Love Under Two Jessops

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Movement caught her eye and she looked to her left. The door to the restaurant opened and two hungry and hunky-looking men stepped in.

Both hunks were built with muscles to spare. Blond hair, blue eyes, the older one’s features slightly more edged, they were enough to make any woman melt into a pile of hormonal goo. Their images were in her mind, morning, noon, and night. She knew, for example, that the younger one’s hair was a lighter blond, his face almost cherubic, but his older brother’s eyes were a shade darker and far more piercing in their stare.

Oh my God, I just thought them into coming in here. Of course she knew she hadn’t, but that wasn’t how it felt. As those two minor mountains surveyed the restaurant, she knew their gazes would land on her. Check. And then, likely, they would exchange a look she couldn’t read and then head right over to where she’d so recently set herself down. They’d think nothing of simply strolling over and joining her at her table.

Check and double check.

I’m not ready for this! I need more time! As they drew near, she fixed a scowl on her face and told her inner imp not to ask why, if she truly wanted to be left alone, she’d chosen to sit at a table that could seat four, instead of one of the smaller tables scattered throughout the restaurant that would only seat two.

“Hello there, Chloe, love.” Andrew sat down beside her and gave her one of those heart-melting smiles he seemed to have in endless supply.

Grant simply sat across from her and said nothing. But his laser-like blue eyes stared at her, arrowing straight to her soul, while stoking her fires and stroking her feminine parts in passing.

That’s one hell of a talent he has.

“We saw you earlier this afternoon, supervising as Gordie hung your sign up,” Andrew said.

“Nice sign,” Grant said. “Pretty, and elegant.”

Chloe had to work at not letting her jaw drop. A compliment, from Grant? That wasn’t something she’d had much practice handling. It took a moment for her manners to kick in. “Um…thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

She didn’t know why she always had to be so tongue-tied around these two men.

Andrew edged his chair just slightly closer to hers, and then angled his body toward her. “Almost the only thing our mom, aunts, and female cousins have been talking about lately is how wonderful it’s going to be to have a day spa right here in town.”

Andrew’s angling of his chair effectively surrounded her by placing her between him and his brother. If she knew what was good for her she’d tell him to back off and stop encroaching on her personal space.

The only problem was she didn’t feel hemmed in or trapped or encroached upon. She felt cosseted, and protected.

What happened to that brave self-talk this afternoon, when you looked at your baby sister and saw the happiness all over her? Remember your decision? Here’s your chance. Chat them up, for God’s sake!

“I’ll begin interviewing staff early next week.” Well that certainly wasn’t what anyone could call “chatting up.” Chloe guessed she’d just gotten into the habit of being closemouthed whenever these two firefighters tried to get close to her. She had since she’d met them, which told her that she’d reacted that way to them instinctively.

She’d wanted to be friendly with them because they were friends of Carrie’s, and so she’d done her best to overcome her almost knee-jerk reaction to them.

That’s not it and you know it. You were attracted to them on first sight and it scared you silly. And because she’d been not only scared but attracted so very soon after having turned down Beck O’Malley’s proposal of marriage, she’d thrown up walls against them. She’d told herself she was taking a react-to-no-men personal stance, since there were so many hot-looking men in this town. Of course the problem with that logic was that it was only these damn Jessops who got her heart pounding so.

Beck O’Malley. Maybe it’s time I forgave myself for hurting him, too.

Now there was a thought. It really was way past time for her to do that. Chloe Rhodes didn’t know much for sure, but one thing she knew with bone-deep certainty.

Marrying Beck when she didn’t love him the way a woman should love her husband would have hurt him—hell, it would have hurt them both—so very much more in the long run than breaking things off when he’d proposed had done.

I really don’t want to beat myself up anymore. It really is time to move on.

“Hey, where did you go, beautiful?” Andrew’s hand strummed down her back in a soft caress.

Chloe shot Andrew what she knew was a questioning glance. He met her gaze, never flinching. Strange how she could read the expression on his face, right then and there. He’d used that word on purpose, and definitely wanted her to know that he meant it.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Do it. Oh God, yes, please just do it.”

“Do what?” Grant asked.

The gazes of both men branded her. “Do what?” Andrew asked.

“Fuck my brains out.”

“Christ.”

Both doors popped open, and both men moved. Andrew grabbed her and before she could blink she was over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Hey!”

“You have to know this is what they call a fireman’s carry. And we’re both firemen.”

Chloe giggled. Upside down, bouncing as the man whose shoulder she draped all but ran up the porch steps, hovering a hairsbreadth away from climax, she could only laugh.

For a large man, Andrew Jessop sure as hell could move fast.

She barely blinked and he levered her off him, laying her flat on an enormous, perfectly made bed. She hardly inhaled, and both men had their hands on her, peeling her jeans and panties down, and then off.

Grant reached out and she heard the sound of a drawer sliding open, and then the crinkle of a foil packet.

He didn’t even take his denim jeans off. He just opened them, pulled out his cock, and sheathed it.

“You’ve got us too damn triggered.” He reached down, spread her legs, and knelt between them. He brushed the back of his hand over her pussy and Chloe whimpered.

“Do that again!”

He did, and then he said, “Thank God you’re sopping wet and ready for me.”

Chloe wanted to say something clever, but at that moment she felt the heat of Grant’s cock brush her wet folds and her mind shut off.

He pushed into her and Chloe felt a slight burning as her pussy lips stretched, opening incredibly wide to receive him. Slow, deliberate, unrelenting, he pressed and pressed until finally he slid all the way in. The tip of his cock hit her cervix, his balls brushed the bottom of her slit, and Chloe erupted into orgasm.

A high-pitched cry of bliss tore from her, because the intense pleasure wouldn’t be held in. Grant gathered her in his arms, pulling her snug, and then covered her mouth with his, drinking in her essence and the rest of her scream.

His tongue devoured her, sweeping and caressing with broad, commanding strokes. Chloe wrapped her arms and legs around him and shivered as her orgasm continued to sizzle through her. Her hips began to pump, and she rode his cock as he held still within her. Her tongue slid against his and she reveled in the bounty of this rapture that consumed her so completely.

The last tiny vibrations seemed to leave her body, floating into space. Weak and pliant, her arms slid to his shoulders and then to the bed.

He eased his lips from hers and laid her gently back onto the mattress. “Hell of a first kiss,” he said.

Chloe opened her eyes when the bed dipped. Andrew stretched out beside them, completely naked. Above her, in her, Grant continued to hold himself perfectly still, his smile both tender and fun-filled.

“I hope you’re not finished.” She wanted more, now that the desperate hunger of her soul had been fed this appetizer.

“No, ma’am. I haven’t actually gotten started yet. I just thought I’d let you use me as a sex toy for a few minutes.”

Chloe chuckled. “I appreciate that. You’re a hell of a lot better at it than Bob is.”

Grant scowled and said, “Who the hell’s Bob?”

“Not who, but what. The letters stand for battery-operated boyfriend.” And she gave him the broadest smile she could.

“I think I owe you a spanking for that one,” Grant said.

Love Under Two Private Dicks

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Emily Anne closed her eyes and relaxed against the divan as she battled not to feel embarrassment. Fat and frumpy. With those two careless words he’d opened up most of her deepest wounds. She’d believed he loved her, in his way. She’d believed he had accepted her just as she was.

Man, was I ever wrong, on both counts. Her mother had told her that even she could do better than Billy J. Now there was another thought that just needed to git. Especially in light of that disturbing phone call from her mother who had wanted, of all things, for her to give Billy J another chance.

I’ll give him a chance, all right. A fat chance.

She and her mother had just had the worst tussle over the phone, and it galled her that it was over her loser ex-boyfriend.

But she’d stood up to her mother, stood her ground, and let Irene Georgina Bancroft know, in no uncertain terms, that she would not be manipulated or cowed.

Emily Anne blinked when she opened her eyes. She calculated that she’d been sitting just letting her thoughts wander long enough. “I think I’m dry.” She checked her watch, amazed that a half hour had gone quickly. Even just resting here, on this lovely divan and listening to the female chatter around her had been a soothing balm.

“I think you are, too,” Chloe said. She came over and, even though Emily Anne could do so herself, eased the tissue out from between her toes and slipped her sandals onto her feet.

“There you go.”

Emily Anne got to her feet and looked down at her toes, poking out from her sandals. Just looking at those ten twinkling, bright digits made her feel better.

They said, “Here’s a woman who values herself.” That was very important. For too long, Emily Anne hadn’t been a woman who valued herself enough.

But now she was, and she did, and there would be no going back to the way she used to be.

No, sir, not ever.

Giving the conversation with her mother one last thought, she looked back down at her very self-confident toes.

So no, Momma, I will not give that miserable excuse for a Texan man, Billy J, another chance and that, by damn, is that!

“Boy howdy, Emily Anne, I don’t know who you’re thinking about, but my money’s on you, girl. You go get ‘em, girlfriend.”

Emily Anne blinked, and looked around at all the women looking back at her. She’d had no idea she’d appeared so fierce. She didn’t even mind that she’d let her emotions show, either. This was Lusty, these women were her friends, and she was safe. “Don’t you worry about it none. If that miserable worm ever shows up here, you can be sure that I will.”

She nodded her head once, just to prove she meant it. Then she waved to everyone, paid for her pedicure—money well spent—and pulled the door open with perhaps more energy than necessary.

“God, I love a woman who’s burning with passion, don’t you, Connor?” Melvin Richardson said.

Emily Anne gasped, because she hadn’t even seen the men leaning back against the building, bracketing the door. But there they were, two of the most sinfully delicious men she’d ever laid eyes on in her entire life.

She remembered the first time she’d set eyes on the two. Mel, with his close-cut dark hair and sexy barely there goatee, and eyes that could smile so bright you didn’t even need a light to see by. Then Connor, his hair just slightly lighter and longer and looking tousled as if he just got out of bed. But, oh, such a serious man he was and so very deliberate in his actions. When Connor Talbot looked at her she felt he could see clear down to her soul.

Both men had seemed larger than life to her the first day she’d seen them, that day they’d walked into Lusty Appetites to meet with Chloe and Carrie Rhodes. They were the two private investigators who’d been hired by the Lusty Town Trust to try and locate the man who’d stolen the Rhodes sisters’ inheritance just after they’d been orphaned.

In the time she’d gotten to know them, she’d come to realize they were men like no others she’d ever known. If she had to characterize them, she would say that Mel was the lover, and Connor the fighter. Mel seemed more at ease, more laid back. Connor, she had no doubt, would be a very dominant man—and maybe a very dominant lover.

Emily Anne looked from one to the other of them. She’d been holding them both at arm’s length, doing her best to keep them dangling, as the old women used to say. And they’d proven themselves because they had not been easily discouraged, or chased away.

“I do indeed.” Connor Talbot stepped forward, and gently stroked her chin with one finger. “Angel eyes, you look as if you’re getting ready to do battle. Lead the way. We’ve got your back.”

We’ve got your back. It occurred to Emily Anne right then and there that she’d been making these two men pay for the transgressions of another.

Maybe it was time to take an entirely different approach.

ADULT EXCERPT

Emily Anne sighed and let her head fall back against Connor’s chest. Shivers swept her from the pleasure of having her breasts held and her nipples licked. The other night she’d wondered if it had been an aberration, her reaction to this kind of foreplay. But this was twice, now. Mel’s gentle touch proved to her that she could get pleasure from this part of her body, after all.

“You taste so damn good, woman.” Mel lifted his head and met her gaze. “I can’t wait until I can taste all of you.”

She understood what he meant. They’d mentioned it before, where they intended to put their mouths on her. Her cheeks heated, her fair complexion betraying her once again. Then she focused on his gaze and the emotions so open to her. She couldn’t deny the passion or the truth she saw on his face.

“I bet she tastes sweeter than anything. She smells sweeter than anything.” Connor nuzzled the side of her neck and kissed the shell of her ear. He inhaled deeply. “I can smell your arousal, angel eyes. You make me so damn hard. I feel like I’ve wanted you forever.”

 “The two of you make me feel beautiful and desirable. You make me feel sexy, when I never felt any of those things before.”

“You’re all of those things, baby, and more. Let us show you.” Mel leaned forward and laid his lips on hers.

Emily Anne’s eyes drifted shut. He kissed her with such sweet passion that she nearly wept from the beauty of it. His tongue, firm and determined, explored her mouth and coaxed her tongue into a slow and sultry dance.

One hand cupped her cheek as Mel continued to woo her with his lips. She leaned into him, her mouth open wide for him, her body and spirit both ready and willing to accept anything he offered, to give anything he asked.

Connor’s hands stroked down her arms, then around to her front. His thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts before his hands slid down. She felt his fingers settle on the snap to her jeans and she sighed into Mel’s kiss when Connor opened that snap, and slid the zipper down.

Connor kissed a trail down her back, his lips following the trail of the jeans and panties his hands pushed down her body. He placed a string of kisses across her bottom. He paused just long enough to lift each foot so that he could slip off her sneakers and socks. Then he pushed the clothing off her, tossing it out of the way.

When he rose to his feet again she was completely naked and quivering with need.

Mel released her lips and Connor tilted her head up and back and mated his mouth to hers.

One man’s lips and tongue seduced hers while another man’s hands caressed and petted her, and Emily Anne felt everything inside her begin to melt. Her nipples peaked, impossibly tight, awakening an invisible connection she’d never guessed existed between those pebbled points and her clit.

Mel fastened his mouth on her nipple and sucked. She couldn’t hold back her tiny groan of pleasure, neither could she stop her hips from giving a seductive roll, her body’s way of begging for more.

“You’re so hot and spicy.” Mel placed little kisses over her breasts.

Connor lifted his mouth from hers. “Hot and spicy, yes. Are you juicy, too, sweetheart?”

“Why don’t we see?” Mel held her gaze as he slid one hand down her body, a slow and sultry slide that would bring him to her cunt.

Lord have mercy, my pussy lips are trembling in excitement for him!

Mel slid his hand over her slit, and then rubbed back and forth as he let his fingertips penetrate her just a little. He sucked in a breath and then whispered, “Baby, you’re so hot and wet for us.”

Connor placed little butterfly kisses on her neck and shoulder. Emily Anne closed her eyes in reaction to the seductive thrill that gave her. Then she opened her eyes and looked at Mel just as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. He closed his eyes as if what he tasted was the purest, most intoxicating treat, ever.

Emily Anne’s heart began to pound in her chest at the same time that an army of butterflies fluttered in her belly. She licked her bottom lip and wondered how much longer her legs would hold her.

“Precious, you’re sopping wet. You’re ready for us, aren’t you? You want us.”

“Yes.” In fact she thought she might just die on the spot if somebody didn’t do something soon. “Yes, I want you both. Please don’t make me wait much longer.”

Connor stepped back. Mel lifted her in his arms and laid her on the bed, setting her in the middle of the large expanse.

He tented her, lowered his head toward her, and kissed her. Hard and wet and wanton, this kiss tasted of urgency. She sampled a hint of her own essence as well as his hunger on his lips and shivered. No man had ever wanted her like this, not ever.

He lifted his lips from hers and she realized he was still fully dressed. But before she could comment on that, he kissed a trail down her body, starting with her cheeks, then her shoulders and breasts. Finally he settled down between her thighs and gave her pussy a long, lovely lick.