Covington, Cara - Love Under Two Lawmen [The Lost Collection] (Siren Menage Everlasting) (17 page)

Warren continued to stroke her clit with his fingers, ensuring her arousal stayed high. Amanda felt full already, but she knew Adam had just barely breached the barrier of her bottom. With a movement that was slow and steady, she pushed back and felt him sink just a bit more into her. Experimenting, she changed the angle, pushing down, and was rewarded with the sensation of Warren’s cock nudging her deep inside. Back, then down, she repeated the movement. Low groans and ripe, soft curses told her the men both enjoyed her movements. She felt powerful and wicked, wild and wonderful, as her efforts brought pleasure to them all.

Her excitement clamored for the prize she knew awaited her, and she pushed back, harder, and felt Adam’s cock slide all the way into her.

“Oh, God, yes, I can feel you,” Warren said, pressing his body up, sliding his cock as deep into Amanda as it would go.

“Yeah. Nothing has ever felt this good. Amanda, sweetheart?” Adam asked.

Amanda quivered, on the edge. “Oh God, oh God. I need…Damn you, move!”

First Adam and then Warren surged into her with slow and steady thrusts, but that rhythm didn’t last long. Soon finesse gave way to rampant greed, and their thrusts turned short, fast, and deep.

Beyond anything Amanda had ever experienced, it felt as if release raced toward her from every point in her body. Unable to form even words, feral sounding mews of desire, timed with their thrusts, emerged from deep inside her. Unable to control even the slightest movement, she felt herself surrender completely, every muscle relaxing as she submitted to the possession of these men.

Release poured out of and into her, a flood so rapid, so huge, she squealed and gasped as the waves of unbelievable rapture came at her again and again in a tingling rush of joy she thought might never end. Shouts, stiffening bodies, and the flood of warm fluid into her body assured her the men both had reached their climaxes.

Adam collapsed over her, his panting as loud and ragged as hers and Warren’s. His weight was a wonderful blanket, the warmth soothing the jagged edges of her nerves as tiny shivers ran over her flesh.

“I’m dead,” she whispered, because she couldn’t think, couldn’t reason, could just lay there and bask. Those tiny shivers kept racing through her, and her nipples beaded painfully.

“Mother of God,” Warren said.

“Yeah.” Adam’s one word sounded full of male smugness. Then, “Are you all right, Amanda? I tried to be gentle, but…” The sentence trailed off as he drew in a deep draught of air and then shivered.

“Amazing.” She didn’t have another word to describe how she felt. Amazing was as close to perfect a word as she could imagine.

“Hold on.” Adam withdrew from her gently, then lifted her off Warren.

The men cocooned her, their heat more than ample to keep her warm. Some minutes later, Adam moved, and she gasped with the loss of heat. He chuckled, then covered her and Warren with a blanket. He stoked the fire, then returned to them.

“Are you sore?” he asked.

“A little. I imagine it’ll be gone by morning.”

“It’ll get easier,” Warren said. “The more times we take you there, the more you’ll stretch.”

She understood his was the voice of experience. “I liked it a lot.” Paltry words, she thought, to convey the sense of being as one with these two dynamic men.

“I never would have known.”

Adam’s dry rejoinder teased laughter out of her and Warren. Then he said, “It was better than anything I’ve ever felt. Ever.”

“It was,” Warren agreed. “I think you’re the part that was missing from us, Mandy.”

Amanda sighed and snuggled deeper into her lovers. As much as their words warmed her, they alarmed her as well. She’d told them she had no idea what the future held, and that was as true this moment as it had been when she’d said it.

Blissful this relationship may be, and, yes, she’d never felt more complete. But she understood how transitory the physical could be. She loved them and loved being with them. But she had a life waiting for her in Richmond, just as they had lives waiting for them here. She simply wasn’t certain these feelings between them could ever be a forever kind of love.

Chapter 15

Warren’s smile felt permanently etched on his face. The scenery had become monotonous a few days ago because he preferred cities over wilderness. The sun must have decided to give summer another try, as it burned down with the intensity of mid-July. His ass felt like it had been molded to the shape of the saddle and would remain so for the rest of his born days.

None of those irritants mattered. He’d never been happier in his life.

He looked over at Amanda and Adam and knew he’d never be able to give thanks enough for the simple miracle of their having come into his life.

He’d carried dark shadows inside him for as long as he could remember, shadows forged by the events of his past and the perilous times he’d survived before landing in Waco. He’d told Adam some, but not all, of what he’d endured. He could see no need to reveal those past wounds to the light of day now. Especially now that he had these two amazing people as lovers.

Every moment he spent with them erased hurts and wounds from the past. They made him feel fresh and clean and new.

How did a man return such a gift?

“If we can get as far as Eufaula Lake before sundown, it’ll be a good place to camp.” Adam turned slightly in his saddle to look at both him and Amanda. Then he flashed that smile Warren so loved. “It’s deep enough. We can swim naked. Um…can you swim, sweetheart?”

Warren knew he addressed Amanda. Swimming naked together was the one thing he and Adam had always been able to do, even in the full light of day, provided they were where women weren’t.

Society is a strange beast.

“Yes, I can swim. I’ve never swum naked, though. I think I’ll like it.”

They’d been skirting the edge of the Ouachita Mountains since yesterday, and the uneven terrain made riding a little more work than it had been. Warren knew he wasn’t alone in keeping an eye on Amanda. She hadn’t complained, but he could see the effort the long days took on her face. He suspected that’s why Adam considered stopping early.

They weren’t that far from the lake. He could smell the water.

Twenty minutes later, they dismounted. The bank of the lake, at this end of it, sloped gently, the grass that grew next to it long and soft-looking.

“Let’s tie the horses over by those trees.” Adam pointed to a stand a bit away from the water and down wind, hopefully, from where they’d sleep.

Once the animals had been watered and relieved of their saddles, they set about making camp. By now, they’d fallen into a routine of tasks—Warren would lay out their sleeping pallet and get the water for coffee and cooking, while Adam and Amanda set out the gear and then gathered wood for their fire.

Warren kept his eye on the others as he went about his chores. They meshed well together, as if they’d been functioning as a family for years instead of weeks.

They are family. They’re my family
.

“That’s enough work. Let’s swim.” Adam accompanied his words by walking toward the water as he opened his shirt.

By the edge of the lake, they all three dropped their clothes. Warren enjoyed the sight of his lovers’ bodies. Adam’s physique made Warren’s mouth water. The muscles roping Adam’s arms and chest seemed more substantial than one would guess looking at the man when he was clothed.

The sight of Amanda’s breasts with her pink-tipped nipples and the sweet curve of her waist, the lovely, rounded globes of her ass, made him hard.

He never would have imagined how glorious it could be to feel two lovers at the same time as he had when Adam had fucked Amanda’s ass while he’d been buried balls deep in her pussy.

Tonight, he and Adam would reverse those positions.

A cool splash of water pulled him back to the moment. Adam had jumped into the lake and had palmed water at him.

Of course, he couldn’t let such an insult go unanswered.

Amanda shrieked when Warren dove in. He’d grown up swimming in the Delaware River, which meant that a body of still water posed almost no challenge at all.

Clean and clear, the water held a hint of the day’s heat so that the shock of sudden immersion was less than it might have been.

“The man’s a damned fish.” Adam kicked out, trying to escape retribution.

Not wanting his lover to be proven a liar, Warren dove deep, eyes wide open. Easily able to distinguish male from female legs, he zeroed in on Adam. Grasping Adam’s ankle, Warren gave a mighty tug and smiled when Adam’s face came even with his own under water.

They broke the surface at the same time.

“Warren Jessop, don’t you
dare
do that to me!” Amanda’s laughter tickled him. He looked at Adam, felt one eyebrow go up. Adam’s smile was all the answer he really needed.

“Now if you had said, ‘wonderful, handsome Warren, I beg of you please, please don’t,’ you might have had a chance to escape Adam’s fate.”

Amanda surprised him. She didn’t beg, scream, or yell. Instead, she gave him a brilliant smile and then dove down beneath the surface, out of sight.

He and Adam both craned their necks, scanning the area, searching for her. In his head, the seconds added up. His heart began to pound hard when that count passed thirty. He knew alarm showed on his face when a minute had passed. He turned to Adam, who looked on the verge of panic.

The sound of a splash drew his attention. Amanda had surfaced hundreds of feet out into the lake.

“Goddamn it, woman, don’t scare us like that!” Adam yelled.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” Amanda began to swim toward them, her strokes strong and even.

“You said you could swim, but neither of us imagined you could do it so well.”

Amanda slowed her pace as she neared them. “My mother—”

“Saw to it you had lessons.” Warren wanted to laugh because he and Adam had both finished her sentence for her. Then he caught the look in Adam’s eye.

“I’m glad you’re that good. I won’t worry about you, then.” Reaching out, their lover put his hand on top of her head and pushed her under.

* * * *
 

After they’d dragged themselves from the water, Adam set about catching fish. He’d done this a few times along the trail, his simple string and hook working well. Amanda had wondered if he’d get any nibbles, considering all the noise and splashing they’d made earlier, the three of them. But he’d walked down past where he’d tethered the horses, and in short order had three good sized lake trout.

While he’d fished, she’d rinsed her boy-shirt in the water, wringing it out hard and laying it on one of the near-by large boulders to dry.

“Fish is ready,” Warren announced.

Daylight ebbed as they sat down to eat by the fire on a large half-rotted log Adam had found and dragged over. She scanned the forest, the trees marching up the mountain, the slope of the rock not as sharp as the Appalachians back East. It seemed to her there were a lot of old trees and many that had fallen or died.

She noticed Adam following her gaze.

“Nature is miraculous. Likely in a few years, we’ll get a dry summer so the forest will be parched. Then there’ll be a lightning strike and a fire. Clean up all that brush and dead wood.”

“I read about trees way out in California, big trees whose pinecones only seeded
after
a fire.” She shook her head. “I guess the earth more or less can take care of herself.”

“If we don’t get in her way,” Warren agreed.

The trout tasted succulent, tender and so good, and Amanda ate more than usual. There was something about being out on the trail, pushing herself to ride farther and faster each day, that fed one appetite in her while creating others.

“I feel free here.” She hadn’t thought to put it into words, but since this amazing feeling had been authored in part by her lovers, she wanted to share it. “Back home, when I’m at home, life is good. When I’m out and about, it’s a little different. I go into town, into shops, or restaurants, even the post office. I can go in feeling wonderful and come out battered because someone recognizes me, well, not
me
necessarily but rather who I represent to them. I love my mother and wouldn’t change her for the world. And yet, I’m a target for mealy-mouthed old biddies—and some so-called gentlemen—because of her.”

“You have to know it’s not your mother, Amanda. It’s…people. People, as a group, can be mean, nasty bastards. They have standards they arbitrarily enforce, and will cut down anyone who’s different from them—because, I think, they fear that which is different.” Warren said.

“There are all sorts of different kinds of societies in the world, did you know that? I’ve read the accounts of British explorers who have gone into all corners of the globe. I’ve often thought how wonderful it would be if we could make our own society, you know?”

Adam raised one eyebrow. “What would your society be like, sweetheart?”