Love Under Two Outfitters Cara Covington (primary phonics txt) 📖

equal measure. I’d never felt that kind of violence before. It filled the air, and for a heartbeat of time, I was back to my youth, to being cornered in the schoolyard and taunted by those bullies.” He sighed. “I wasn’t scared for me, sweetheart, but for you.”

“I was more angry than frightened,” Ian said. “That surprised me, that reaction. I never could have imagined I would suddenly feel like a mighty warrior ready to kill or be killed. I’m usually so…laid back. And I was livid, baby, because you were threatened and I couldn’t, wouldn’t tolerate that.”

“Well, that’s just…that’s something.” Alice kissed Ken’s chest, a kind of thank-you for letting her use it as her pillow. Then she moved so that she could lay on her back and look at both of her men at the same time.

“What kind of a something?”

Ken’s expression was clear. A week ago—heck, a few days ago—there would have been an edge of fear in his eyes, as if he couldn’t quite trust that whatever she was going to say wouldn’t hurt him. I really am not the only one in this relationship with emotional scars. In fact, she would bet that they all three had been equally wounded in life. And they all three found their solace in the triad they’d become—in the family they’d become.

“Until Ian gave me a clue about the gun, I was trying to find a way to put myself between that madman and the two of you. All I wanted to do was protect the two of you. It didn’t matter that that was an illogical thing for me to think, let alone do. I love you both so damn much that I really believe I’d die without you.”

“That’s how we both feel about you, baby.”

Their gazes, as they looked down at her, were filled with everything a woman dreamed of seeing in the eyes of the men she loved. Devotion. Humility. Tenderness. She was the luckiest woman in the world.

Grounded now, and centered, she needed one thing, and she was determined to have it.

“I need you both inside me. Here and now. I need that more than I need anything. I don’t need words.” She huffed out a breath, the slight chuckle putting a smile on each of her men’s faces. “I know, amazing, I don’t need words.” She reached up and laid a hand on each of their cheeks. “This place is so sacred, the three of us together, that when we make love it’s like we’re transported to someplace magical and holy. Please, my darlings. Just love me.”

Ian and Ken looked at each other for a moment, and Alice practically felt the communication between them. Yes, this, here is a very sacred place. Not the bedroom, and not even the physical lovemaking. The union. The heart, mind, and soul of the entity they’d already made by the simple act of choosing it.

The essence of what we are, together, is blessed and holy.

They moved as one, these men she loved. The covers that had encased them, allowing them those precious minutes to begin to recover, soon were gone, no longer needed—or wanted.

Ian turned her face toward him. Tears shimmered in his eyes, and she knew, in hers too. Her men felt what she felt. They’ll never hide their emotions from me. What a miracle that was, alone.

His mouth covered hers, the kiss warm and wet and wondrous. His flavor seeped into her, and as she surrendered, as her tongue danced with his and she drank him down, hands caressed her flesh, the combination of heat and exciting chills bathing her.

Ian raised his head, and Ken directed her face to meet his. Lips and tongue possessed her. For that first heartbeat the flavor of her two lovers was one flavor, ambrosia, and then she took Ken’s taste into herself, absorbing him, wallowing in him.

Mine.

Her breasts, arms, belly, and legs, all were stroked, adored, and worshipped. They stayed her hands when she would have returned the favor, and she sensed they needed this. They needed to give.

To touch, to taste, to claim. Alice surrendered to them both, knowing that in this moment, that was their greatest need.

Her body shivered and her flesh pebbled in reaction to their slow and steady seduction. She closed her eyes, as if she were blindfolded, and let herself melt into the love her men poured over her.

Lips suckled, tongues lapped, and hands cupped and smoothed. Fingers tweaked and plucked and delved. Alice’s nipples became hard buds, and the cool air kissed her dew-drenched labia.

Her pelvic floor muscles rippled, sending even more arousal through her. Her hips undulated, a needy call for more.

Lips and tongue and teeth devoured her cunt, and Alice nearly opened her eyes to see which of her men was treating her to cunnilingus. But she kept them closed and simply savored the pleasure.

Another pair of lips captured her own, and the joy of being doubly suckled shot her arousal to orgasm. Her back bowed off the bed, and feral, feminine sounds emerged, sounds born in ancient times, sounds that since the dawn of humanity spoke to mates, communicating pleasure and need and fulfillment.

The lips covering hers smiled then eased away. Kisses trailed down her torso, and a tongue rasped over one of her nipples.

A nip of teeth drew a groan of lust. Her arousal began the climb back to the stratosphere, and as one set of lips left her labia, another set descended.

More kisses up her body, this time traveled in rhythm with the begging of her hips. A mouth covered her own, and the flavor and scent of her juices mixed with the flavor of her lover—Ian—spread seduction through her bloodstream and temptation through her soul.

Climax covered her, tumbled her through the waves of Eros. Good, so good. And yet, she wanted, needed more.

Ian moved away as Ken crawled up her body. The heat of his cock stroked her clit, and Alice groaned. She opened her eyes at last