Love Under Two Cowboys by Cara Covington Page B

the talking—had led her to do a little peeking when she’d been out at Kelsey’s, and Tracy’s.
    The en suite bathroom here was to die for, and she’d been imagining the three of them together in the overlarge shower, claw-foot tub, and Jacuzzi.
    What had intrigued her most about this suite, however, was that when she’d snooped in the closet and the dresser drawers in this room, she’d found no clothing in the room at all.
    “You don’t use this bedroom.”
    Chase set her down on her feet but held her close while Brian peeled back the spread and the top sheet.
    When she’d last been in this room just a few days ago—she couldn’t resist peeking in that bathroom time and again and drooling—there’d been no sheets on the bed, just the top covering and bare pillows.
    “We’ll use it now.”
    Something in the way Brian said that as he approached aroused her curiosity. They both must have seen the questions in her eyes.
    “I know you aren’t sure yet of what we are, the three of us, together.” Chase’s words came slow and deep. “But we are, sugar. We’re very sure.”
    “The master bedroom, in our homes, is always empty, until there are lovers, together, to make it their own. Until there are mates .” Brian pressed his body against hers. He stroked his tongue along the shell of her ear. “We’re your mates, Carrie, just as you’re ours. And we’re about to claim you.”
    Delicious shivers of horniness raced through her, pebbling her flesh and heating her blood. She rolled her hips forward to caress Chase’s denim-covered cock, and then backward to press against Brian’s.
    “I don’t know what the future holds. I’m not there yet. But I know one thing without a doubt. I want you. I want you both. And I’ve never, ever wanted this way before.”
    How could she not want and need them? From the first moment they enfolded her in their arms, it was as if her body had sighed in relief of finally, finally coming home. Her mind hadn’t caught up yet, but she knew if she didn’t take this chance, if she didn’t take what these two men were so sweetly offering, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
    “But will you claim us both?” Chase cupped her face as Brian reached around from behind and gently eased her T-shirt out of the waistband of her capris.
    She didn’t feel pressured, she felt torn. Was this even a little of what her sister had so recently gone through? Except, of course, Chloe had known she didn’t love Beck enough to marry him, to pledge herself to him for the rest of her life.
    Carrie didn’t know that she didn’t, but she didn’t know that she did, either.
    “Shh.” Chase used his thumbs to smooth her brow. “Don’t fret, sugar.” Yes, he could see the conflict and the concern on her face and in her eyes. He could read her, just as could Brian. And she could read them. She wanted to touch and taste and tease. She wanted to give and take and pleasure them both.
    She wanted to be with them in every way imaginable. That had to count for something, didn’t it?
    “I claim you, both of you, for now. I don’t know beyond that. Can that be enough? Oh, please let that be enough. I don’t want to disappoint you, either of you.”
    “Darlin’, you could never disappoint us.” Brian eased her shirt up, and Carrie raised her arms so he could strip it from her body. She felt the catch of her bra let go, and Chase pulled it from her gently. He cupped her breasts in his large hands and used his thumbs and forefingers to pinch and pull at her nipples.
    His actions sent a shaft of pure pleasure shooting down to her clit. Carrie whimpered, an inarticulate sound of yearning and need.
    Her men must have understood her. Their answering murmurs, deep rumbling sounds without words, known to the elemental woman within her, made her pussy lips quiver and her juices flow.
    “You’re wet, I can tell. I can smell you and the scent of you makes my cock hard and my mouth