Love Under Two Reluctant Heroes by Cara Covington (best books to read fiction txt) 📕

his mind. He knew if a man treated a woman poorly, over time, that sense of not measuring up poisoned a woman’s self-confidence. If a man treated his wife like garbage, in time, that was how she felt.

That was another specter from the past they’d have to battle, but Brandon knew they were both up to the task. Satisfied for the moment that Rachel understood that she turned them both on, he gently stripped the blouse from her body. His blood heated at the sight of her lush breasts pushing against her cotton bra. Then he reached behind her and unfastened that garment. It joined her blouse on the floor.

“Perfect.” He looked down at Trace, who’d finished taking her shoes and socks off her.

“Yes,” his brother said. “Absolutely perfect.” Trace stretched up and placed a kiss on Rachel’s left nipple. Her sudden sucked-in breath and the way both buds drew tight in response showed Brandon how responsive she was.

“Stand up, baby.”

Once she had, Brandon stood and then placed his hands on her waist. Trace reached up, unfastened the button on her slacks, and slid the zipper down. Then he simply pulled the last two garments she wore down her legs, lifting each foot in turn to slide the clothing off her body completely. Then he inhaled deeply.

“She’s wet.” Trace grinned. He stood, stepped back, and began to shuck his clothes.

“Is she? Let me just see about that.” Brandon kissed Rachel’s ear and then slid his hand down her body. If she thought Trace’s little kiss was bold, this is going to totally shock her. He smiled at the gasp Rachel gave them when he ran his fingers through the lips of her pussy.

He placed his lips by her ear. His voice low, he gave her the words he needed to give her, words he knew she really needed to hear. “Did you know we can smell your arousal? It’s a fragrance that shoots straight to our balls, baby. Like the sirens’ call from ancient times, that sweet song that lured the sailors, your fragrance draws us to you. Your fragrance, Rachel. Your arousal. Only yours.”

He held his now wet fingers barely an inch from her face. Then he sucked two of the three into his mouth. Oh, yeah. Her flavor shot his arousal even higher and damn near weakened his knees. He stood flush against her body, so he knew she could feel the pulse of his cock even through his clothing. Her mewl, a soft—and he’d bet unconscious—sound of sexual need was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.

“Taste.” He held the last finger to her lips. Her tiny pink tongue emerged, beautiful in its obedience. Then Rachel closed her eyes. A sign of pleasure at the flavor of her own musk and his flesh? Brandon grinned. Likely more of an “I can’t believe I just did that” reaction. But the increased heat of her body and the way her pulse quickened told him that one taste had fed her arousal as it had fed his.

No one had to tell them their woman wasn’t very experienced when it came to her sexuality. And that was fine. He and his best friend—his brother—would very happily broaden her horizons. He was looking forward to sinking balls deep into her.

But not right now. He looked at Trace and gave him a slight nod.

“Come here, sweetheart. I want to feel your skin against mine.” Trace eased her into his arms. She startled slightly, probably in response to the sensation of her nude body being held against a naked, aroused male.

Brandon stepped back and stripped as fast as Trace had.

Rachel wrapped her arms around Trace, and Brandon knew she’d gone from relaxing in his arms to soaking up his heat. Trace held her snugly and then eased back slightly. He used his right hand to cup her cheek, lifting her face a little. He gave her a brief kiss on her lips. The moment he moved his left hand from her waist to her shoulder, Brandon wrapped his arms around her from behind and eased her back until she was leaning against him. His rigid cock pressed against the top of her ass, laying against the small of her back. His hug was solid and sure. When Rachel laid her head back against his shoulder, he smiled.

Trace headed into the master bathroom, and moments later, Brandon heard the shower come on.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go and get wet.”

 

Chapter Seven

“Wow. When you said we’d shower, I somehow thought we’d all be squished into a tiny little cubicle. I thought the bathroom attached to my bedroom was unique.”

Brandon chuckled, and Trace grinned. “So, you’ve never had a tour of anyone’s master suite here in Lusty?” Trace asked. “Was that the first Lusty-sized bed you’d seen?”

Rachel shook her head. “No, I never have. I brought my own queen-sized bed with me when I moved. I’d bought it only a couple of years ago and didn’t want to leave it behind. Well, I’ve finally had two burning questions answered. The first was, why was my bedroom so big?”

“I bet the second one goes, ‘how do four people fit into a bed comfortably?” Brandon said.

“I had guessed that three could fit in a king-sized bed without too much discomfort. But four?” Then she chuckled. She could feel the heat fill her cheeks. “About the shower? I never once considered that lovers would be showering together—that the shower I had was large for that reason.”

“There are two sizes of beds kept in stock,” Trace said, “one meant for three and one meant for four. Search online sometime and you’ll discover there are even bigger beds out there.” He stepped into the shower and held his hand out to her.

Brandon ran his hand down her back, a motion she took as being encouragement. Rachel stepped forward and accepted Trace’s hand and joined him under the spray.

“Showering together is all part of what the families refer to as ‘water sports,’” Trace said.

Rachel stole