Love Under Two Financiers Cara Covington (fiction novels to read .TXT) 📖

worked out. What you don’t know is that, after the divorce, I kind of doubled down on the way I’d been before Bryce. I was even more determined not to acknowledge my feminine self.

“When I left the army, when I came here? I felt like a fish out of water. But this place….it doesn’t let you stay that way. It hauls you in and accepts you and then helps you face your inner demons.”

“Tell me about it.” Jason’s tone, so intimate, warmed her heart.

“I never knew that all of the things I was learning, the people I was meeting, that all of that was working to bring me to a place where I’d be ready for you. But it did, and while I could never be ready for the reality of what we share, I am so damn grateful for it and for the two of you. For the first time in my life, I feel whole.”

“I love you, Leesa.” Jason reached down and used a finger to trace her lips. “It’s a forever love, and I never want to be without you. Will you marry me?”

Phillip ran a hand down her body. “I love you, Leesa. You’re the woman I’ve dreamed of finding before I fully understood my dream. Please marry me. Have our babies. Build a life with us.”

“Yes. Yes, yes, and yes. I want to marry you both. I want to marry you and have your babies and grow old with you.” She raised her hands from their chests to their faces. She felt her own trembling. Her heart raced. Desperation filled her, and she believed that if she couldn’t have these men in the next few seconds, she just might die. “I need you both right now.”

“Shh.” Jason gently stroked her face, and then he kissed her.

Opening her mouth, she used her tongue, her lips, trying to draw him in. Her hand left his face and gripped his shoulder. She tugged. Her desperation grew. She felt wild, needy, and greedy. She felt out of control.

Jason moved onto his back even as he reached for her. He held her suspended, above him, and his gaze pierced her. “No condom?”

She knew they were clean, and they knew she was, too. They’d asked her to consider using protection only when it came to anal sex—a pleasure she’d not yet experienced, despite all of her hints and then pleas to do just that.

She didn’t have to even think about her response now. “No condom.”

Jason lowered her onto him, and the heat of his naked, erect cock against her pussy made her shiver.

Behind her, Phillip laid his hand on her back and stroked down. He rubbed his finger against her anus. She would have sworn her pussy gushed in response.

Then Jason combed his fingers through her hair and brought her head down for his kiss. Warm and wet, his mouth suckled hers while his tongue caressed and enslaved her own. He moved his hips, a sultry caress of his cock against her labia. Leesa felt her own moisture, and when he wiggled, she felt his cockhead at the opening of her slit.

She gave him a little wiggle of her own and took his cock deep inside her.

Jason broke their kiss. “Oh, Leesa.”

She didn’t need an explanation. He’d told her she would be the first woman he’d ever be naked inside of. The first, the last, the only.

“Jason. So good.”

“Mmm.” Jason’s agreement caressed her cheek. His mouth took hers once more, and with his right hand on her ass, he fucked her, his tongue and his cock taking her, a synchronized, wondrous plundering.

His strokes, slow and deep, moved in a rhythm that evolved into the most beautiful music. She danced with him, her entire being focused on this joining, this ballet in their own private sanctuary. Arousal wound over and through, binding her to both of her lovers. Phillip’s heat, his hand, connected her to him, and Leesa gave up thinking, wanting only this symphony, this passion…this love.

The realm of sensation and emotion they inhabited needed no words. Sexy and sensual, erotic and romantic, this realm enclosed them, and Leesa’s will, her soul, and her heart surrendered.

She was theirs. Forever theirs.

Rapture bubbled, rising so fast, so full that her heart galloped toward the pinnacle of pleasure. Their lips parted as the explosion leveled them, and only the moment was real. Leesa writhed as the waves of Eros rocked her. And each wave, each soul-deep convulsion brought heat as Jason’s seed bathed her womb.

Another image formed, this one of a life growing within her, and Leesa’s orgasm surged anew. She closed her eyes, clinging to the lover she laid upon, the lover who moved in closer, shielding her, cradling her as she floated, ever so slowly, back to earth.

“Kiss me.”

Jason’s demand opened her eyes and moved her. She raised herself gently to reach his mouth and whimpered when his cock slid from her.

Phillip moved, too, and tented her. She felt the graze of latex on her skin and understood that, this time, her plea didn’t need to be voiced.

“Don’t let me hurt you.” A soft kiss sealed his words against her shoulder.

His heat withdrew, replaced by the sensation of his fingers spreading lube over her anus. Back and forth, the silky glide, the intermittent pressure reawakened hungers. Where arousal had been exhausted, it sparked afresh, rising, rejoicing. Leesa pressed against those fingers and moaned in pleasure when they pushed back, when they entered, and when they moved in and out and around and around, making her ready for Phillip’s cock.

“Don’t let me hurt you.” Phillip repeated his plea.

“You won’t.”

She jolted at the sound of the slap, at the slight sting on her right ass cheek. “I could. Don’t let me.”

Leesa raised her focus above the pleasure and heard the fear in Phillip’s voice. “I won’t, love. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

“Thank you.”

Her next words were stolen because the breath was sucked from her as Phillip moved in, placed his cock