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

Mary looked from one of her too-handsome-for-her-own-good men to the other. What she’d heard during the unplanned meeting with Adam that had just wrapped up was their anger. The three men were furious with the people in charge of the institution in New York. Adam had gone into the details of what was being done to locate Northcliffe. Unfortunately, several days had elapsed between when the man had eluded the authorities and they’d realized he had and begun to look for him, and it had been several weeks until they’d notified the NYPD.

Now, with just the three of them there, Mary noticed something she should have seen right away.

“You guys really were scared.”

“Of course, we were scared.” Anthony looked at Toby, and then he stepped forward and captured her left hand. “I love you, Mary Kendall. You’re my heart. I honestly don’t think I could go on living if you weren’t in this world.”

“I love you, Mary. You’re it for me, too.” Toby took her right hand and brought it to his lips. “You’re the first one I think about in the morning and the one who’s on my mind when I fall asleep each night. And the idea that you could be in danger tears my fucking guts out.”

No equivocations here. Just raw, naked emotion. And hearts, full hearts shining through glassy eyes.

“I love you.” The emotion inside her was too much to be contained. It brimmed over the rims of her eyes and made her heart race and her face flush. “I love you both so much. Thank you for coming into my life, for loving me and saving me from ending up with a dozen cats.”

Their laughter reflected their hearts as well, not mockery, but perfect love, perfect understanding. They got her and loved her for who she was. Someday, maybe, she would make them understand what a miracle that was for her.

She really had believed she would be the family’s first twenty-first-century crazy cat lady.

Someday she would tell them everything, every thought and fear and hope and dream—a dream that would now come true.

But for this moment, there was only one thing she needed, and when they stepped forward, when they tucked her in between them, she knew they understood her, completely.

What she needed, all that she needed, was them.

No inner music strummed, no ethereal touches aroused. This moment was basic, feral, and so uniquely them. Without another word, they led her to the bedroom, and when they reached the bed, they let go of her hands.

Mary wasted no time getting naked. She didn’t need to be seduced. She was on board, one hundred percent, and couldn’t wait to get her hands on her men. She wanted to give them everything and take all they offered.

There were words she wanted to tell them here, too. She wanted to tell them she had believed she was asexual—before them. She wanted to tell them that she couldn’t imagine living without them, either, and that if anything happened to one or the other of them, if they were somehow taken from her, she would likely die of a broken heart.

But the looks on their faces as they stalked her, two magnificently naked and supremely ripped men…well, she knew that talk wasn’t what they wanted or needed from her just then.

She didn’t want their words now, either. She wanted them. Their flesh on hers, their hands on her body and hers, reaching down, as they settled on the mattress on either side of her, fisting their hard and glorious cocks.

Anthony on her left and Toby on her right was her favorite way to be—unless, of course, she was on one and under the other. Soon. That day will come soon.

Both men surged their hips, helping her pump their cocks—their hard and growing harder cocks. Toby held her gaze as leaned over her and lowered his head. Letting her eyes drift shut, Mary opened her mouth and feasted. Lips melded while tongues danced. Slick, savory, sharing and sliding as nerve endings tingled and electric-like pleasure skittered. Love this.

When Toby lifted his head, and fingers moved her head gently, turning her until she faced her other lover. Anthony’s mouth covered hers. That flash of a moment when both men’s flavor coated her tongue soothed and aroused as no other moment ever could. His passion became her passion and his need, her need.

The give and take of kisses and the glide of hands, hers and theirs, fueled this inferno within her. So good. More. Thought no longer came in sentences or even in words. Images, ideas, and a hunger born of a life lived alone and empty painted a panoramic tableau. Mary’s mind stilled, but her heart, her instincts soared. Images bled into reality, a wondrous kaleidoscope of sensual reality.

The blended aroma of them, three sexual beings, scented the air. Flesh slickened with sweat, and the slide, the roll, the press wrapped them in a bower of need.

Time flowed around them, and as they pleasured, as they devoured, reality changed. Sacred. This new reality, sacrosanct, became their personal haven. Home. This is home.

Toby moved and settled his body between her thighs. His eyes searched her gaze as if searching for a treasure. She felt the heat of passion and the aching need for acceptance. With her right hand she caressed his cheek, a loving gesture, a yearning gesture. His hips moved subtly, and then she felt his hard cock push into her.

She couldn’t hold back her sigh of joy. His quick grin gave her just a heartbeat’s warning. And then he rolled them so she was on instead of under.

“Hands flat on the mattress on either side of him, love.”

Anthony’s whispered command, his close presence in this moment when she held Toby’s cock deep within her body, became the kind of thrill she’d never cease reveling in or needing.

Obeying, she met Toby’s gaze and held it as he helped her ride him. Slow, rhythmic, she canted her hips, rubbing her throbbing clit