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

Adam’s hands held her hips, and he thrust up in a fast and furious pace as he chased his own completion. His body stiffened, his fingers flexed on her flesh, and a low, solid groan told her he found it. Warmth bathed her womb, and she knew a moment of longing that she could get pregnant, right here and now.

He lifted her, just enough to allow his semi-hard cock to slip out of her. Then he laid her on him as James came in behind her and lifted her hips to where he wanted them. His fingers caressed her anus, spreading more lube, and the excitement that rushed through her made her gasp. She was so horny, so needy, she pushed against his fingers. As his two digits entered her, she mewed, needing more, soaking up the burning intrusion, enjoying the small lick of pain that curled within her.

James eased his fingers out of her and moved in closer. She felt the condom-covered head of his cock press against her rosette. He leaned over her and kissed her shoulder.

“Don’t push, woman. Take what I give you.”

Oh God, whenever either of them uses that commanding tone of voice on me, I just melt. Despite really needing to press against James’s cock, despite needing nothing more than to fuck him right back, she stilled. Every nerve ending in her body was vibrating with anticipation, but she held still and let James control the moment. Burning morphed to a sharp, hot pain as the head of his cock breached her sphincter. Much larger than she’d expected, and a lot hotter than his fingers, his cock eased into her. Finally, her body admitted him, and he slid all the way in.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?” James’s voice sounded as if he’d asked that through gritted teeth.

“I…I…fuck me. Please. I need…oh, I need…”

She didn’t have to ask him twice, which was good because she couldn’t have. The words wouldn’t come. As James began to slide his cock in and out of her ass, her arousal began to soar, high, oh so high, and she couldn’t stop it, she couldn’t command it. Electric-like shocks shot through her, and she couldn’t control anything at all. Over and over he thrust until ecstasy exploded inside her, full, hot, with more power than a thousand suns. Wave after life-altering wave cascaded through her, pleasure on top of rapture coating bliss. She couldn’t stop her hips from moving then, couldn’t help the feral sounds that erupted from her. When James stilled, when he shouted, she felt the condom inside her heat and knew he’d joined her over the edge of the cliff. The sweet touch of Adam’s hands in her hair, stroking, loving, completed this transformation. It was wild and hot and the most intimate experience of her life.

This climax, this rapture, left her sated and exhausted and more satisfied than she’d believed she could ever be. She felt limp and weak, yet more powerful as a woman than ever before.

For a moment, James collapsed against her. The scent of him, of them, all of them filled her nostrils and entered her blood. Then he moved, slowly, gently. He kissed her shoulder and withdrew his cock from her. She sighed, missing his warmth already. He went into the bathroom but returned moments later.

He gently cleaned her with a warm, wet cloth. “I’ll be right back, angel.”

She heard his feet pad back into the bathroom once more. The shower came on, but she had no sense of time because it seemed only seconds later he returned. He slid into the bed, bringing the covers up. Adam eased her into his brother’s arms. She laid her head on James’s chest and felt Adam spoon her. She had one solid thought before she began to drift, and the thought painted a smile on her lips.

This, right here, is sanctuary. This, right here, is love.

Chapter Nineteen

It felt as if he’d been waiting for this day for all his life. James Jessop looked in the mirror that hung in the room he’d been given at the New House. He straightened his tie and inspected his appearance, not out of vanity but because he wanted to look his very best—be his very best—for Pamela. Everything was for Pamela.

Every moment was for Pamela, for the woman he loved. Pleasing her and caring for her formed the center of his life. He’d known, from the first moment he’d seen her, that she was special. He would never have imagined he’d fall in love in the cafeteria at Johns Hopkins. But he had, and he’d never forget the moment he turned from the cashier, and seen her. It had taken no effort and little time for him to fall in love with her. He’d recognized his soul mate when his gaze locked on hers that first time.

Reaching into his inside jacket pocket, he took out the gold ring he’d placed there only minutes before. The narrow gold band, inscribed with the words My Angel, glistened in the light. It was identical to the ring she already wore, the ring Adam had given her. When he slipped this one onto her finger, they would be husband and wife in the eyes of his family.

She was already his wife in his heart.

The aroma of roast turkey and pumpkin pie spiced the air, the familiar scents of the traditional Lusty Thanksgiving feast. He couldn’t hold back his smile. This was one Thanksgiving in Lusty, Texas, he would forever keep close to his heart.

Pamela had held fast to her resolve that their commitment ceremony would take place on this day and not a day before. Considering the colossal blunders that he and Adam had made at the very beginning of their relationship with her, he couldn’t really say he blamed her at all.

Of course, their grandmother and their mother had counseled their woman to choose this day, and he couldn’t say he minded that, either. He and Adam loved