The Lusty, Texas Collection, Volume 3 (MMF)

The Lusty, Texas Collection

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[Siren Publishing Menage Romance Collection: Cowboy, Western, Menage a Trois, Sex Toys, Contemporary, MMF, HEA]

In Love Under Two Strong Men, Tracy has been in love with Jordan Kendall forever. When Jordan gets together with Peter Alvarez, she couldn’t be happier. She fell in love with the handsome Fed at first sight, and she knows the sparks are there for all three of them. But while Peter seems receptive, Jordan still thinks of her as a kid.

So Tracy takes the biggest gamble of her life. When it works, she’s thrilled. Until she realizes that Jordan can’t trust that they’re forever—and that Peter is keeping a secret.

Jordan has never been able to completely relax in his own skin. He wants to believe Tracy and Peter can be his for a lifetime, but his own self-doubt keeps getting in the way.

Then he learns that Peter’s got a price on his head, and Jordan knows he’ll do anything he has to do to protect the man, and the woman, he loves.

In Love Under Two Adventurers, Rebecca Jessop had just decided to damn her pride and go after Greg Benedict, when he arrives with his lover Cody Harper! But loving two adventurers brings complications she never saw coming.

Greg, who already lost one lover to tragedy, knows he’s got to face his own demons if he wants to build a future with Cody and Rebecca. Nothing could please him more than to realize there’s a strong bit of lust at first sight between Cody and Rebecca. Now if only they can surmount one more hurdle.

Cody is in need of recuperation time after a harrowing ordeal in Europe, but he’s suffering a little more than he wants to admit. Will the love of two people, and the support of an entire community, be enough to help Cody slay his own dragon?

Rebecca’s not without her demons. It only remains to be seen if the threat to her is identified before it is too late.

Cara Covington is a Siren-exclusive author.

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Love Under Two Strong Men


The time for talking was past. Peter’s emotions were so wired at the moment he damn near vibrated. And he could tell just by looking at him that Jordan felt the same way.

His apartment door closing behind them sounded like a gunshot blast.

“Can I offer you a drink?” He’d been in the place for six weeks, and had recently stocked his bar and his fridge. Wine for himself and beer for Jordan. That’s what he and Jordan were, in a way. In some things they had totally different tastes. But it didn’t mean they were a bad mix.

“No, thanks. Nothing to drink for me.”

Jordan looked over his shoulder at him, and the heat in his eyes nearly seared Peter to the bone. Without another word, and as if he’d done so a hundred times before, Jordan sought out the bedroom.

Peter followed him, his pace deliberately slow when what he wanted to do was race, the way his heart was racing.

Preparations had consumed Peter and fired his blood just that afternoon. He’d been busy and filled with anticipation. He’d put fresh sheets on the bed and turned the light down to burn low when he’d left. He’d also set out an unopened box of condoms and a fresh tube of lube.

Just in case.

Now he stopped at the doorway, taking a moment to capture this picture, to savor it. Jordan finally stood in his bedroom, in what he hoped he would soon consider his bedroom, too.

Peter had always been one to know instinctively what he wanted. All his life, he’d made choices that seemed at best to be random. He hadn’t been in Lusty, Texas, long when he knew what he wanted his life to be years in the future. He wanted a house just on the edge of the small central Texas town, with a couple of kids, and Jordan Kendall and Tracy Jessop as his forever-mates.

“I want you so damn badly I’m shaking.”

Jordan’s confession smoothed Peter’s jitters. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Me, too. I’m torn between seeing how fast we can make each other come and taking this first time nice and slow, savoring it.”

Jordan dropped his overnight bag where he stood then turned and took two steps toward him. Peter also took two steps, which brought him within touching distance.

Two strong men meeting on even ground, on equal terms.

“I haven’t even kissed you yet.” Peter reached out and touched Jordan. It seemed as if the heat from Jordan’s body seared his palm, then rushed into his bloodstream. A light stroke of his hand across Jordan’s shoulder turned into a longer, trembling caress down his chest, across his pecs. Thrilling, this first touch of the man who would in moments become his lover.

Even more thrilling, Jordan’s caress of his chest tripped his heart and hardened his cock.

“So kiss me.”




“My God, you look like a kid in a candy store.” Jordan’s voice tickled her senses.

She grinned and looked up, meeting his gaze. “That’s kind of how I feel. I want to…” Tracy let her sentence trail off. Instead of telling them what she wanted, she decided to show them. In one fluid movement she came forward on her knees, until she was only inches from that arousing and aroused male flesh.

“I’ve never…I want to…” Oh, she wanted to do so much! To touch and taste, to caress and pleasure and learn them both.

“We’re all yours,” Peter said. “Just be gentle with us.”

The absurdity of that statement coaxed a chuckle from her. That should be her line, except somehow she knew that they’d be more than gentle with her.

She reached out and ran one finger over Jordan’s cock, base to tip. His skin felt hot, and the twin sensations of softness and hardness nearly overwhelmed her. She didn’t think she’d touched him beyond a delicate caress, but his cock seemed to bounce in response to it. The sound of Jordan inhaling through his teeth told her that small touch had pleasured him.

She glanced up at him and received his smile in return.

“Go on, sweetheart. I can take it.”

“No, I want to take it,” she said. Leaning forward, she inhaled deeply, drawing his scent into her. The sound he made could have been a groan of pain except she knew it wasn’t.

Bracing herself on her hands and knees, she leaned in until she could nuzzle Jordan’s stiff shaft, breathe him in right there at the base, and blow lightly on the hair that nested his cock.

“Jesus.” Peter’s one word came out on a strangled sigh. “You’re a stronger man than I knew, babe. I don’t know if I could take that kind of torture.”

“Mmm, let’s see if you can.” Tracy had been going to treat Peter to the same inspection anyway. She only had to shift a few inches. This close she could see a few differences in their penises. Jordan’s was a bit longer, but Peter’s seemed thicker. Of course, here, Peter’s complexion was just a bit darker, too, a reflection of his Hispanic heritage.

She stroked Peter’s cock with one finger exactly as she had done with Jordan’s and noticed the same velvety softness of the skin encasing the hard, erect muscle, and the same bounce in response. It was as if their cocks leapt for joy. Flicking a glance upward, she leaned in and nuzzled him, inhaling deeply.


His fingers combed through her hair, then cupped her head. She felt him tremble, just before he eased her back. She might be a virgin, but she understood she’d pushed both him and Jordan to their limits.

“Sometime in the next day or so, blondie, we’ll have you in this position again, and you’re going to do a hell of a lot more than inhale us.” Peter’s voice had dipped low, becoming an incredibly erotic sound that shivered through her.

“Oh, yeah,” Jordan agreed. “But right now, it’s our turn to touch and sniff and drive you wild.”

Peter gave her a gentle shove. Tracy went with it, sprawling out onto her back, thrilled beyond anything when both men immediately crawled onto the bed and flanked her.

“Did you do this for us?” Jordan’s hand brushed her bare pussy.

She understood he asked if she’d shaved for them. “Maybe.” Then she grinned. “I’ve never liked hair between my legs.”

“Now that could be a problem.” Peter stretched out on her left side, turned so that he faced her, and propped his head up the same way she had done earlier.

Tracy frowned. “A problem?”

“Mmm.” He stroked a hand down the left side of her body, tweaking her nipples, caressing her belly.

“Because.” Jordan’s hand caressed her right side in cadence with his lover’s. “We’re both going to have our heads between your legs. And I’m pretty sure that neither one of us is willing to shave our heads first.”

“Oh, God.” Just the idea of feeling their mouths on her pussy had her shivering inside.

“No, sweetheart, not nearly. We’re just men.” Jordan leaned over and cupped her face. He kissed her, his lips firm and hungry on hers. His mouth opened wide, and his tongue delved deeply into her, stroking hers, exciting her beyond measure.

Soft and sensuous, nearly reverent, his lips savored her, wooing her senses completely. She drank him in, stroking with her tongue, absorbing his taste the way she imagined a parched woman would absorb a cold drink of water.

Jordan moved, his lips leaving hers to sip and sample her neck and shoulder. Fingers on her chin turned her head to the left. Her eyes drifted shut as Peter’s mouth settled on hers.

More forceful, maybe a little greedier, Peter devoured her, his tongue penetrating her mouth in a rhythm that made her hips twitch.

Everything inside her came alive with the touches of these men. Hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples, pulling gently, then kneading and petting until she whimpered and writhed.

Masculine chuckles vibrated against her moist flesh as mouths moistened where fingers had awakened, so that her nipples, pebbled and wet, shivered for more. Soft caresses explored her body. Hands brushed over a stomach filled with butterflies and electric sparklers. Down her legs and up her thighs those seducing fingers traveled until finally, finally, they stroked and teased her slit.

“Oh, oh, yes.” Dreaming of this moment, she’d pleasured herself, used her own fingers on and in her pussy to stroke and delve, to arouse and excite, but never had those untutored efforts felt as full, as primal, or as exciting as this.

Unable to resist, her hips chased those teasing touches. Desperation for more, more, and still more began to build inside her.

“Baby, you’re so hot for us.” Jordan’s words brushed the underside of her breast.

Tracy whimpered as two hands took turns brushing over her pussy, teasing her clit. And then she moaned in pure bliss when she felt fingers probing gently at the opening to her vagina.

“So wet, too,” Jordan said. She felt him move on the bed, lever himself above her as he kissed a trail down her rib cage.

Peter continued to pet and tease her pussy, and Tracy could swear she felt her labia swell and moisture gather to coat her passage in preparation for what was to come.

Then Peter’s hand left her. Before she could complain about that, Jordan moved, hunkered down between her spread legs, and gave her slit and her clit a long, luscious lick.


Love Under Two Adventurers


Cody sat up straighter, rubbed his hands together, and nailed him with his patented smile. “Tell me about Rebecca.”

Greg didn’t know where to start. He explained that she was a cousin, but not really a cousin. That she was bratty, but not really bratty. And then, holy hell, the words just flowed. He talked about her bluebell eyes and her ability to see beauty in just about everything. He told him about her accomplishments as an artist, and his pride in her.

He talked about wanting her, and resisting her, until that one time, and he told him how he’d pretty much fucked everything up.

“You’re more screwed up than I am, pal,” Cody said. “But now I understand so much more than I did.”

“What? What do you understand?”

“Not what, but who. You.” Cody sighed. “I wish my body would bounce back, for God’s sake. I hate feeling weak and exhausted.”

“You have to be patient and cut yourself some slack.”

“I don’t feel like being patient.”

Greg felt something snap inside him. “You fucking damn near died from that infection because those bastards let you sit in one cold dank cell after another for six days with a Goddamn bullet in you. You just got out of the hospital three weeks ago, so you damn well better be patient!” Greg pulled in his exasperation as he stopped on the county road, right turn signal on, and edged toward the fencing. He inhaled deeply and exhaled the same way. Clearly, he hadn’t dealt with all of his anger yet.

“Ah, Greg? There’s no road here, babe. There’s just a fence.”

“Watch and be amazed.”

Greg pulled down his sun visor to reveal what appeared to be a garage-door opener. When he pressed a button, the gate that was barely discernible in the fence swung open. He navigated his Jeep carefully over a track that was seen as much in the memory as it was by his eyes with the aid of the Jeep’s headlights.

He took it easy as they drove over the somewhat bumpy and uneven pastureland. Greg could see the path, of course, and he could tell by the way Cody relaxed that he could see it, too. The clock on the dash read three twenty. He watched the odometer, and knew they weren’t more than fifteen minutes out.

He was grateful that the Town Trust inspected this path every month. He thought that might have been done very recently as it seemed to him as if the path was more worn than usual. Likely Robert would have seen to it once I called him to let him know I’d be coming. March typically wasn’t the time of year when family vied for time here at the cabin. Good thing, because he was looking forward to giving Cody and himself this break—for Cody to heal, and for him to figure out what the hell came next.

He pushed aside the whisper of thought that suggested holing up here had all the earmarks of “settling down.” They weren’t settling down, they were just taking an extended and very necessary time-out.

Memories from the last few weeks flashed through his mind. From the moment he’d heard that Cody and that dipshit reporter had been kidnapped just inside Syria until he’d gotten the call to wait on the Turkish side of the border crossing at Bab Al-Salameh for Cody’s return, Greg Benedict had lived in near-paralyzing fear. He’d barely slept, hadn’t eaten much, and prayed more than he had in all the years since losing Daniel.

“Fuck me. That is a cabin? It looks more like a freaking manor house.”

Greg returned to the present and grinned. He parked his Jeep near the front of the building, not far from the porch. He’d never brought anyone here before, but he guessed the word “cabin” really didn’t jive with the structure the families had built here.

“We’d call it a vacation lodge, but that sounds pretentious, and if there’s one thing Benedicts, Kendalls, and Jessops are not, it’s pretentious.”

“Does it have a pool?”

Greg thought of the en suite bathroom off the master bedroom. The spa tub might qualify as a pool. But he knew what Cody meant, so he said, “No, not yet.”

“I’m beat.” Cody looked over at him. “Let’s go inside. I want to fall face-first onto the first soft surface I find.”

Greg knew Cody hated to admit to any weakness. He must really feel like shit. It had been a long day of travel for them, beginning early in the morning—yesterday morning—from Ankara.

Since he also balked at having Greg do anything for him, he said, “Sounds like a plan. I’m beat, too. Let’s just grab our travel bags for now, and get the rest in the morning.”

They’d taken two steps toward the house when the door burst open. Light spilled out the house, silhouetting a woman. The sound of a gun being readied to fire shouted into the night, and a voice he heard in his dreams said, “Hold it right there.”

“Jesus, Becca. Give a man a heart attack, why don’t you!”


His brain had trouble responding because standing the way she was with the light behind her emphasized the fact that Rebecca Jessop was gloriously naked beneath her light robe.

That’s Rebecca?” Cody asked.

Greg gave the woman credit. She immediately disarmed the rifle and pointed the barrel toward the ground. The way she’d sometimes treated him these past several years, and all things considered, he thought she might rather just have shot him.

Then she tilted her head to one side. “You must be Cody.”

How the hell does she know that?

“Yes, ma’am. And thank you for lowering that gun. They make me kind of nervous, especially lately.” Then he looked at him, and Greg had the first sense, in a good long while, that maybe things might work out for him, after all. “Hey, there, lover? Can Rebecca count as the first soft surface?”




“You’re very responsive to us each, and to us both.” Greg kissed her cheeks, her forehead, and then leaned in and kissed Cody.

Lying as she was between them, with them kissing over her, she felt the heat of their hardened cocks pressing against her, felt the way those impressive organs flexed as the men’s lips locked with each other’s and their tongues mated.

The look in Greg’s eyes when he lifted his mouth from Cody’s made her heart melt. Joy, such absolute joy wreathed his face. She didn’t think she’d ever seen Greg look so happy.

“Lover, I like that look on you,” Cody said. “I like it a lot.”

“I had this dream once,” Greg said. He kissed her lips chastely then did the same to Cody. “Hell, I’ve always had this dream, because to me paradise always meant loving two people—but I didn’t know if I would be given the chance.”

“It wasn’t just the chance you doubted,” Cody said.

Rebecca counted this a rare moment, for in this place and at this exact time, the two men seemed to have reversed the roles she’d already grown accustomed to seeing them occupy.

They’re both of them wounded souls.

That realization was an “aha” moment for her. They both had healing left to do. Yes, Cody’s wounds were fresher, and in a way, more immediate. But Greg had suffered, too—and likely still was.

Her personal revelation continued on, in a direction she hadn’t expected. For wasn’t she a wounded soul, also? Hadn’t she lived without her heart’s desire, without the sense of completeness she knew her parents, aunts, and uncles had found? Hadn’t she feared that she would be forced to live her life, lonely and alone? Hadn’t she practically resigned herself to that fate?

“No, not just that.” Greg acknowledged his lover’s point, but said nothing more. What he did was move so that now he was on Cody’s left. The two men put their hands on her, arranged her on them so that she was mostly out of the water. She didn’t feel at all cold because the heat of their bodies warmed hers, and the searing passion in their eyes as they looked and touched heated her soul.

“You have such a pretty little pussy,” Greg said. “I thought so that first time, when you gave me your virginity. I didn’t expect to see it bare.” Greg ran his hand over her flesh. “But I like it.”

They each traced their fingers over her mound, then down, to stroke her labia and tease her clit. “Mmm, there’s…a new day spa in town.” She could barely form the words because they made her so damn horny. She pushed her cunt closer to their roving fingers, and the men both chuckled and continued to tease her unmercifully.

“A new day spa, is it? So you’ll be waxing on a regular basis?” Greg’s tone conveyed his interest even as he kept his eyes where his fingers played.

“Maybe.” Rebecca let her eyes drift shut as the amazing sensations washed over and through her. She licked her lips, and whimpered because their touch came close, so very close to where she needed it the most.

“What’s the matter, Blue Eyes? Need something?”

She opened her eyes and Cody gave her his teasing grin, but this time all she felt was frustration. Did he think she wouldn’t speak plainly? Oh, but she would. To get what she craved she would likely say anything, do anything. At the moment they held her down, spread open, her hands behind their backs, her legs held apart so that they could play at will. They both were out of reach of her hands and her mouth—unless she counted their shoulders. She just might possibly be able to lick—or bite—their shoulders.

So Rebecca returned his smile and prepared to drive them both crazy the only way she could at the moment—with words.

“Yes. I need something. I need a couple of things, actually. I need your cocks.” She felt a twinge on either side of her hip and mentally fist-pumped the air. “I need your hot, hard cocks fucking me. I need you to fuck my cunt and fuck my mouth. I need to taste your flesh. I want to drink your cum.”

“Vixen!” Greg reached around and pinched her left nipple, not too hard but hard enough she knew it was meant as a mild rebuke. “I seem to recall you like to call the shots and rush the play,” Greg said.

“You know, lover, we ought to tie her down and drive her crazy. Take her just to the very edge and then stop.” Cody used two fingers to stroke rapidly over her clit. Rebecca cried out as arousal surged, as she came close, so very close, to orgasm. “Over and over again,” he finished. He lifted his fingers from her cunt and Rebecca couldn’t hold back the sound of disappointment.

“Babe, you have a diabolical mind. I like that about you.” Greg turned Rebecca’s face toward him. “But we can do that another time. I want to watch her come, right now.”

Greg grinned. He slid his hand down her body, brushed over her mound and slid his fingers between her labia. Slowly, oh so slowly, he thrust two fingers into her cunt.

“Sounds like a plan. Allow me to do my part in this effort,” Cody said.

Rebecca thought they must have some sort of telepathic communication going between them because they moved, at once and together. She found herself splayed across Greg’s lap, his fingers in her cunt, while Cody slid off the bench, put himself between her legs, and lowered his mouth to her pussy.

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