Love Under Two Flyboys [The Lusty, Texas Collection] by Cara Covington (ebook reader browser .TXT) 📕

She regretted that slight note of accusation in her tone. “You two flyboys have seemed completely self-possessed from the moment I fell out of the sky and landed practically in your laps.”

“Waiting for you to come home yesterday afternoon, my stomach clenched, I was so nervous. I kept checking to make sure I’d covered all the bases because you matter, Itty. And oh, look at that flash of panic in your eyes! You do matter, Tamara Jones, and you have since, as you put it, you fell out of the sky and into our laps. But don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything more with that fact right now except acknowledge it.”

Before Tamara could launch a rebuttal or think of even one word to say, Henry tightened his arms around her, drew her in closer, and kissed her.

So good. His taste aroused her, the aroma of his masculinity surrounded and seduced her, and Tamara knew the sensation of flying without a plane.

His hands stroked up and down her body in sync with the stroking of his tongue against hers. Nestling closer, she felt the firm ridge of his penis as it pressed against her belly. That sensation alone made her pussy release moisture.

He kissed her as if there would only be this, as if the mating of mouths and the tangle of tongues was enough for him. Slow and sensuous, soft and sultry, his lips coaxed and wooed hers. Tamara felt completely charmed.

“I want to undress you and bring you into the froth with me.” Henry’s words caressed her moist lips. “I want to touch you and taste you and tease you.” He eased back and cupped her face with his hands. “Will you let me have my way with you?”

“Since your way appears to be my way, too.” Tamara could no more refuse him than she could stop from taking her next breath.

“Mm, is it? I want to play with your ass. I want to get you ready to take us, there.”

She knew generally speaking what he meant, of course. Just the idea of having both these men inside her body at the same time caused a delightful shiver to course down her spine. She wasn’t too clear on the specifics.

“Get me ready, how?”

Henry turned her so that her back cozied against his front. The press of his erection against her back made her hotter.

He put his lips close to the shell of her ear. “I’ll run my fingers up and down the crack of your ass and see how you like that. If you do, then I’ll dip into the lube I have here on the shelf and caress you with it, up and down, with increasing pressure, until I ease my fingers into your anus. Then, after I’ve stretched your pretty little rosebud just a little, I’ll slide the first butt plug into you.”

Henry’s words stoked her fires, the erotic whisper a promise of dark, forbidden pleasures as yet untried. As his words teased her, his hands began to free her from her clothing.

“Darling, your nipples are very hard little buds. Tell me.” He kissed her ear and tongued it, then licked the column of her neck. “Do you want me to play with your ass?” He licked the shell of her ear, and Tamara could have sworn her nipples just pinched tighter. “Do you want me to fuck your ass?”

The whimper that emerged from her throat sounded desperate, but she didn’t care. She was desperate and getting more so by the moment. Henry finished undressing her, letting her clothes simply drop to the floor. Then he surrounded her with his arms and his heat.

How uniquely sexy it felt to be naked in the arms of a man who was fully clothed. A man whose hands knew exactly where and how to touch her in order to drive her wild.

“I like you, Tamara Jones, but I particularly like you naked, in my arms.”

He turned her around and kissed her, a hot, wet, and very carnal kiss, a prelude to the other carnal delights in store for them both. His tongue devoured hers, sweeping in and claiming her mouth as a pirate would claim any willing wench. Tamara was more than willing. She was hot, eager, and horny.

Then Henry broke their kiss and lifted her into the churning water.

Chapter 12

Tamara appreciated the differences between her lovers. Morgan’s sexuality was raw and elemental, while Henry’s tended to be smoother and more urbane.

Except right now.

Henry stepped back from setting her in the tub and practically tore off his clothes. His rushed, eager movements made her smile and stroked her feminine ego. Maybe he’d told the truth when he said he and Morgan were as affected by this thing happening between them as she was.

Henry got into the spa and reached for her. Sometimes it suited her to let these men lead, and that did surprise her, because she never thought she’d want an alpha male bossing her around. Just lately she had two of them and liked that fact just fine.

Only right at the moment she was feeling a little aggressive herself.

She wound her arms around his neck and pressed her body close to his. She sighed when his arms enfolded her. “You feel so good against me. And when your arms come around me, it makes me quiver inside.” She felt the same way when Morgan’s arms surrounded her. Everything and anything these men did to and with her thrilled her in ways she’d never have guessed was possible.

Delightful friction kept her nipples hard as she rubbed her breasts back and forth across Henry’s chest.

“Mm, you’ve got me hard already.”

“Good. I like it when you’re hard. I want you to fuck me.” She kissed him, her mouth ravenous to taste all of him, to share the heat and the lust racing through her.

In a heartbeat he took over, pulling her down onto his lap as he sat on the bench, opening her legs, and setting her