Love Under Two Detectives by Cara Covington (books suggested by bill gates txt) 📕

hot and fast and seismic. She felt Toby move, giving her more room. Mary levered herself up, her ass in the air, and put all her attention on the luscious cock in her hand and her mouth.

She sucked on him, strong, prolonged draws that elicited those deep groans of anticipation she loved hearing. Over and over, she pleaded with him to surrender his essence to her. And when her fingers caressed his balls, when she felt his shivers, and then his tension, she squeezed those balls as she treated him to one long, final draw, sucking him in deep.

His semen exploded from him, and she worked her throat muscles to swallow, no thought but to give him succor and to take his cum. Spasm after spasm caressed her throat—and totally wrecked her lover.

Slick, hot fingers caressed over her anus, a few fast, little rubs that shot her arousal from sleeping to ready in an instant. And then one long finger pressed against her rosebud and pushed.

The burn, the heat, the thrill… Mary’s mouth slipped from Anthony’s cock as she cried out in orgasm. As sharp and fast had been the one she’d just given one lover, so her other lover had treated her to the same delight. This climax was intense and touched every single erogenous zone, including some she hadn’t truly known she had.

Mary collapsed on Anthony’s thighs. The sensation of Toby’s gentle stroke down her back and his kiss on her ass comforted in a uniquely sensual way. She placed sweet, gentle kisses on Anthony’s thighs, one and then the other, and then laid her cheek there, right there where she could inhale the wonder of Anthony’s now flaccid cock while she met the indulgent and loving gaze Toby gave her.

“Dear God in heaven, we’re going to kill each other.”

Mary grinned slowly at Anthony’s near breathless words. She placed one more kiss, this one on his navel, which seemed to make his cock stir.

“Not a bad way for us to go,” she said.

“Not a bad way at all.” Anthony drew her up and kissed her, using his tongue to sweep, caress, and drink. Then he actually handed her to Toby. That man drew her down and mated his mouth to hers. He ended their too-short kiss with a stroke of her hair that ended in his cupping her face.

“Let’s go heat up and devour that wonderful supper you made us. And as we eat, we have news to share.”

Chapter Twelve

“I’d like to get my hands on the asshole,” Anthony said. “He fucking set the car on fire in the middle of a farmer’s field.” He’d been livid when he’d gotten the phone call from Adam earlier.

When Mary just tilted her head and looked at him, he knew she didn’t understand the reason their tracker’s action pissed him off.

“Um…winter wheat?”

Now he didn’t understand.

“What’s winter wheat?”

“This time of year about the only crop in a farmer’s field, in New York State.”

Anthony shook his head and then gave her a smile. For equal measure, since his tone had been scathing when he’d bitched, he picked up her hand and kissed it. “No, baby. Around here, the one thing you don’t want to do is start a fire in a field. It could end up covering a few dozen to a few hundred square miles or so as a wildfire.”

“In February?” Mary’s face revealed her surprise.

“It’s happened. We tend to be very fire conscious here in Texas,” Anthony said. He flipped through his memory then latched onto a long-ago heard fact. “Kind of like up north, they string snow fencing. Y’all never know if there’s going to be a ton of snow or not, right? But you string the fencing, every year, regardless.”

“As a precaution. Okay, I get that. Snow fencing, huh?”

“Yes, but I’ve never seen one, and I have no clue how they work. I just heard about them once,” Anthony said.

Mary frowned. “I have seen them, and I’m not sure of the physics of how they work, just that they do.”

Toby sighed in what Anthony immediately knew was an overly dramatic way. Then he shook his head and took on an expression that looked…professorial.

“The fence is made up of wooden slats with space between each one, forming a barrier to the wind, slightly reducing it’s speed. The snow the wind carries falls behind the barrier. When the heavy winds pass, the snow freezes and makes a cool-looking drift. In the field, and not over the roadway, which is the entire purpose of snow fencing, to protect the roadway.”

Anthony smirked. “You learn something new every day.”

“Not me,” Mary quipped. “I’ve learned two.” She sat back from her plate, clearly done eating. “So, our voyeur is in the wind, is that it?”

Both men groaned at her bad pun. She grinned in response.

“More likely he stole another car,” Toby said. “There was enough left of the burned husk to identify it as a vehicle reported stolen, the day before we noticed him or her following us.”

“And we still don’t know who he or she is?” Mary asked.

“Well, we do know he’s not your crazy attacker,” Anthony said. “The NYPD informed Adam the guy is still in that mental institution, and likely to remain so. Adam received an assurance that he’ll be informed if that changes.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t.” Mary looked at Toby. “Any rumblings back in Casper, Wyoming?”

“Another one. You’re very punny today,” Anthony said.

Toby just chuckled. “Nothing. Adam said they’ve come to the conclusion that maybe there was no bad cop, and when he told me that, I figured the powers that be at the department finally arrived at the place you were weeks ago.”

Mary beamed. It occurred to Anthony that their woman was getting used to being complimented, but it was taking some time. He didn’t, for one moment, believe that anyone in her family had ever deliberately hurt her. He’d met her brother and now two of her cousins, and while yes, there was teasing, there was also love.

People sometimes