Love Under Two Financiers by Cara Covington (best books to read for self development txt) 📕

“Sorry.” Her face heated. “I have an off-the-wall sense of humor.”

“We like that about you,” Phillip said. He stepped away again, this time to yank down the bed coverings.

Then he came to stand beside his cousin.

“More than the tastiest beef,” Jason said.

“And definitely more than that blissful pastry you served us that first night,” Phillip said.

Jason nodded toward the bed. “Lie down on your back, sweetheart. Watch us.”

Oh, hers certainly weren’t the only nerves playing games here. Both men trembled slightly as they worked to free themselves from their clothing. Maybe they weren’t Greek Gods. They weren’t, either of them, what could be considered buff. Jason’s blond hair and brown eyes captivated her as solidly as did Phillip’s brown and brown. They drew her for all that they were ordinary men. She’d seen enough of the rabid he-man type. The army was full of them, and they had their place. But she preferred these men. Their masculinity was solid and, yes, understated.

But in her eyes, they were virile and sexy and real. Their cocks, hard and long and thick, definitely outclassed the only other lover she’d had. Most importantly, though, and in a way that she couldn’t yet explain, even to herself, these two Benedict men were hers.

She’d never have thought herself a woman who could smooth talk a lover. She’d never before thought of herself as a real, red-blooded woman, period.

But she was. Her body and her heart took over. She opened her arms. “Please. I’m so horny, and I need you both so very much. Please, make love to me.”

Chapter Nine

Leesa shivered and melted as Jason and Phillip stretched out on the bed on either side of her. The sensation of their naked flesh flush against hers made her wetter than she’d ever been. And the heat…ah, the heat simply consumed her, chasing away any lingering chills from every hurt, every insult she’d known in this most vulnerable of moments.

She felt herself a slate wiped clean and ready. Ready for whatever came next.

Jason, on her right, had turned onto his side. His left hand supported his head while his right caressed a path between her breasts and stopping just above her cunt. Then he frowned and moved his hand. One finger circled the scar on her shoulder, a scar that was still puckered but no longer an angry red. He met her gaze and raised one eyebrow.

“Sniper attack at base. That was one of the things that more or less sealed the decision I’d been playing with to leave the army.”

She saw his struggle for control, the way he held his expression frozen. Then he closed his eyes, exhaled, and opened them again.

“That just put a horrid thought in my mind. What if…”

Leesa raised a single finger and placed it over his lips. “‘What if’ is a path you need to avoid. It was just a shoulder wound and didn’t even damage anything inside. I was very lucky. Can we not think about this right now?”

“Yes, we can, if you allow us a ritual.”

She didn’t have a moment to ask what he meant. He leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on her scar. Then he eased back, and Phillip gained his knees, leaned over, and did the same thing.

Then Phillip resumed his place, snug against her left side, and Jason laid his open palm on her chest and continued stroking up and down.

“I find myself feeling nervous, nearly as nervous as my long-ago first time,” Jason said. “You’re so important to me. I don’t want to mess this up.” He leaned in and gave her a very sweet and far too short of a kiss, this one on her lips.

“I feel the same way.” The emotional neediness sweeping through her tempered her voice and her response. “I think this is the most naked I’ve ever been, because I’m not only opening my body to you both. I feel as if I want, and need, to open my soul, as well.” It was far too soon for words of love, and she wasn’t even certain that they’d ever come. But she could give them some words, ones that were real and honest.

“You’re both very important to me, too,” Leesa said. “Nothing about this moment, this place, for me, is casual.”

“No,” Jason said. “This is absolutely not casual.”

Did he just receive a shot of confidence, of—well, the only word that came to mind was dominance? Had he been hiding a strong dominant side this entire time?

Oh, girl, be honest with yourself. You hoped he’d have at least some.

“Stop thinking, Leesa. Just feel.”

Jason moved, his body rising from the bed until, on his hands and knees, he was able to gaze down her body. He licked his lips, and then he covered her mouth with his own and began to woo her.

His kiss, warm, wet, and wonderful, consumed her as if he consumed her, as if he would drink her down in great greedy gulps until nothing remained. Her tongue became a willing slave to his, dancing with his to music only they could hear, music hot, sultry, and sexy.

Then his lips wandered, placing kisses, gathering the flavor of her as he caressed her cheeks, her eyelids, her chin. He nuzzled her neck, and she shivered. Unable to stop the motion, her hips rolled, a long, seductive roll begging for cock.

Jason’s sounds of appreciation as he sampled her body sent those shivers into overdrive. When he licked and then suckled her right nipple, a sound emerged from her. As truly untutored in this dance as she was, she still recognized the sound of her deep, feminine need.

“So tasty.” He released her nipple then moved once more. So fast, she thought, she barely kept track of his progress as he kissed his way down her body—until she felt him open her legs and settle down between them. His hot breath as he inhaled her then slowly exhaled warm breath on her made her very conscious of