STORY EXCERPT

Morgan ran, low and fast, and scooped the pilot—he was a small one—and carried him away from the craft.

“Hey, what the hell…damn it, put me down!”

Morgan struggled to hang on to his fighting, kicking female bundle. Then one small leg jammed between his two and he began to fall. At the last minute he twisted so that he didn’t squish the woman in his arms by falling on her. Then he quickly reversed positions with the wildly struggling female so that he was on top, pinning her to the ground out of sheer self-defense.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, asshole?”

“Saving your life.” Morgan levered himself up so he could get a good look at his captive. Short, reddish-brown hair in a soft-looking cap surrounded a pixie-like face. Her flashing hazel eyes snapped with fury and intelligence. Full, kissable lips called to him, a siren’s song of temptation. All of that was contained in a small, curvy feminine frame that felt lushly warm and scintillatingly sexy beneath him.

“Here’s a news flash for you, hot shot. I already saved my own damn life the moment I got the plane on the ground safely.”

The reality of having her under him hardened his cock. He narrowed his eyes as he considered her.

“You wouldn’t happen to know Kate Benedict, would you?” He glanced up at the sky from which this enticing female package had just fallen. He recalled the woman’s question to him when he’d told her that he and Henry could find their own mate. Damn it, Kate, what did you do, put a hex on us?

“Look, I don’t care if I remind you of this Kate Benedict or the big-breasted bimbo who broke your heart in high school. Get. Off. Of. Me. Now.”

Morgan realized there really was no reason to keep the woman pinned to the ground, despite the fact that laying on her felt pretty damn good. He began to lift himself off her at the same moment she tried to buck him off. The combined momentum resulted in their changing positions, with her ending up sprawled on top of him.

She scrambled, trying to get up, but ended up straddling him perfectly, with her crotch nestled snugly against his hardening erection. It was all Morgan could do not to groan out in pure pleasure.

He had to give her credit. She didn’t blush or stammer. What she did was push her hips down to let him know she felt his cock. Then she sent him a smirk.

“Just like a man, always thinking with the wrong head.”

Morgan opened his mouth to comment, but stopped when his brother came to stand next to them.

“Good news. I don’t think the engine is going to explode, after all.”

“Thank you for that update,” Morgan said. “I appreciate your assistance.”

Henry grinned at him. “You’re welcome.” Then he reached down and plucked the woman off him, holding her by the waist with her feet dangling several inches off the ground. “Why, you’re just an itty-bitty little thing, aren’t you, darlin’?”

“Aw, hell,” she said. “I’ve traveled back in time to the Stone Age. I never realized Neanderthals spoke English.”

Morgan gained his feet. “Not Neanderthals, sweetheart. Texans. There’s a world of difference.”

“Not from my point of view, and not at the moment,” she said.

Henry put the woman down. She didn’t run away, just turned, put her hands on her hips, and glared at them.

“Seems to me there’s a law here in Texas that says if something falls out of the sky and lands on your property, it’s yours,” Henry said.

“Pretty sure there is,” Morgan agreed.

The woman took one step forward, invading Morgan’s space. How astute of her to know that I’m the bigger threat. Her scowl turned fierce. The adage, small but mighty, popped into Morgan’s head.

“I don’t fucking think so.”

Damned if he didn’t really like her fire. It made him wonder how hot she’d burn, naked and between them. He flicked a glance at Henry and knew his brother was just as enthralled with her.

“We can debate the finer points of the law later. I’m Morgan Kendall, and this is my brother Henry. It’s our airfield you’ve landed on, Itty-Bitty.” Not completely true, as the field actually belonged to the Town Trust. But it would do for now.

“It’s not fair to make fun of people who are vertically challenged.” Her tone, all prim and proper, let him know her height, or rather her lack of it, was a sore point with her.

“Fine, then, I’ll call you Red.”

“I’m sticking with Itty-Bitty,” Henry said to him. “Kind of like the way it rolls off my tongue.”

The woman sighed and stepped back. “Tamara Jones. And trust me, landing on your airfield was not my first plan for the day.”

“Oh? What was?” Henry asked.

“Ferrying this piece of crap airplane from Abilene home to San Marcos. My uncle bought it from a friend of his. We’re going to open a crop-dusting business.”

“That’s a coincidence. Henry and I are starting a business, too.”

“You’re pilots? What do you fly?”

“Until recently, an F-16 Falcon,” Henry said.

“Air Force? You look too young to be jet jockeys,” Tamara said.

“Ha. Shows what you know, Red. We’re retired jet jockeys,” Morgan said.

“Awfully young to be retired, too.”

He couldn’t read the look she gave him then. So instead, he said, “Well, Ms. Jones, why don’t we have a look at this plane of yours? See if we can’t figure out what’s wrong with it. Then we can get you on your way.”

“You’re pilots and mechanics?”

“Trust me,” Henry said. “There’s absolutely no end to our talents, darlin’.”

“Trust you? I don’t even know you.”

Morgan gave her as heated a look as he could manage. “You’re going to know us both pretty damn well before too long.

ADULT EXCERPT

“I need you both.”

“You can have us both.” Henry stepped closer. He reached out and ran his fingers down the side of her face, cupped her cheek, and brought her in for his kiss.

A light brush of his mouth on hers, his heat shimmered right there, for her, and she drank it in, drank him in. Then she leaned away just enough to meet his gaze. She slid a glance at Morgan, who stood ready, she knew, to do whatever it was she asked of him.

“In me at the same time. I want you in me at the same time.”

Morgan reached for her and drew her ever so slowly into his arms. “Are you sure?”

Before she could answer him, he laid his lips on hers, a kiss as gentle as his brother’s had been. “Be sure, sweetheart. Because this takes us to a whole new level. Can you accept that?”

A part of her wished she could pretend she didn’t understand his meaning. But that would be lying—to herself, and to them. At her core, she was an honest woman.

“We’re at that level anyway. I thought to keep this just physical. Keep us as friends with benefits. But we’re more than that. I don’t know if this is forever, what’s between us. I know you believe it is, the both of you. I’m not there yet. I don’t know if I’ll ever be there. Can you accept that?”

“Yes.” Morgan didn’t hesitate. He leaned down, kissed her, then stepped back.

Henry’s arm came around her, and he turned her into his kiss. His mouth, hot and wet, caressed and slid, wooing hers, enticing hers to taste and tease until their tongues danced a slow, seductive tango. Henry scooped her into his arms before he broke the kiss.

“I can walk.” Although she thought she should be getting used to being carried by these two very macho men.

“Of course you can. This is all part of our ‘sweep-her-off-her-feet master plan.’”

Tamara laughed. Henry’s wit and dry delivery tickled her sense of humor.

“How’s that working for you?” she asked him.

“You’re off your feet, and we’re about to get lucky,” Morgan said. “I’d say it’s working pretty well.”

They didn’t let her catch her breath. Henry lowered her feet to the floor. Then, together, they peeled the clothes from her body.

Hands and mouths stroked and kissed, aroused and seduced. Tamara let them know she wanted equal access and smiled when their impatient movements stripped their own clothes from their bodies.

They brought her to the bed, and she wondered at the frenzy that overtook them all. They touched and tasted, rolled and caressed and cupped and squeezed. She immersed herself in the scent of them, in the feel of their hard muscles and musk-flavored flesh. She wanted, needed, all of them on all of her. As she immersed herself in them, want evolved beyond need, hovering on instinct. Join, burrow, mesh. Her psyche pushed her to leave all boundaries behind and tumble, wild and free, into the unknown.

Morgan reached for her, eased her over his body so that she straddled him. The heat of his latex-covered cock against her labia made her pussy clench and release its dew. Then she slid onto him, his erection filling her, the tip of his cock hitting her cervix as she took him all.

He continued to ease her down, until her face rested on his chest while his hands caressed her back.

The sounds of preparation sped the beat of her heart in her chest as excitement spiraled within her. She listened as Henry tore open the condom then rolled it into place. She understood the tiny whir was the sound of the cap being unscrewed from the tube of lube.

He didn’t warn her, just used his fingers to smooth a generous amount on her anus, stroking up and down and pushing in a little. Then another wet sound, and she knew he covered his sheathed cock in the gel, too.

All the while, Morgan stroked her back with his hands as his cock gently and slowly stroked the inside of her pussy.

“Easy.” The heat of Henry’s body close to hers, the movement on the bed behind her, fed her excitement, and yes, her trepidation.

Could her body even hold two cocks this way?

“I’ll stop if you ask it.” And then she felt the presence of his cock, the hot, round bulb of it, pushing against her anus.

“Oh, God. You feel so hot and big.”

“Work yourself back on me, sweetheart. You set the pace.”

In tiny increments she pushed against him, the combination of burning and sexual allure a cocktail she immediately loved. Back and forth, she found she could stimulate both cocks, and her hunger for more grew.

“Mm, I need…” She needed more but couldn’t talk, as the invasion of two cocks took every ounce of energy, every bit of attention.

“More?”

“Yes.”

Henry pressed a little harder. She felt her anus open, and the head of his cock enter her.

“Oh, oh. My…yes…just…” The tingles and shivers of acute horniness seemed to slither and go off everywhere at once. She couldn’t focus because it wasn’t just one spot that hummed within her, close to climax. Every spot had become an erogenous zone, everywhere quivered with barely held thrills.

“God, sweetheart, you feel so good. I need…” He inched forward just a little. Tamara pushed down and in, and felt Morgan’s cock seat itself even deeper inside her pussy.