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

men they were at heart. She’d even seen them in action once, as doctors, though she’d never told them that.

Pamela had been sent to help when many victims of a bus accident had been sent to the emergency room—a mass casualty event that had happened about two weeks after they’d met.

She’d seen their passion for saving lives, their complete devotion to their patients. They’d worked tirelessly for hours until the last patient had been tended.

That heart, that dedication was a far more important quality in her mind than a smooth tongue or penchant for romantic gestures.

“I never would have married you if I didn’t want to—if I didn’t love you. And when I love, it’s forever. I love you both. As to what I want to do? Despite the fact that I went to college and became a lab tech, I’m afraid I’m not much of a ‘liberated’ woman. My most cherished career goal was always to be a wife and mother.” She squeezed their hands and met each of their gazes in turn. “I’d like for us to have a couple of years together, just the three of us, before we begin to grow our family. And it occurs to me that, with two daddies, the stress I’ve seen other women deal with as new mothers won’t be an issue for me.”

“Never.” Adam’s gaze was so full of love it took Pam’s breath. “We’re going to be with you for every step of that journey. We’re looking forward to being the best husbands and fathers we can be.”

“Jessops are like that,” James said.

“Good. As for living here in Lusty? My definition of home is not a town or a state. It’s being wherever you are. I won’t say I don’t miss my dad and my brothers, because of course I do. But we’ve talked on the phone, and I know we’ll visit. In the meantime? I love every member of our family here in Lusty. This is going to be such a good place to raise our children.”

In their eyes and on their faces, she read such eloquence of emotion it put a lump in her throat. They claimed a lack of finesse in expressing themselves, yet here was a love so beautiful it belied those claims.

“Will you let us make love to you, Pamela?”

“We need you naked between us. We need to give and receive…everything.”

“Yes please. I need to make love to you both, and ‘everything’ sounds just right. Let’s go to bed.”

The moment they entered the sanctuary of their bedroom, her men began to pamper her. With sweet kisses and gentle caresses, they removed the clothing from her body, worshipping each new piece of her they uncovered.

“We really don’t deserve you,” James whispered.

“But we’re keeping you anyway.” Adam’s tone, fierce and possessive, sent a shiver of need racing through her. It was a need that demanded she let them know her stance on that.

“Damn right you’re keeping me. I’m never going to let either of you go.”

Adam and James stepped back only long enough to shed their own clothing. They moved in, pressed close, and Pamela sighed. “This, this is my home. Right here, right now, and whenever we’re together.”

“Sweetheart.”

Adam, standing behind her, stepped back, and Pamela placed her hands upon James’s chest and gave him a little shove. The moment his ass hit the bed, she knelt and reached for his cock. “You’ve given me such pleasure. I need to do this for you.” She didn’t wait for him to approve. She leaned in and nuzzled him where his cock emerged from the dark hair that nested it. She heard him suck in a breath, and then she sucked his cock into her mouth.

“Lord, woman.” James cupped her head gently, his hands trembling.

She fought the urge to smile because she knew, by the hardening of his cock, by its flexing, and by his very shaky breathing that he really liked what she was doing to him.

She felt movement behind her then the heat of Adam’s body and the shiver of his kiss on her neck.

“Keep your mouth busy, baby, but put both hands down and get on your hands and knees.”

Pamela had no idea what Adam intended, but she did as she was told. The slide of a drawer, his movements, all fell into the background as she focused on the taste of James’s cock, the salty pungent flavor, the wonderful aroma that made her pussy wet and her nipples hard.

The sensation of him in her mouth thrilled her in a way she hadn’t expected. And as James combed his fingers through her hair, as he flexed them against her scalp, she surrendered completely to giving him as much pleasure as she could.

Then Adam kissed her shoulder. “I’m going to play with your ass and begin to get you ready to take our cocks there. One day, we’ll both be inside you at the same time.”

A deliciously dark shiver coursed through her. His words painted a picture that sprang to life in her mind. The three of them, united, one flesh. It was the most erotic, the most exciting concept she’d ever encountered.

She pulled her mouth from James’s cock and looked over her shoulder. “Yes, please. That sounds perfect.”

James tugged on her hair. She looked up, met his grin, and gave him one of her own.

“Back to work, wench.”

“Yes, master.” Her cheeky response apparently went right to his cock, because it grew right there before her eyes. Something to think about later. She nuzzled him again then drew his cock into her mouth, sucking, stroking his shaft with her tongue, and swallowing the tiny drops of nectar he gave her.

Adam ran his hand down her back and caressed her ass. She felt a finger slide between her cheeks and then the silky sensation of something cool and slick.

“Lube,” he said. Then he stroked back and forth, and Pamela’s pussy got wetter than it had been. Her nipples hardened anew, and she shivered.

“I’m close, sweetheart.” James’s whispered