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

about differences—I’d just met my first gay couple—she said something that stayed with me. She said the heart loves who and how the heart loves. And there’s really nothing wrong with that.”

“Your mother was a very wise, and kind, woman.”

“She was. But I…her words were not just the usual parental wisdom, were they? They…they were words learned through experience.”

“They were. Your mother and I loved each other. I never doubted that, just as I never doubted that she could and did also love my brother, Matthew. He loved her, too, and there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with that. To the three of us, it was not only natural, it was right. Even as we knew others would scorn us if they found out, probably her more than us because that’s how society worked.”

“He lived with us when I was a child. His was the bedroom next to yours.”

Reg held her gaze and nodded. “The small room that connected to ours was his, yes. But at night, he didn’t sleep in that room. He slept with us.”

“I remember when he died. We were all devastated. But Mom…”

“She cried like her heart was broken, because it was.” He took her hand. “If I had known back then that this place existed, I’d have moved us all here. It galled your mother to treat Matthew like a brother in public when she considered him her husband, too.”

“I hate that feeling myself. But I am able to abide by the rules, because then we come back home.”

“I spent time with Maria, Warren, and Douglas before we came over here. I met Chelsea, Dalton, and Jeremy, and Mattie, Charlie, and Sam. These people consider you a part of their family, and I’m so very grateful for that. And I’m so very glad you’re happy here, Pammy-pooh.”

Pamela laughed, and then she laid her head on his shoulder. “I am, Dad. I am down-to-my toes happy and head over heels in love with my husbands. I love the family and the town and the future we’re looking to build here, together.”

“And that, my sweet daughter, is the best that any father can ever hope for his child.”

* * * *

The Thanksgiving feast was over, and they were home. Their houseguests had been settled and were already in their beds, likely sound asleep.

Pamela and her husbands were behind the closed door of their bedroom. As they’d undressed her and then themselves, she’d worried, some, but her men had assured her that the master suite was particularly well insulated. Sounds simply didn’t escape to the other bedrooms across the hall.

James cupped her face the moment he’d freed them both of their clothes. He met her gaze for a long moment, a serious expression on his face. And then he smiled, slow and sweet. “Wife.”

“Husband.”

In the bedroom, candles burned, and soft music drifted in the air. Behind her, Adam pressed close, his hands bracketing her hips.

“What do you need, baby?” Adam laid his lips on that place where her neck joined her shoulder. She shivered as arousal filled her.

“I need us to be one. Ever since you told me you wanted that for us, it’s what I’ve hungered for. Please?” She licked her lips and then brazenly poured gasoline on their already smoldering embers. “Please, husbands. I need your cocks in my cunt and my ass at the same time.”

Both men inhaled sharply, and the cocks pressing against her flexed and hardened. They surrounded her with their scent and their heat, and Pamela craved, as she’d never craved before.

Her men looked at each other, and in that moment especially, she was so glad they had that silent communication between them. She didn’t want to think about the details. She just wanted to be one with them.

James took her hand, kissed it, and then drew her to the bed. He turned her to face him, easing her into his arms. Then his mouth closed over hers, and all thinking ceased. The stroke of his tongue and the taste of him coaxed her fires to burn even hotter. With sweet caresses and gentle kisses, he seduced her.

This was a second wedding night, and she was grateful to follow, to be led, and to submit, to give both of these amazing men whatever they needed of her. She loved them more than life itself. As long as she had them to call her own, she would consider herself blessed beyond imagining.

James lifted her and brought her down to lay upon him. She opened her legs and felt the heat and girth of his cock. His pulse, right there against her clit, became the most erotic rhythm in the world. She felt her own moisture betray her. She’d never be able to play a game and act aloof. She needed only to inhale the scent of one or both of these men, and she was hot, wet, and raring to go.

“You’re always so wet for us,” James said. “That is a huge turn-on. To know that you always want us—oh, sweet wife, you have no idea how that makes me feel.”

“How does it make you feel, darling?”

“Like I’m ten feet tall and can conquer the world.”

“I look up to you, and you’ve already conquered me,” Pamela said. “So that’s a good start.”

“No, Pammy. That’s everything. Take me inside you. Ride me, woman. I need to feel your cunt milking my cock.”

The dirty words were beginning to make her horny, too. She gave him what felt to her like a sexy smile. Then she gained her knees, reached down, and took his damp cock in her hand. She quickly took him in, sliding down, lodging him deep.

Pamela moved on him, this man who’d been patient enough to wait for this day. He was the love of her life, as was his brother. They each gave her something she needed, just to survive.

With Adam, she’d found boundaries and paths and guidance. With James, she’d found sensitivity and patience and a heart-felt peace. With both,