Love Under Two Cowboys (22 page)

He was an ass man, and knowing that she got off on anal play pushed him to his limits.

“Jesus, I can’t wait.” Before she’d even finished coming, he eased her over, so that her back lay against the mattress. Her eyes opened, her passion ablaze in them as she met his gaze. He spread her legs, and gave thanks he’d had the foresight to put the condom on the moment he’d stripped off his clothes.

He hadn’t lied when he told her earlier that the instant he got naked he wanted to be inside her. Maybe after fifty or sixty years, the urge might quiet down some—but he seriously doubted it.

“Tell me you want this, Carrie. That you want me.” He didn’t know where the caveman inside him had been hiding all his life. This woman brought out that part of him. He was almost afraid that he’d hurt her when that feral beast inside him took control. It cost him to pause, to ask, but he wasn’t a pig.

She opened her legs even wider and said, “Please fuck me, Brian. I need your cock inside my pussy. I need you to fuck me hard and fast and deep.”

He couldn’t stop himself. He literally fell on her, and shoved his cock into her hot, wet cunt in one solid thrust.

Oh, God
. Her cunt squeezed his cock even tighter than before. He could feel the edge of the plug inside her, nudging his cock. He shivered, the lust rising up inside him, roaring for satisfaction. He closed his eyes and used every bit of will at his command to keep control of that inner beast.

Carrie wrapped herself around him, arms and legs. She stretched up and mated her lips to his, her mouth opening wide beneath his, her tongue sliding in and out in a sexy pantomime of fucking.

He began to move, giving her what she’d said she wanted, hot and fast and deep. Her hips rose to meet his, and he felt her inner muscles ripple along the length of his cock, an affectionate caress of welcome.

Warm and wet, like a velvet-fisted caress that stroked his arousal to dizzying heights, Carrie’s cunt embraced his cock as if it celebrated his presence within her. Images flooded his mind, his emotions, and he knew beyond a doubt that here, right here, was home.

Her lips left his and her head fell back. “Oh, God, yes, it feels so good. I feel so full! More. Oh, Brian, please, give me
more
.”

Every muscle in his body flexed and tensed as his woman cried out his name. He wondered how the layers of civilization could fall from a man, simply drop away from him and reveal him at his core—master, dominant,
mate
. He slid his hand under her ass, pulling her receptive pussy even closer, pressing her more fully against him, demanding the total submission nature decreed was his by right.

He grunted as his cock shivered, as his balls began to draw up tight, and his climax gathered. He knew one heart-pounding moment of longing to peel the condom off so that he could fill her cunt with his cum. He wanted to see it in her, see it dripping from her.

He wanted to know his seed filled her ripened, ready womb and impregnated her.

Carrie whimpered, a sound without words but not without meaning. Thought shattered as he worked his hips faster, fucking her harder and faster and deeper than ever. He fastened his mouth on the side of her neck, and she turned her head, surrendering complete access. He sucked, and nipped, and groaned as his orgasm exploded out of him. Holding himself deep inside her, he let the wonder of it consume him, even as he understood by her cry and the bowing of her body under his that she came with him.

Her arms slid off his shoulders onto the bed, and she shivered beneath him as, with her eyes still closed, she tried to catch her breath.

“Did I hurt you, darlin’?” Any man worthy of the name feared this one thing. When his inner beast roared, and snapped its bonds, when it grabbed, and took with such single-minded intensity, he feared he would somehow hurt the sweet woman beneath him.

His concern turned to a grin that he figured likely looked dopey as hell when she squeezed his now-deflated cock with her inner muscles and said, “Wonderful.”

He bent down and kissed her gently on her cheek and nose, and beside her closed eyes. She managed to bring her arm off the bed. One delicate finger tapped her lips.

Brian chuckled and granted her the unspoken request. He covered her mouth with his, tasting her, drinking her as his tongue, nearly lethargic with satiation, gently stroked hers.

He lifted his mouth from her and looked over at Chase. His brother had remained unusually silent as he’d fucked their woman. Standing close by, totally naked, Chase’s cock stood erect, covered with a condom.

“That is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.” He eased down onto the bed next to them, as if he was afraid to jar or disturb the mood. Brian felt a peace, a sense of completeness settle over him. Right here, right now, the three of them—his twin, their woman, and himself—were a unit, a special and sacred one that he’d feared all through his younger days he would never experience.

Now he understood what his dads had spoken of when they’d told them about the spiritual bond that would be theirs with the right woman.

“Are you too tired for me, sugar?” Chase bent low and kissed her cheek.

Carrie opened her eyes and looked from Brian to Chase. Her expression serious, she said, “I can’t explain it, but I don’t feel as if this is
right
or
whole
unless I have you, too. I mean, I know there will be times when it’s just one on one for me with each of you and I look forward to that. But here and now, I need you, too, Chase, in order to feel complete, and I don’t know why that is.”

Brian felt certain his grin matched his brother’s. He didn’t know if it was too soon to tell Carrie exactly why she felt the way she did. After all, she
had
warned them that she wasn’t certain what it was she felt for them. She hadn’t made any announcements since. He didn’t want to push her.

It didn’t surprise him that Chase had enough brass for the both of them. His brother stroked her face and said, “Don’t you, sugar? Don’t you know why you feel the way you do?”

* * * *

Carrie looked from one of her two compelling and arousing lovers to the other. What she had said had been the truth, but not all of it, not by a long shot. She couldn’t look away from Chase’s mesmerizing gaze. They’d wanted her from the first but demanded more of her than just her body, expected more from her than a casual affair. They wanted all of her, heart and mind, body and soul. And she’d given them that, at the very least all of that, when she’d opened herself to them and told them about her past. She’d surrendered every secret except the one she’d kept even from herself—her fear that George Lockwood would someday return and carry out his threat to kill her because she’d left him.

Even that deeply hidden fear they’d discerned on their own. But she wasn’t done opening herself to them, and she knew it. They needed one more thing from her before they could, all of them, move forward. They were all there, on that bed, naked both literally and figuratively. This last thing they needed from her frightened her the most, because there really would be no going back once she told them what they longed to hear. There was no escape route from this, and it would change everything, forever.

Carrie sighed as she realized that it was all right. This was
their
time,
their
place. This was them, together, the three of them, as they were meant to be.

She looked into Chase’s patiently waiting face and saw her answer shining in his eyes, and knew it really was the only answer that would take care of every single question. She felt Brian looking down from above her and knew he was holding his breath. In years to come she imagined that he’d be the one to use the kid gloves, while Chase would be the one to give her the boot in the ass.

And that was all right, too. She needed that balance. She needed the both of them.

Didn’t she really know, down deep in her heart, why she had to have Chase and Brian both to feel complete?

“Because I love you. I love you both so much.”
Oh, God, I do, and isn’t it amazing to just say so, at last?
She looked from Chase to Brian. They were both grinning at her like fools. How could she not grin right back? “I love you both and only feel complete
with
you both. You’re my mates.”

“Yes.” Brian kissed her, a hot, lusty, exuberant kiss that ended far too soon. Then he eased off of her, and rolled to the side to make room for his brother. Before she could blink, Chase moved, covered her, and thrust his cock deep inside her. Brian got off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

Carrie closed her eyes and sighed, the sensation of Chase’s hard cock exactly what she needed to feel…
to feel as if I’ve come home
. She wrapped her legs around his hips so she could hold him close. Then she opened her eyes just as Brian came out of the bathroom and lay down on the bed beside them.

“Do you know what Brian and I want? We want for all of us to get tested, sugar, so that we won’t have to worry about using condoms anymore.”

Carrie had never felt a man she
wanted
naked inside her. She liked that idea a lot, except for one thing. “I’m not on the pill.”

“Do you want to be?”

Wow, this seemed to be her day for major emotional and spiritual happenings and conversations. She reached up and caressed Chase’s face. Then she turned her head so she could meet Brian’s gaze. Needing to touch him, too, she reached her hand toward him. He captured it in his, brought it to his mouth, and kissed it.

They hadn’t asked her to marry them. Would she consider that simply a formality? She thought that she would, for now. She’d let them choose the moment—but she wouldn’t let them make her dangle for too long.

“For a while, yes, I do. I want to enjoy being just the three of us before we think of expanding.” Why did the thought of these men impregnating her turn her on? She wanted children someday, but just the thought of either or both of these men coming inside her without the protection of latex, with the intent of giving her their child, got her hot as hell.

She followed the urge to flex her inner muscles and squeeze Chase’s cock. That motion also squeezed the butt plug in her ass and sent a shiver of pleasure through her.

Chase smiled a very sexy and smug-male kind of smile. She wondered how it felt for them, that plug inside her, and she began to long for the sensation of them both as they became a part of her.

Then, with movements both slow and deliberate, Carrie began to roll her hips and use her heels to caress his tight ass. She gave him tiny inner caresses, too, flexing her pelvic floor muscles, determined to pleasure him as much as he and his brother—
her mates
—pleasured her.

“You have got the hottest little pussy I have ever fucked.” Chase’s voice dropped like it did whenever he talked dirty to her. He moved in her, using long, slow, and deep strokes.

His enormous cock filled her and stretched her and made her want to moan with joy. “I love the feel of your tight cunt, the way it surrounds my cock, and the way you use those incredible muscles to caress me. You’re even tighter with that plug in you. Hot and wet and tight. Come on, sugar, let’s fuck each other harder.”

The coarse language drove her arousal higher. She felt him moving, felt every inch of him rubbing against the walls of her channel as he thrust deeper but at the same, measured pace. On his inward thrusts, he moved so that his groin rubbed against the top of her slit, teasing her clit.

Brian had taken her on a rough, fast, and greedy ride toward climax. Chase’s mastery of her became a total and thorough taking, a slow and sultry slurping up of every bit of her so that she felt as if she was being consumed by him completely.

She didn’t think she could push him to lose his rhythm, at least not yet. But she could certainly give him back some of that dirty talk. “Fuck me, baby.” She whispered in his ear, using her lips to place tiny kisses on his cheek and his neck, punctuating each word with her lips and tongue. “I love the feel of your cock inside me, pumping in and out, fucking me. You make me so horny. Oh, yes I love that, the way you slide your hand under me and hold my ass. Mmm, I feel that plug you shoved in my ass rubbing inside me with every stroke of your cock. I imagine what it’s going to feel like when you have me between you, you and Brian, when you each shove those big, hard cocks into me, one in my cunt, and one in my ass.”

“Jesus, woman, you really know how to get to me.” Chase combed the fingers of his other hand through her hair, then grasped hold and tilted her head back. “Give me your mouth, baby. I want to take your mouth and your cunt at the same time.”

She opened to him, surrendering every vestige of control as his tongue thrust into her mouth, as it coaxed hers into a slow and steamy salsa.

Carrie’s orgasm teased her. She shivered as it crept close, only to skitter away again, making her arousal climb and her nerve endings quiver in need. She
burned
to come, to feel that electric thrill, that explosion of delight only these men had ever given her.

“You’re so hot, and you’re so fucking beautiful.” Chase’s lips left hers, and he kissed her cheeks and the side of her neck. Then he brought his other hand down and under her. He lifted her slightly as he surged up onto his knees.