“Mm, I think your ass is as hungry as your cunt.” He sank one finger into her. She felt full, wicked, and wanton. She moaned and pushed her ass against that finger, then down, so she could rub her clit against Henry’s groin.
“Yes, it is. Please, fuck me.”
“Oh, don’t worry, Red. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and deep.”
“Relax on me, Itty.” Henry ran his hands over her back and caressed the back of her head. “Lie here and just let go.”
Tamara nestled closer to Henry. Her heart thumped when Morgan grabbed her ass, when he spread her cheeks just a little. Oh, the heat of his cock, just the latex-covered tip of it as he pressed against her anus! She could only close her eyes and hum in pleasure as he pushed, as he began his penetration. The burning of his entry fueled her arousal, and she clenched her pelvic floor muscles, a reaction she couldn’t prevent.
“Mm,” Henry said. “I love it when you do that.”
“I love it, too.” Tamara sucked in a breath as burning edged into a sharp pain, as her anus stretched until she felt Morgan’s cock enter her.
They both groaned as he slowly sank all the way into her.
“Oh, God.” She felt full to bursting, yet at the same time completely free and alive.
“Easy, Red.” Morgan moved in her, his thrusts slow and measured. It felt so damn good she could only make throaty sounds. Words seemed impossible.
She wanted the pleasure to last, wanted the slow climb to continue. A shiver coursed down her spine, wrapped around her, and tickled the edge of her clit. Deep inside she felt a curl, a spasm, felt the heat increase and her heart pound. Like a flower unfurling in the summer sun, her orgasm began to bloom. Unstoppable, nearly immeasurable, it grew and expanded beyond her ability to control, to prolong.
Tamara cried out as the sensations grabbed her. Her hips began to pump, to work the cocks within her, the motions sweet and sharp and sexy.
“Oh, oh, oh…” She could only take it as the climax flooded her, she could only take the pleasure and the thrills as they exploded up and through and out. Rapture tore her apart and put her back together, new, whole, fulfilled.
“Damn!” Morgan began to thrust in her, harder and faster. In and out, his hands gripping her as he, too, seemed captured by this bliss intent on possessing them all.
“Good God!” Henry thrust up inside her once, then again, and then held her tight as he emptied himself inside her. Through the echoes of her own ecstasy, she felt both men stiffen, felt the pulsing of the cocks inside her and the heat of the sperm as it filled the latex and pressed against her most sensitive places.
“Don’t move.” Morgan bore his weight on his arms on either side of her as he fought for breath.
“Don’t worry.” She doubted she’d move anytime in the next week.
Morgan chuckled then kissed her shoulder. He eased out of her and took a moment to caress her ass as he left the bed.
Tamara blinked, and the next thing she knew Morgan had returned. He gently cleaned her and then lifted her off his brother.
“Maybe I’ll get you two to carry me everywhere.”
“We could.” Henry rolled off the bed. “Because, as I believe I’ve said at least once before, you don’t weigh much.”
He was back in moments, and then Tamara was in her new favorite place, between Morgan and Henry in this gigantic bed.
Morgan lay on her right, on his side so he faced her. His hand made lazy strokes down her body, a comforting caress that fed her emotions.
“You didn’t answer us,” he said.
“You didn’t ask a question.” She grinned at him, because she knew what he meant, and she knew she was right.
“She’s right. We didn’t ask,” Henry said. “At least, not in so many words.”
“And the words are important,” Morgan said.
“Your words are important to me.” Tamara reached up and caressed his face with one hand. He bent down and kissed her sweetly.
She lavished the same attention on Henry and received as tasty a reward.
“Will you be our partner, in business and in life? Will you marry us, have children with us, and grow old with us?”
Tamara’s heart felt so full, she wondered it didn’t burst. She’d never believed in love, or forever, but she did now.
“I can think of nothing better than to spend the rest of my life in love under two flyboys.”
Morgan’s hand stroked her stomach. “That’s good. Because I have a feeling you’re going to be spending a lot of time under us—or between us.”
Henry grinned. “It’s like I said that first day. Something falls out of the sky onto your land, it’s yours.”
“You did say that.” Tamara smiled right back at him. “But I’m not certain that it’s a law or anything.”
“Don’t you worry about it, Itty,” Henry said. “We’ll bring it up at the next meeting of the Town Trust.”
“Good thinking,” Morgan said. “That way if it isn’t a law, it will be.”
Tamara thought that sounded like a very good idea.
Chapter 21
“Are there going to be gun-toting villains at this party, too?”
Morgan laughed and then hugged her. Considering how the last party she’d attended in Lusty turned out, Tamara thought it had been a reasonable question to ask. She shook her head. Was that only two weeks ago? Time had been moving fast and furious since that night.
She’d never been busier, and she’d never been happier.
“It would seem the latest Lusty, Texas tradition is to have a casual engagement party at Kelsey Benedict’s restaurant,” Henry said as they stepped into Lusty Appetites.
“I think it’s a great idea.” Tamara looked around at how many people had already arrived. “But I do notice that neither one of you answered my question.”
“Well, I see Peter made it back
