fairly close.

“Her breathing has sped up a little, and the pulse at her throat is beating just a bit more prominently.”

“Yes. You’re learning,” Brandon said. “You already have the instincts, brother. You just need to develop your skills.”

Rachel felt the nearness of Brandon and mentally moaned as his body heat seeped into her back. Then he inhaled deeply. An image formed in her mind of his face close to her cunt as he breathed in the fragrance of her arousal.

She couldn’t hold back a whimper as that arousal spiked. Her nipples drew impossibly tight.

The touch of a hand between her spread knees sent a shiver through her. A slurp followed by an mmm—Trace—coaxed more of her nectar from her pussy.

“You always get so wet for us, sweetheart.”

Rachel licked her lips. “I can’t help it.” That hadn’t been a question, per se. She wondered if she’d broken the no-talking rule.

“We don’t want you to help it, baby. We want you wet. Wet and horny and ready for anything. Are you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you ready to do anything we ask of you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Trace is going to tell you what’s about to happen.”

They’d changed positions. Rachel sensed the movement, heard it in Brandon’s voice as he spoke, and understood that he now stood by her head while Trace was near her ass. She felt Brandon move closer still and sensed he was either squatting or kneeling in front of her.

More movement, and then a wet kiss on her naked ass cheek.

“You’re going to let Brandon fuck your mouth while I lap up your pussy juices and play with your ass. And then, sweet Rachel, I’m going to fuck your ass. What do you have to say to that?”

Oh, God. Can I get any hornier? She’d never have believed she would come to crave feeling a cock in her ass, but over the last week or so, that was exactly what had happened. What did she have to say to that?

“Thank you, Sir.”

Trace’s chuckle moved with him and sent a ribbon of pleasure through her. When she could please either or both of these two men, she felt…well, she felt like a real woman.

Trace’s chuckle ended against the flesh of her cunt as he put his mouth on her and began to plunder.

She sucked in a breath and felt the damp crown of Brandon’s cock brush her lips. Eager for all they had to give her, she opened her mouth.

Brandon had both hands in her hair, holding her head steady as he began to move his cock in and out of her mouth. Trace used his tongue and lips to slurp her nectar, tease her clit, and plumb her pussy.

Rachel surrendered to these men, her lovers. She kept her mouth pliant and dipped her hips ever so slightly so that Trace had the best possible access.

The touch, light but lingering against her anus, urged a hum of pleasure out of her soul, a hum that Brandon clearly appreciated.

Thinking shattered, as sensations and emotions grew and swirled, as her arousal soared and shivered along with her burgeoning feminine power. She swallowed and used her tongue to stroke the hard, heated shaft that moved inside her mouth. She used her pelvic floor muscles to clutch tight the waves of orgasmic spasms that were beginning to flow through her.

“Drink, baby.”

Rachel’s throat obeyed as the first stream of Brandon’s cum hit. His sound of pleasure and Trace’s hum of enjoyment thrilled her, fed her horniness so that all she wanted to do was give and give and give.

Trace sucked on her clit and pushed a finger through her rosette. Rachel’s climax exploded, sending waves of hot lava and shimmering sexual pleasure through every nerve ending in her body.

Brandon eased his cock out of her mouth. He leaned forward and