Love Under Two Cowboys (14 page)

Somehow she didn’t think they’d mind if she confessed that need.

Salty and tangy, Chase’s cock felt just a bit thicker around than Brian’s though she didn’t think he was quite as long.

He tasted different from his brother, yet his flavor fulfilled a need in her that felt ingrained, almost instinctive.

She hadn’t known she hungered for these men until she’d met them.

She moved her head up and down, sliding his hot, hard shaft in and out of her mouth. She used her tongue to stroke that shaft, and gave him little sucking motions as she did.

“Oh, God, sugar, you have a
great
mouth.”

“She does, doesn’t she? And here I am, looking at this luscious ass.” Brian smoothed one hand over her ass, and then slid his hand between her legs.

Carrie groaned. Chase combed his hands through her hair and held her head tight. Brian kept sliding the side of his hand back and forth over her slit.

He pressed against her, and she had no doubt that he was as hard and as randy as his brother.

“The way you’re so sweetly bent over there, darlin’, is just so damn sexy. I want to slide my cock right into your cunt.”

Carrie didn’t want to lift her mouth from Chase even long enough to give Brian a short answer. So she hummed her approval around his delicious cock.

“
Holy hell, sugar
.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Brian said.

Carrie nearly grinned around that wonderful dick in her mouth, but instead sucked him just a little harder. She felt Brian moving behind her, had the sense that he was reaching up for something on the high shelf at his end of the shower.

She heard the unmistakable sound of a foil wrapper tearing, and the sound of a condom being rolled into place.

Then Brian took his hand from her pussy, and replaced it with his cock.

She felt the slide of his latex-covered cockhead against the opening of her slit. He rubbed it back and forth, not penetrating, just caressing her, ending with a soft nudge of her clit.

He felt so hot, so good, she could only moan again. That seemed to be all the permission he needed. He centered his cock against her opening and penetrated her in one smooth thrust.

“Oh, Carrie, your pussy feels so good around my cock.” Brian groaned with pleasure as he began to move his cock in and out of her cunt. Carrie shivered, and slowed her sucking just a little to better focus on the feel of Brian Benedict’s cock inside her.

He caressed her naked ass, running his hands over her flesh. Then he began to stroke along her crack, running his fingers up and down, tracing them lightly over her anus.

She shivered and moaned again.

“Damn, woman.” Chase tightened his grip in her hair.

“I think our woman might enjoy having her ass played with. What do you think, Chase?”

“Lord, I hope so.” Chase smoothed his hands over her back.

“What do you think, darlin’? Will you let us play with your ass? We want to stretch you, so that someday you can take our cocks there.”

“Then, sugar, you can have a cock in your cunt and one in your ass. What do you think about that?”

In answer, she sucked him a bit deeper, then reached forward and cupped his balls in her hand. They felt hot to the touch, soft and delicate, yet they held his seed, and the key to life itself.

“Christ, sugar, I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”

Brian moved, eased his cock all the way out of her, and then slammed it all the way inside her, one smooth powerful thrust. He stretched her, pushing deep. Then he withdrew almost all the way out, and slammed home again.

Carrie shivered as tiny little firecrackers of pleasure burst at various points throughout her body. She knew she wouldn’t last either, despite having already had more orgasms tonight than she’d had in her entire life to date.

“Here, let’s try this, sugar. Make your lips form an ‘O’ around my cock, and let me handle the action.”

“Our woman has a hot, tight cunt and a
very
fuckable mouth.”

“She does, brother. She really does. What a hot little honey she is.”

Why does their talk enflame me?
Carrie gave up figuring out the why and the how of things. She did as Chase asked, forming her mouth around his cock the same as she’d done with Brian, and felt the change instantly as he began to piston his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth at an ever-increasing pace. She sucked, greedily devouring the drops of pre-cum he gave her, craving his load, ready to drink it all.

Chase bent over her. “I won’t go too deep, sugar. I promise.”

She never doubted him, but in thanks, caressed his balls just a bit more. He made a humming sound of his own.

Brian began to grunt as he moved inside her faster and deeper. He grasped her hips, and she loved the forceful feel of his grip, loved the way his cock moved in and out of her, the way he stroked the sides of her tunnel and the friction of him just around her pussy lips.

“So close.” Brian groaned out his words, and then he, too, bent over her. His right hand released her hip and slid around her stomach, to the front of her. He trailed his fingers down, until she could feel him touching the place where he impaled her. Just the image that created, of his hand stroking her pussy lips and his own cock as he fucked her made her shiver and mew and begin to reach for the rapture that held itself just beyond her grasp.

Then Brian found her clit. He rubbed it lightly, back and forth and pinched it between thumb and forefinger.

“Come for us, angel,” he said.

Carrie’s orgasm swirled and rolled and spilled right out of her, a living, breathing essence of its own. It brought wave after wave of the most astounding ecstasy.

Her bliss continued on, peaking anew, drenching her in shivery delight as she felt the cock in her pussy go deep, hold fast, and spasm. In her mouth, Chase’s dick twitched, and in her hand his balls tightened as if drawing up, and she began to suck on him, long, deep draughts that brought his hot seed out of him, and into her hungry, waiting mouth.

“Jesus, woman.” Chase ran his hand from her hair to her shoulders, then eased back, until his cock slid from her mouth. His words had warmed her, letting her know she’d pleased him, and so she used her hand to lift his now-soft dick and kiss it gently.

Brian’s hands moved from her hips to her waist. He, too, withdrew from her body and then helped her to straighten up.

“Come on, sugar, hot tub and then bed.”

Carrie grinned when Chase lifted her yet again. “I can walk, you know.”

“You don’t weigh much and I like carrying you.”

“That is the most amazing shower. I could have sworn the water turned to mist. Maybe we made too much heat.”

“No such thing as too much heat, darlin’,” Brian said. He walked over to the toilet, disposed of his condom, and then joined them at the edge of the tub. “However, the shower does have a mist setting, which I turned it to just before I nailed you.”

The coarse term tickled her and she couldn’t help but laugh. “I never knew sex could be so much fun.”

“Makin’ love, sugar. And yeah, if you do it right, it’s sexy and tender and fun. If you’re the right mates, and you do it right, it’s everything.”

Chase said that in a tone that made it sound like he was just having a normal conversation. But Carrie sensed there was more emotion behind his words than he was letting on.

He eased himself into the water with her still in his arms. As soon as he sat down, she stroked the side of his face with her hand. When he met her gaze, she said, “I stand corrected.” She gave him a sweet kiss, and then moved off his lap so she could turn and kiss Brian, too. Then she sighed as she relaxed back against the side of the tub.

Just because she wasn’t on the same page they were, emotionally or relationship-wise, didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate their feelings.

She didn’t know if what she felt for them was love, or not. What she did know was that she already felt more than she’d ever imagined she would. And for now—for her at least—that was good, and that was enough.

Chase turned his head gently to get a look at the bedside clock. He’d only dozed off and on since Carrie had dropped off to sleep an hour before. Her breaths had been deep and even for a while now.

Two fifteen
. Considering he and his brother had both been at her voraciously since just after six, he guessed he shouldn’t be surprised she slept so deeply.

He liked the way she snuggled into him, and the feel of her body pressed against his. He could still smell her on his face and hands and body, and that was a cock-hardening fact.

He wasn’t a complete pig. He had no intention of jumping her bones again no matter how horny he got. He intended to let her sleep at
least
until dawn.

Carrie didn’t have to be at the restaurant until after ten o’clock tomorrow morning. There’d be plenty of time for more loving, and for her to shower and dress in the morning.

If I’m not going to touch her, I’d better get my horny dick out of such close proximity before my lower brain takes over.

Chase moved carefully, easing out from beneath her, pressing his pillow closer to her, and covering her with the sheet and light blanket as he got himself off the bed. He and Brian had moved a few of their things into this room over the last couple of days, their way of positive-thinking their woman into making that first move.

Guess it worked
.

He snagged a pair of boxers from a drawer, and then headed down toward the kitchen. He kept his steps quiet. The door to Julián’s room was closed. He hadn’t heard the man come in, but that wasn’t surprising.

One thing a lot of the houses in Lusty had in common was better-than-average soundproofing.

Once downstairs, he made himself a cup of coffee.
You can take the boy out of Manhattan, but I guess some of that New York glam sticks
. He never thought he’d prefer a fancy, single-cup coffee brewer over his trusty old percolator, but damned if this fancy machine didn’t make the best coffee he’d ever tasted.

“Good thing caffeine doesn’t keep us awake at night.”

Brian came into the kitchen and popped a pod into the coffee machine. Less than a minute later he had his steaming cup in hand.

Chase grunted, then sat at the table and took a sip of the brew. “I imagine it might begin to, someday, when we’re older.”

“Huh. Guess we’ll have to decide, when the time comes, if sleep is really worth the sacrifice of late-night coffee.”

Chase grinned. Then he set took a seat at the table. “I’m going to head into town in the morning, after Carrie goes to work, and have a chat with Adam and Matt.”

“You’re thinking about that bastard who attacked our woman when she was barely more than a kid, aren’t you?”

“Damn straight. I didn’t want to say anything to her. She clearly isn’t worried about him at this point. Hell, as far as our Carrie is concerned, that bastard is in the past. But I did the math. Asshole might already be out of jail.”

“
Fuck
, you’re right. I wasn’t thinking.”

Chase saw reflected on his brother’s face the same disgust he felt.

“Yeah,” Brian said, “best if Adam gets a line on him, pronto.”

“We have the bastard’s name—George Lockwood—and the city—Abilene. With Adam’s connections, it shouldn’t be hard for him to put a trace on the man. Find out if he’s still in the system.”

“If necessary, we’ll get a PI on him. There’s that outfit that Adam and Jake had watching out for Maggie, when she was still in New Jersey.”

Chase nodded. He and his brother were definitely on the same page. “I want to know where that bastard is, and I want to know what he’s doing. He raped another woman
after
Carrie got away from him? What does that sound like to you, Bri?”

“It sounds like someone who had a temper tantrum because his toy was taken away from him.”

“Exactly. Not too difficult to understand the prick had some kind of obsession going.” Chase narrowed his eyes. “Carrie said he thought she was his gift from God. I don’t care how fucking long that sicko was in jail, or how many gold stars he got for good behavior while he was there. I’m not trusting that he’s rehabilitated.”

“You think he’ll come after her.” The look on Brian’s face told him his brother hadn’t thought of this possibility, until just now.

Chase shrugged. He’d always been a bit more cynical than Brian had been.
I guess that cynicism is a natural byproduct for a man when he gets jumped in a New York alley and nearly knifed to death.
He reached up and stroked the tiny scar by his eye. “I think it’s our job to take care and protect our woman against the possibility,” Chase said.

Brian opened his mouth, but Chase held up his hand, and turned his head to the side, listening. He’d heard a small sound, the creak of the floorboard just above the stairs. As tired as she was, he didn’t think their woman would have awakened. But she might have sensed she was alone in the bed and done just that.