Love Under Two Cowboys by Cara Covington Page A

him, eager to drink in the taste of him, to have his heat fill her body and his essence fill her soul. Until these men, kissing had never turned her on. It did now, and as her tongue did a sweet, slow salsa with Chase’s, her hunger for these men grew.
    His flavor drenched her as the heat of his body surrounded her. His lips, hot and moist on hers, wooed her, weakened her, and made her crave more.
    He cupped her face in one hand as he eased his lips from hers. “You worried that telling us about your past would change how we feel about you. Nothing could keep us from loving you, sweet Carrie. But we are worried. We don’t want to frighten you, or bring back bad memories. You have to tell us if that starts to happen. We’ll understand, we both promise you that.”
    “We only want to pleasure you, darlin’, and cherish you. It would kill us to cause you pain of any kind. You’re precious to us.”
    Carrie shook her head as she blinked back her tears. Who knew that men such as these even existed? “Nothing you’ve ever done reminds me of what happened.” She’d never had any counseling, but she’d done some research. The Internet was good for more than just playing games. “That wasn’t sex, what he did to me. That was violence, period.” She met Chase’s gaze, and then Brian’s. She needed them to see she was being honest with them. There would be no more hiding, even if that hiding seemed the safer, wiser choice. “The one lover I chose, I think I was trying to prove a point to myself because while I liked him, I didn’t love him. Nothing we did together brought on any fears—or much else, really. He never gave me a tenth of the pleasure you both have already given me so many times.”
    “Then he was a fool.” Chase combed his fingers through her hair. “Giving you pleasure is the biggest turn-on in the world.”
    “Come here, darlin’. Give me some of that sweet lovin’ of yours.”
    Carrie grinned and would have crawled over to Brian, but Chase simply lifted her and handed her over to his brother.
    She didn’t hesitate. Straddling him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and laid her mouth on his. His lips caressed hers, back and forth while his tongue dipped into her mouth, taking up the rhythm of love as he stroked her, in and out, to the suggestive beat of the jazz that played in the background.
    His heat became hers, and his taste, so dark and subtly male, mingled with the taste of his brother on her tongue, creating the nectar she adored. Identical twins they might be, but their flavor differed, as did the feel of their mouths on hers.
    Will their cocks feel different fucking me? Will their seed taste different on my tongue ?
    Brian’s hands stroked her back and sides, his thumbs gracing the swell of her breasts while Chase’s hands smoothed over her lower back, his fingers trailing just across the top of her ass. Her nipples hardened, her slit moistened, and she gave in to the urge to press her pussy against Brian’s hard cock.
    Brian weaned his lips from hers and planted tiny, butterfly kisses on her nose and cheeks. “Why don’t we take this party upstairs?”
    “Yes, please.”
    She hadn’t noticed Chase get to his feet. When he reached down and plucked her off his brother’s lap she squeaked, then giggled as she threw her arms around his neck.
    “That’s right, sugar, you just hang on to me, and don’t let go.”
    As he mounted the stairs with her in his arms, a wave of need swept over her. It was a need, fierce and sharp, not just for the physical, but the emotional. “You, too. Please, don’t ever let go of me.”
    He stopped with her in his arms as soon as he stepped into the bedroom. “Never, sugar.”
    Brian ran his hand down her back and kissed her ear. “Swear to God, darlin’, we’ll never let you go.”
    She’d seen the bed in this room, of course. Having heard a tale or two about the “Kendall-sized” or “Benedict-sized” beds—depending on who was doing