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

a quick look down his body at his cock and wondered if her eyes were bulging. Then Trace turned her around and eased her arms up and then moved them to lay them across his shoulders.

Rachel got the message and linked her fingers together behind his neck.

“Good girl,” Brandon said.

She was now facing Brandon. Unable to tamp down her curiosity, she let her gaze drift down to his cock. Oh, my goodness. She’d never given it much thought before, but now she knew that cocks really didn’t come in just one size. Having seen both Trace’s and Brandon’s, only one thought came to mind. Up until now, I have been cheated!

When she met Brandon’s gaze again, he smirked. It’s a good thing we’re in the shower. He can’t possibly know if I’m drooling or not.

“She’s drooling,” Brandon said.

He poured shower gel on his hands and rubbed them together, creating a nice foam. Rachel sighed, ignored her embarrassment, and closed her eyes as he laid his hands on her. As Brandon bathed her, her nipples beaded, and her pelvic floor muscles contracted. Rachel shivered in response. That had been a nice little maneuver her body performed all by itself. The ripple of pure horniness that shot through her body as a result of that single contraction was astounding.

“You’re so responsive to us, Rachel.”

Brandon’s voice had sounded impossibly deep, sending even more shivers skittering through her.

Was she that responsive just to them? She didn’t know. It had been so long since she’d felt sexual arousal, but she knew what she felt now made everything that had come before a cheap imitation.

Rachel couldn’t even recall the last time she’d masturbated.

Brandon leaned in and kissed her, his lips firm, his tongue commanding, and his passion unmistakable. Then he broke their kiss, and she opened her eyes. His gaze seared her. “Stay with us in this moment, baby.”

“I…” Usually Rachel was better at disguising her emotions than she was right then. The back of her throat ached, and her eyes itched. She wanted to cry, and was proud she didn’t, but she couldn’t control her bottom lip from quivering.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“It’s not okay, damn it. I’m not usually such an emotional basket case!”

“We know that, Rachel,” Trace said. “You gave yourself permission, downstairs, to let go. To let us take over and be in charge—on duty.”

“So just really let go,” Brandon said. “Feel free to cry or do whatever you have to do.” Then he winked and moved his hands down her body. “Spread your legs for me, Rachel. Let me in.”

Brandon’s words sent a shiver down her spine. Let me in. Ultimately, she understood that was going to happen. She was going to let both of these men into her body, and likely into her heart. So she spread her legs, and when Brandon began to run his hand back and forth from the top of her mound to the crack of her ass, when he stroked her clit and then pressed lightly against her anus, all her nerve endings exploded.

Her scream bounced off the glass of the shower. The orgasm ambushed her, pummeling her with wave after wave of pleasure that sapped the rest of her strength. Trace’s arms came around her and held her close. Brandon’s gaze held hers as his hand moved fast and light, extending the pleasure, making her feel that climax to its very last drop.

“Oh, God.” She’d never come like that. All the orgasms she’d ever had, and there hadn’t been many, had been mild little ripples, not the tsunami she’d just survived.

Brandon reached for the shower wand and rinsed her off. Then he set the tool up and reached for her.

“Come here, baby.” He brought her flush against him and held her close. His heat permeated her, and because he held her so securely, she understood that she’d been shivering.

Brandon had told her that their focus was to give her what she needed. She’d never known an orgasm like that, and it had totally drained her. She’d never considered sexual release a need. I clearly have to rethink things.

Rachel opened her eyes when she realized Brandon was carrying her. He only walked as far as the Jacuzzi, cradling her in his arms as he moved. Then she felt him sit on the edge of the tub. A heartbeat later, he was lowering them both into the heated water. The sound of the jets began, and Trace joined them in the froth.

“Oh, yes.” Every muscle that hadn’t already turned to melted honey did so as the hot water enveloped her.

Brandon had set her on the bench, and she closed her eyes and sighed. He held her left hand while Trace took her right.

“Don’t worry about dozing,” Brandon said. “We’ll keep you safe.”

Rachel had never felt so relaxed. She felt as if she drifted in some mystical place between dreams and wakefulness. The sound of the bubbles played on one level, just above her, there but not. She reveled as the heat sank into her, wonderful liquid heat that chased away every bit of the cold that had been there, hiding inside her for oh, so long. She completely let go for just a moment, and then she was floating, but not in water. A warm towel surrounded her body while another one covered her hair. She realized they were drying her, and she thought she should sit up and not be such a slug. But the moment passed, and she was carried once more.

They laid her on sheets that felt smooth and soft and smelled of fresh air and sunshine.

“Tired, sweetheart?”

Did she just imagine the shade of laughter in Trace’s question? “Mmm.” She opened her eyes and blinked. Two men were looking down at her, two men who looked yummy as hell. It took a moment, but she remembered they’d brought her to their shower, their hot tub, and now their bed…and she was conking out on them.

“Sorry. I didn’t