Their
Lusty Little Valentine (MFMM)
The
Lusty, Texas Collection
By Cara Covington
Categories: Erotic
Romance, Historical, Menage a Trois/Quatre
Word Count: 73,517
Heat Level: SEXTREME
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[Siren Ménage
Everlasting: Erotic Historical Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, light
consensual BDSM, spanking, HEA]
Samantha Kincaid
knows what she wants in life. Since she was a teenage, she has planned to be a
lawyer, a judge, and one day, maybe, the first woman Justice of the Supreme
Court. Knowing that no one will credit her accomplishments locally because her
father wields significant influence, she decides to head to Austin, Texas, to
accomplish her goals. All is going well until she takes a wrong turn and ends
up stranded in a town called Lusty when her car dies.
Preston, Taylor, and Charles Kendall recognize Samantha as
the woman that was meant to be theirs when they come to her aid.
She always knew she had to choose between having a career
and a family. It was never a difficult choice because she had never met a man
who appealed to her enough to marry. Now she’s met three. The only real
question is, can the men convince Samantha that she can indeed have it all,
with them?
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STORY EXCERPT
She didn’t answer him in words. Instead she walked over and
gazed down at car’s engine.
“Did you name her Sally?”
Samantha tilted her head and spared Preston a quick look.
He must have taken her blank stare for confusion. “After the
song by Mark Rice, since it came out the same year your car was born,” he said.
Not many people knew that Wilson Pickett hadn’t recorded
that song first. Preston’s intelligence and the sincere expression in his eyes
were a dangerous combination. She didn’t think she could ever maintain a “mad”
against this man.
Good thing it won’t
ever be an issue since I won’t be here longer than it takes to call a tow truck
and find a motel.
“No. I call her Baby, as she’s likely the only one I’ll ever
have.”
“Now that is a shame, sweetheart,” the unnamed man said.
“I’m Charles, by the way. I realize you’re smart enough to know he’s Preston
and this one’s Taylor. We’re brothers, and our last name is Kendall. And you
are?”
“Samantha Kincaid.”
“You had to know with all that red hair she’d be Irish,”
Preston said. He edged just slightly closer and looked down with her at the
engine.
Samantha caught the way Preston was looking from the motor
to her. He’s likely trying to see if I even know what I’m looking at. “It’s a
289 4.7 liter 2 barrel.” Her father had taught her how to do her own oil changes
and how to perform simple maintenance procedures required of any car owner. She
could change a flat and check all the fluid levels, and had even installed a
new set of spark plugs once.
“No,” Charles said. “It’s a 289 4.7 liter 2 barrel with a
thrown piston.”
Her gaze snapped up to his. “Why would you say that?”
“We heard the bang of it, and saw the way your car came to a
very jerky stop. That wasn’t you jumping on the brakes, I’ll bet, but your
engine seizing. Your car is going to need a new engine, Miss Kincaid.”
Charles was right. She hadn’t been the one to make the car
jerk to such a sudden stop. “Well, hells bells.” She looked around the town.
“Is there a phone booth somewhere? I guess I’ll need to call for a tow, and a
mechanic.”
“There’re no phone booths in town,” Preston said. “As well,
not a single business is open today. Sorry.”
He certainly didn’t look sorry. “You don’t have to look so
happy about that.” It was pretty hard not to smile at the man. Considering the
state of her poor car, and the crisis she now faced, the fact she could smile
was a remarkable thing, indeed.
“What can I say?” he spread his hands, palms up, as if
stating the obvious. “I’m a happy man.”
Samantha exhaled, her breath ruffling her bangs. The heat
had built so that she felt as if she was in an oven. Taking a moment to scan
the town, she used her wrist to blot at the perspiration on her forehead. It
really was incredibly hot—and there really wasn’t a single business open. That
fact shouldn’t have surprised her at all. It was, after all, Sunday, and this
was a small town.
New York City never closed, but then that city was in a
class by itself.
“Miss Kincaid, do you see that rather large house just over
there?” Taylor pointed to the south. There were actually two large houses that
she could see. They appeared to be standing nearly across from each other but
about a quarter of a mile apart. She imagined there were streets or fields
between them. The downtown core didn’t stretch that far, and one of the two
houses put her in mind of an antebellum plantation home.
“That’s our home. Our parents and our grandparents are in
residence, and I know they would be delighted for you to come over and use our
telephone. Even if you have to call long distance to have someone come to your
aid, that would be perfectly fine.”
“In fact,” Charles said, “if we don’t bring you home and
Mother finds out about it, there’ll be hell to pay.”
The mention of family in residence eased her concern about
propriety—and at the same time, ridiculously, disappointed her.
She’d eschewed much of her generation’s worship of “free
love.” Not that she was a prude, but she did believe that intimacy should only
be shared after a man and woman got to know each other.
It completely embarrassed her that the tiny mental fantasy
that arose when she thought the word “intimacy” featured her with not one, but
all three of these sexy Texan men.
It has to be the heat.
Push that thought away right now!
“Oh, dear. You’re looking very flushed. Mother will be
annoyed if we let you get heat stroke. You best come along.” Preston took her
hand and began to lead her away from her car. “It’ll only take us about ten
minutes to walk to the house. I apologize, the three of us were just over
visiting some friends. We often leave our cars at home, because our town isn’t
very big.”
“If we’d had any inkling we’d be rescuing a damsel in
distress today, we’d have driven one of them,” Charles said.
“Although if we had, we may not have been on hand when you
needed us, so there you have it.” Taylor seemed quite certain of that.
“Wait. I need to lock my car and grab my purse.”
“I’ll grab your bag for you, but there’s no need to lock
your car.” Charles spun on his heal and jogged back to Baby.
“This is Lusty. No one will touch it.” Preston had hold of
her hand, and tossed that nugget back to her without breaking his stride.
Her mother had told her, before she’d left home, that for
the most part, Texan men were gentlemen in the finest Southern tradition, and
would treat a lady with the utmost respect. Samantha made a note that the next
time she spoke to her mother, she would have to deliver the news that times—and
Texan men—certainly had changed.
ADULT EXCERPT
They were, all three
of them naked, and with the flick of her wrists, and a subtle kicking aside of
a silken triangle, she was, too.
It took every bit of her resolve not to cover her breasts or
her pussy. She’d been nude before, and even had been seen in the nude a couple
of times, but this was the first time in her life she felt totally naked.
“I thought Preston told you to stop thinking.” Taylor
quirked one eyebrow and Samantha met his gaze.
“Under the circumstances, it’s hard not to.”
“That’s on us, then. We haven’t sufficiently distracted
you.” Charlie stepped forward and scooped her into his arms. He’d moved so
quickly and decisively she gasped.
The next thing she knew, the shower had come on. Taylor
tested the water, nodded, and then Charlie carried her in, and under the
downpour.
Charlie set her down, and as she closed her eyes under the
spray, she felt the three men move in close to her, surround her.
And then, oh, God, there were hands on her, so many hands
slicked with soap and set on seduction.
“Keep your eyes closed.”
Preston Kendall is a
bossy man. At the moment, though, since water was showering down on her and
the scent of shampoo filled the glass enclosure, she did as he commanded.
Someone took hold of her hands and raised her arms above her
head, and then she felt a tug on her hair. Following the silent directive, she
tilted her head back.
“Mmm.” The sensation of having her breasts, belly, and hair
all washed at the same time overwhelmed her senses. She shivered, and her pussy
clenched, as if looking for a cock to grasp onto. Not one to mince words, she
said, “This feels so good.”
“It gets better.” Preston’s whispered words brushed her
face. He covered her mouth with his own, his kiss carnal as he plunged his
tongue into her mouth.
His hand slid down her stomach in a straight line to her
cunt. Fingers delved, and Samantha moaned into his mouth. She couldn’t prevent
her hips from rolling toward him, wordlessly begging for more of his touch.
Preston tapered his kiss, then used his lips to caress her
throat. Behind her, someone stood flush, and the press of a hot, fully aroused
cock rubbed against her ass, nestling at the top of her crack.
“Your cunt is hot and wet. Is it hungry, kitten? Is your
cunt hungry for us?”
Arousal soared high and fast. Samantha moaned and nodded,
simple words now beyond her. Hungry? No, her body was starving for the touch of
these men, nearly desperate to be filled by them.
“I think that’s a yes.” Taylor’s words sounded in her right
ear, and then his lips kissed her, nuzzled her, and Samantha shivered.
“I want to feel her pussy.” Charlie’s voice had deepened and
taken on a guttural edge. She felt movement and understood he was the one
holding her arms aloft, as he maneuvered on her right side and then slid his
hand down to join his brother’s.
Fingers stroked and then delved and, oh God, she had two
fingers inside her pussy, and it felt so good.
The sounds that emerged from her seemed to thrill the men.
“You are hungry. All right, then, kitten, we’re going to
take care of you right now. Come for us, baby.”
I should tell them
that’s something I’ve never been very good at…the thought evaporated,
fizzing out under the onslaught of their mouths and hands and fingers. Someone
pinched and then tugged on her clitoris.
Samantha came, her orgasm exploding out of her, unexpected
and completely overwhelming. The sound of her scream echoed against the glass
shower enclosure. Arms supported her as her knees lost all strength, and she
whimpered as wave after thrilling wave of life-altering energy sizzled through
her.
“Hot holy hell, woman, you’re responsive.” Charlie took her
left nipple into his mouth and suckled strongly.
“Let’s see how you fly, now that we’ve taken the edge off
for you. Now we can love you properly.” Taylor nuzzled her neck and shoulder.
Her arms went lax. She didn’t recall Charlie releasing her
hands. Then Taylor’s words penetrated, and she shivered. “Taken the edge off?”
There were other words he’d spoken, too. One word in particular, that she
didn’t want to hear or even think about.
He probably just said
“love you” to be a gentleman, choosing not to use the crasser “have sex with
you” or the even baser “fuck you.”
Samantha’s heart raced, her lungs fought for air, and she
felt as if every single bone in her body had turned to rubber. Needing to
distract herself from her own recent thoughts, she said, “Any more excitement
and I may not survive.”
Preston chuckled. “We’ll just have to see about that, won’t
we?”
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