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

something phenomenal that they never would have accomplished if not for Grandmother’s intervention and those two women.”

She didn’t mind Adam’s snort, though she did like James’s amused chuckle. It was time to put this particular conversation to bed. So she let go of Adam’s hand and wound her arms around his neck.

“I don’t want to talk about con men or grandmothers with soft spots in their hearts for second chances and romance.”

Adam’s smile transformed his face from hard-edged and stern to tender and sexy in a heartbeat. He slid his arms around her hips and eased her even nearer to him. Behind her, James pressed close. Their warmth and scent enveloped her, and she sighed with pure pleasure. This sense of being between them, of being cocooned, was something she would cherish and give thanks for, for the rest of her life. This right here was her heart, her home, her everything.

“You don’t? Well then, what do you want to talk about?”

“I really don’t want to talk at all.”

“Good. Neither do we.”

Pamela lifted her lips and sighed into Adam’s mouth as his settled on hers. His tongue mastered hers, and she sank into this kiss, this wonderful, beloved possession that she could never, now, live without.

James ran his hands up and down her body, his fingers just gracing the sides of her breasts. He nuzzled the corner of her shoulder by her neck.

“Will you let me have your ass tonight, sweetheart?”

It was something she’d longed for. They’d both been so gentle with her, insisting on preparing her there for them. Adam had been the first to claim her pussy. She was very happy that James would be the first lover, ever, in her ass.

“Oh, yes. You know how much I’ve been wanting that.”

With no words at all, they undressed her and then themselves. Oh, how she loved taking a shower with her men. Warm water and subtle hands caressed and aroused. Soap had never been a turn-on for her before. These two men had awakened her to so many thrilling sensations, so many deep pleasures. She’d never considered herself a passionate woman. With Adam and James Jessop, she had become passion personified.

They moved closer, and she felt a hot, hard, naked cock in front and behind. Pamela shivered and then undulated her hips.

“You’re such a hot little siren, wife.” Adam’s words of praise stoked her fires and stroked her feminine ego. While he cupped her breasts, she lifted her arms and laced her fingers behind James’s neck.

“So sexy and all ours.” James’s words filled her heart.

“And you’re all mine, both of you.”

“Never doubt it,” Adam said.

“Only you, Pamela Jessop. Only you, forever.”

Adam cupped her face and took her mouth while James caressed her back and hips. When his fingers sought her rosette, she shivered in delight. The sensation of the lubricant being massaged there made her so horny. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy became moist. She was a creature trained by their touch and their words to submit her body to them for their mutual pleasure, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

His mouth still on hers, Adam stroked her, breasts to cunt. His fingers sought out her folds and her clit. Then James pressed two fingers into her anus at the same time Adam pinched her clit, and she screamed out her climax. Sharp and sweet but far too short, that burst of bliss did little to slake her desire.

Adam chuckled and then lifted her into his arms. Usually, they’d simply carry her to the hot tub, but this time, they took a few moments to dry her and themselves. When Adam carried her to their bed, James was already there. He’d pulled the sheet and blanket down and placed a large towel in the center of the bed.

“On your tummy, baby.”

Their strong hands massaged her back, shoulders, and bottom. She couldn’t identify the scent, but the light oil they used both soothed and aroused. Their caress on her legs found her squirming. She didn’t mind the sound of their deep chuckles. She knew they both cherished her surrender to them and the way she not only put herself in their hands but the way she responded to them, too.

Pamela sure as hell enjoyed doing so because, in return, they always gave her such unbelievably sweet and erotic pleasure.

“Over.” Almost too languid to obey, Pamela rolled from laying on her front to her back and gasped with pleasure as Adam came down on top of her and slid his cock deep into her pussy with one solid thrust.

She fused her lips with his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He slid his hands beneath her, shoulders and bottom, in a move she recognized. When he rolled, reversing their positions, she was ready. Leaving his lips, she put her hands on his chest, levering herself up, and began to ride.

“You look like a goddess, wife. Our goddess.”

“I am your goddess. Only yours.”

She moved on him, rising and dropping, her rhythm becoming less smooth the more aroused she became. Fingers tugged in her hair, and Pamela turned her face toward James. On his knees beside them, he was a part of them, watching, yes, but also preparing himself. He kissed her, and she drank down his flavor, different from his brother’s but just as necessary, just as delicious. His tongue stroked hers, his lips caressed hers, and she gave him back all she was.

James lifted his mouth from hers. “I love watching you fuck my brother.”

Another shiver wracked her. “And I love fucking him.”

Down and dirty was her favorite mood for this intimacy. James lifted her hands from Adam’s chest and set them on either side of his head. Understanding what he wanted, she laid her head on Adam’s chest, keeping her ass in the air.

Adam’s fingers found their way between their bodies, and when he teased her clit, she came. Another soft, rolling, wonderful climax, but again, not enough. No, not nearly enough for the hunger