One Thanksgiving in Lusty, Texas by Cara Covington (rosie project TXT) 📕

hips, and his hardening cock nestled closer, finding the cleft of her ass and practically wearing her.

Then she felt James’s fingers stroke the outside of her then slide in deep. His clever fingers moved inside her, seeking…and then they hit that same spot Adam had found, and she jolted. Laughter against her cunt ignited her arousal.

“That’s your sweet spot,” Adam said.

James sucked her clit into his mouth at the same instant Adam pinched her nipples hard. Pamela screamed as her entire body shivered and convulsed, as this new orgasm, bigger, brighter, harder than she’d known was possible, slammed into her, pounding her, lifting her, and changing her—changing her forever.

* * * *

Adam didn’t think he’d ever get tired of looking at his Pamela. In sleep, with her pretty light brown eyelashes closed and her breathing deep and even, here was what he’d hoped for, what he’d yearned for since the first moment he’d laid eyes on her last November.

He would never forget looking up from the cashier in the cafeteria and seeing Pamela. Alone at a table by the windows, she appeared lost in thought. Something within him rejoiced at the sight of her. Then he realized his brother was looking at the same woman, with a look on his face that told him he felt it, too. They approached her, as one. She met their gazes…it was a moment he would never forget.

The morning sun danced among the curtains, announcing a new day.

Adam didn’t have to check his watch to know it was early, yet—likely just past dawn. A sense of being watched had him glance at his brother. James, also awake, grinned at him.

They’d both recognized their woman on sight. From that moment to this, this is what they’d longed for.

Did their fathers and grandfathers have it right? Had they taken advantage of Pamela’s situation, of her fear for and, yes, her anger with her father? Adam didn’t know. God, I hope not. Would she have given herself so freely to them if she’d been upset with them?

Right then he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside Pamela, to lose himself in the reality of her heat and her…her love.

Did she love them? Looking at the last few weeks through the lens his fathers had given him the night before, he couldn’t see how she possibly could. But she would love them. He silently vowed it.

He’d do everything in his power to see that she would—beginning right now.

Yes, he wanted to love her again, but they’d been greedy with her last night. He met James’s gaze and nodded toward the door. One of the things about having such a close relationship with his brother was he rarely had to explain himself.

James nodded, and together they slipped from the bed. They took a moment to tuck the blanket around her. Then, moving quietly, they each grabbed their trousers and left the room. Once downstairs they stepped into their pants and headed to the kitchen.

“Do you think they had it right, Adam? Do you think that once Pamela thinks about it, she’ll feel we tricked her into marrying us?”

No, I don’t have to explain myself to James. “I hope not, Jamie.” He’d used the old nickname from their childhood. “I really hope not. But the more I think about that possibility, the worse I feel.”

“Then we’re just going to have to court her—really, really well.”

“And we can start by giving her a rest from our greedy selves,” Adam said. “Let’s get a pot of coffee on, and then we’ll make breakfast.”

“Coffee we can manage fairly well, but I don’t know about cooking breakfast.”

“You have a point. I don’t suppose there’s any of Aunt Miranda’s banana bread in the freezer? We’ve got apples here, and I was certain I saw some cherry preserves in the fridge.”

“We could make her a continental breakfast! Good thinking.” While James went into the back room to search their freezer, Adam started a pot of coffee. He had noticed Pam didn’t like her coffee overly strong, so he eased back on the amount of grounds he put in the basket. Once he had the pot on the stove, he conducted a small survey of the food they had on hand.

James came back into the kitchen, a huge grin on his face. He was holding a wrapped loaf, and it was dated just the day before.

James took care of the banana bread while Adam selected a few apples from the bowl on the counter.

“I never thought that becoming an MD meant I was particularly qualified to dice apples.” His brother chuckled, which put a smile on his own face. “I think there’re a couple of lemons in the fridge. Maybe we should slice one up, to use with the tea mother left in the fridge?”

“Good idea. I wouldn’t be at all surprised to have company later, although the only one who mentioned they’d be here for certain was Caleb.”

“Likely the aunts will want to come by soon.” Adam nodded.

“The aunts, yes, and maybe mother and both of the grandmothers. Not to mention our two newest cousins.”

James chuckled. “Bernice and Samantha. It might well be that later today would be a good time to go down to the office and have a look around—if we get inundated with women.”

Adam had missed his family and was looking forward to seeing everyone again. But he wasn’t altogether certain he wanted that to happen en masse.

The banana bread was warming in the oven, the coffee was perked, and the bowl of chopped apples, tossed with a bit of lemon juice and a judicial amount of sugar added, awaited.

Adam set the table while James poured coffee for the two of them.

“As I was working on putting Aunt Miranda’s banana bread in the oven, I was thinking about what the old men were saying last night, and I had a horrific thought.”

“I’m not sure I want to hear your horrific thought. I just got myself into a mental space where I