Covington, Cara - Love Under Two Lawmen [The Lost Collection] (Siren Menage Everlasting) (11 page)

Bodine figured the Old Ranch was likely far different to any place Baker had ever been before. The man might be irritating as shit, but he seemed to have his wits about him. Bodine pocketed the money.

“Porter will come fetch you first thing. He knows what you’ll need to buy to supply us for a few days. Since we don’t know for sure where Kendall was headed, we don’t know how long we’ll have to be out on the trail. Just get what Porter tells you.”

Baker got to his feet. “All right. The food at that hotel any good?”

“Yeah, not bad. Mary’s Place across the street has the best breakfast. You best eat well tonight and in the morning.”

“I will.” Baker nodded, then left the saloon. Bodine poured himself another drink from the bottle of whiskey Porter had set on the table.

“Well, looks like we’ve scored us a wad of cash.” He looked at Ira, then Porter, and then snickered.

“We were gonna go after Kendall anyway,” Ira agreed. “Now we get paid for it. Good thinking, Bodine.”

“I don’t like him.” Porter grabbed the bottle and refilled his glass.

“Don’t gotta like the man to take his money,” Bodine said. Then he lowered his voice. “Don’t worry. If he irritates us too badly, well then, he’ll just have himself an accident. Dandy like that, full of himself, wanders off on his own in the middle of Texas. Who would figure he wouldn’t get dead?”

“Now that’s why you’re the boss,” Ira said. “Because you’re always thinking.”

* * * *
  

Amanda didn’t shy away from the sharp spasm of pain. Instead, she’d anticipated it, embraced it.

This moment is when everything changes
.

She couldn’t stop the tiny cry that escaped her throat any more than she could prevent the few tears leaking from her eyes.

The apology on Adam’s face touched her heart. The strain on his face as he held himself still inside her brought a smile to her lips.

“I’m sorry.”

She’d expected the words. She already knew him well enough to understand he had to say them. “I’m not.” She had chosen this, and she would have no regrets.

“Amanda.” The soft whisper of her name brushed her lips a heartbeat before his mouth took hers. Gently wooing, he kissed her deeply, slowly, seeming content with this mating of mouths, this dance of tongues. Amanda reached up and twined her arms around his neck. He more than kissed her, he
cherished
her. She, who had never particularly believed in romance, felt thoroughly romanced. Inside her, the girth of her lover felt huge. The sensation of being filled, stretched, brought a new kind of pleasure. She felt all of him in her, and when his cock convulsed, one slow ripple of movement, she tilted her hips just a little to feel him better.

Beside her, Warren edged closer. He nuzzled her ear, stroked a hand down Adam’s back, inhaled deeply and sighed.

“I can smell you both,” he whispered. He placed a kiss on her neck, then ran his hand down the side of her body. “The musk of your joining is a heady scent. I’ve never felt this aroused before.”

Adam’s kiss tapered to soft, teasing flutters. He thrust his hips forward, once, then raised his left eyebrow.

Amanda wanted to laugh. That imperious gesture was so like him. She knew in that moment—hell, she’d probably known since her first sight of him—that he would be a dominating man.

There were worse fates in life than being dominated by a man with the capacity for caring Adam had already displayed. But he waited for her to let him know the pain had ebbed.

She said, simply, “More.”

He pulled back and thrust into her again, and then again. The friction of his cock caressing her cunny sent new, delicious shivers down her spine. She felt one spot in particular tingle as his cock stroked inside her.

“That feels so good!” Needing more, knowing somehow there had to be more, she wrapped her legs around him and pressed herself closer.

“Oh, God.” Adam closed his eyes, his body rigid, the tendons on his neck corded, as if he strained at the very limit of his control. It occurred to her then she needed to make him lose that control. Giving in to an urge she didn’t understand, she tightened her inner muscles at the same time she pressed her body up and closer to his.

“Christ!” Adam began to move, a fast, deep plundering of her body that excited her beyond anything she’d even imagined. His cock moved in and out of her so fast, so deep, she could do nothing but receive him, receive him and relish the motion, the glide and the slide and the reaching, reaching.

“Adam!” Her release overwhelmed her, sucking every bit of thought from her brain, so that only the rapture, wave after wave of glorious rapture, filled her completely. She held tight to the man thrusting in her, held him even as he cursed again and then stiffened. Deep inside, in that special place his cock claimed, she felt a flood of hot liquid as he gave her his seed.

His chest rested on her, and sweat, both his and hers, pooled. She heard her own breathing, shallow and raspy, echo against his. Her heart raced, and she felt his pounding against her, too.

Adam had collapsed on top of her. She bore his full weight and here was yet another kind of pleasure, one that touched not so much her body as her heart.

Amanda didn’t fool herself. This was no wedding night. She’d never counted on having one of those. She
had
hoped to one day know what it felt like to cradle the body of a man between her thighs. That moment had arrived and she was going to thoroughly enjoy every minute. She would indulge herself and these men to the best of her ability, and she would save every experience in her memory. One day, when she’d returned to Richmond, she’d be able to take those memories out and embrace each one.

“Did I hurt you, sweetheart?” Adam kissed those words against her ear, then took his weight off her just a little, raising his chest up so he could look in her eyes.

“No. I knew the first moment would sting, but after that it was just wonderful. You felt wonderful.” Amanda smiled because he flexed inside her. If she wasn’t mistaken, his cock was returning to life. “Perhaps I should say
feel
wonderful.”

“Damn, you’re special.” He eased himself away from her and then looked at Warren.

Because he did, Amanda turned her head to the left. Warren was lying on his side, tucked in close and facing her. The glitter in his eyes and the way he looked at her made her breath catch.

“Are you too sore for me?”

“Never.”

Warren smiled and then leaned over and gave her a too-short kiss. “My sweet Amanda, I think you would say that even if your pussy felt like it was on fire.”

Lying here naked between two men who were also naked filled her with a sense of confidence she’d rarely felt. Though she knew she thought boldly, she rarely spoke boldly. She did so now. “I want you.”

“Oh, you’re going to have me. Because I very much want you, too.”

“Kiss me, please, Warren.”

As if he was waiting only for her to ask, he leaned over, cupped her face with his hand, and laid his lips on hers. His tongue swept her bottom lip, and when she opened to him, his tongue surged into her mouth, caressing, commanding. Languid and lush, his kiss soothed and aroused at the same time. His flavor differed from Adam’s, but tasted no less delicious. His lips brushed and his tongue danced with hers over and over, slow and sweet, wet and wonderful.

Just when she thought he would come over her, he scooped her up and rolled onto his back, bringing her with him so that she lay upon him. She parted her legs, and his hard cock nestled between her wet feminine folds.

“This way you can set the pace,” he whispered. “Take my cock into that wonderful little cunny, sweetheart. Fuck me.”

Amanda’s eyes widened because his words and what he asked her to do inflamed her. She wasn’t certain how to maneuver at first, but then she just did what felt good. When his hot shaft slipped inside her, she let out a groan of pure pleasure.

Longer where Adam had been thick, she took as much of Warren’s cock as she could. He hit something inside of her, something that gave a twinge of protest. And then her arousal surged, and whatever had blocked him opened and allowed just that last little bit of him in.

“Oh, yes. I knew you’d be hot and tight around me.”

“She has an amazing pussy,” Adam said.

He scooted close to them, on Warren’s right. He stretched up and kissed her, a sweet, questing kiss. And then he turned his head and kissed Warren.

It thrilled Amanda, this display of love between these two men. She could only imagine how witnessing and participating in other intimacies would affect her.

“Here, sweetheart.” Adam helped her to straighten her body so that she knelt, straddling Warren. A gasp escaped her when that change sat him even deeper inside her. It hurt, yet on the heels of the pain came a wave of arousal that was almost as fierce as her release had been.

“Now we can play with your breasts—your very pretty breasts.”

Suiting actions to words, both men caressed and petted, pinched and pulled. Adam got on his knees beside her and showed her how to ride Warren, slow and gentle movements that thrilled her.

“Like I’m riding a horse,” she whispered.

“Thanks, darling, but my cock’s not quite that big.”

Amanda laughed, partly due to Warren’s wit, but mostly because of the joy that filled her heart.

Adam turned her face to him, his kiss instantly carnal. When he weaned his lips from hers, he bent to her nipple, sucking it into his mouth, strong and deep. Low in her belly, Amanda felt a tug, and that tug made her arousal climb even higher.

“This is incredibly arousing, watching my lovers fuck. Soon, we’ll both be inside you at the same time, Amanda.”

“Oh, God. Is that even possible?”

“Oh, yeah,” Warren answered her. His hand reached up and caressed her right breast, tweaking the nipple.

Amanda shivered, the smooth, gentle up and down movements of her body on Warren’s cock becoming shorter, jerkier.

“I want to watch you both come at the same time,” Adam said. Then he laid his lips on hers and slid his hand down her body to where she and Warren were joined.

His fingers caressed a spot on her that sent a jolt through her. He chuckled low and did it again, and then again.

Warren grunted, grasping her hips, taking over the motion, driving his cock into her in fast, deep thrusts. Amanda screamed as her release soared out of her, as everything inside her tingled and sparkled with excitement. She bowed her back and closed her eyes and could have sworn a dozen shooting stars exploded all around her.

Drained, she let herself go, trusting these two men to keep her from falling, to keep her safe. Adam took her weight, his hand still spread between her pussy and Warren’s cock.

“Mandy.”

Warren’s endearment stroked her, settling deep in her heart. Adam eased her down gently, tucking her in the midst of them while he murmured sounds her inner self seemed to recognize and understand.

As sleep began to claim her, she thought of that first moment, when Adam had entered her. He’d said she was theirs.

“You’re mine, too.” Her thoughts emerged as a whisper. On her side, she felt the light kiss of one lover, the soft caress of the other.

“Yes, sweetheart. We’re yours, too.” Adam said.

The words sank with her into sleep.

Chapter 10

Adam kept his eye on Amanda throughout the day, carefully watching for signs of discomfort. They’d gotten a later start than would be ideal because he and Warren had wanted her to get as much sleep as possible.

The sun had just started to descend when he saw Amanda wince. He didn’t look away when she caught him staring. She blushed and he fought the urge to laugh.

“We’ve gone far enough today.” He stopped his horse, turned him slightly so that he faced her, expecting her protest. She didn’t disappoint him.

“It’s only afternoon. There’s a lot of daylight left.”

“You’re uncomfortable.” Warren reined in on her other side, also turning his animal to face her. Adam wasn’t surprised Warren had noticed. He was a sensitive, caring man. That was one of the things Adam loved about him.

“We probably should have spent the day back there,” Warren said. “Except I doubt we would have been able to keep our hands off you if we had, so you wouldn’t have gotten much time to heal, anyway.”

Amanda blushed again, and this time Adam allowed himself a small chuckle. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. It’s our fault you’re sore.”

“I know it’s silly for me to be embarrassed. Hopefully, I’ll get over it. How long until we get to Denison?”

“It’ll be another four days, at least, I’m afraid. Then we’ll get us a room at the hotel and a real bed. For now, let’s make camp. There’s a stream not too far ahead. I’ll head over there and get—”

“How far ahead?”

Adam shook his head. “Likely another hour, at least.”

“I want to camp by a stream.” Amanda shifted her seat on the saddle, wincing again as she did. “I want to sit in cool water. Please? I can manage another hour, and I think cool water will really help.”