One Thanksgiving in Lusty, Texas (MFM)

The Lusty, Texas Collection 37

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Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 57,626
11 Ratings (4.9)

[Siren Menage Everlasting: Cowboys Historical Menage a Trois Romance, MFM, HEA]

Pamela knows time’s running out. Too soon, Drs. Adam and James Jessop will be leaving Maryland to return to Lusty, Texas. She’s drawn to both but won’t choose between them. She can’t see a happy ending here.
Adam and James Jessop nearly let this chance slip through their fingers. Then they learn Pamela’s father needs help—and they use helping him to their advantage.
Pamela agrees to marry them and return to Texas with them, grateful she no longer has to worry about her father. But the men don’t quite understand how their actions are interpreted by their family.
Soon, Adam and James are trying to figure out how to correct their blunders, while their grandmothers, Chelsea Benedict Jessop-Kendall and Madeline Kennedy Benedict, have another mission in mind—finding the grifters who swindled Pamela’s father.
Everyone agrees that Adam and James are clueless. But no one expected the turn the women’s mission takes when love strikes the most unlikely subjects.
Cara Covington is a Siren-exclusive author.
One Thanksgiving in Lusty, Texas (MFM)
11 Ratings (4.9)

One Thanksgiving in Lusty, Texas (MFM)

The Lusty, Texas Collection 37

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 57,626
11 Ratings (4.9)
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Poor, poor doctors with brains too full of book knowledge, I can't imagine many of the doctors I know admitting to making a mistake, but full props to the two in this story for coming around and acknowledging their mistakes with the love of their life. The one twist I didn't see coming in this story was the ending of the story of the scammers. It was fabulous don't get me wrong, just unexpected (yes, it may seem out of context, though if you read the story it will all become clear *wink*). Love this story and all the other the books I've read by Cara Covington, Morgan Ashbury! She's a must read author for me

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“Let me get this straight. You bribed the woman to marry you?”

Adam blinked and looked from his father Warren, whose incredulous sounding question still hung in the air, to his father Douglas, who wore outrage very well. Then he sent a pleading look to James.

“We don’t think it was like that at all,” James said.

“Well, obviously you don’t,” Douglas Jessop said. “The question is, does our poor Pamela agree with your assessment?”

“And the very next question we have to ask is,” Warren said, “does your mother know about this?”

“Or your grandmother?” Jeremy Kendall asked that one, and Adam began to get a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

I’ll explain, and then they’ll understand. “Well, we couldn’t very well let Pamela worry about her father,” Adam said. “Our woman was practically frantic. It was our job to ease her worry, wasn’t it? And we knew that as long as Reg Franklin was in jeopardy, she would never agree to leave her father, and…oh. Oh, shit.”

Adam knew he was wearing a shocked expression as he saw how the fathers and grandfathers had come to the conclusion that he and James had bribed their wife. He looked at his brother. James appeared just as shocked as he felt. Adam sank into the wooden kitchen chair that his grandfather Dalton, showing great timing, pushed under him.

“I do believe the lads have had their eyes opened.” Grandfather Dalton always did have a way of delivering the most revelatory statement in a droll manner.

“That wasn’t what we meant at all,” Adam said. “It never occurred to us that anyone would interpret our actions as bribery.”

“It absolutely was not,” James said. “We’d have made that investment in the Franklin farm, regardless.”

We know that,” Warren said.

“But then, we’re men.” Douglas nodded. “It’s the Lord’s own truth that men and women are as different as night and day. Equal, of course, but different. We men don’t always see things the way our women do.”

“And you can take it from me, our women certainly don’t see things the way we men do.” Grandfather Jeremy nodded. “Boys, it appears that you’ve got your work cut out for you.”

“This won’t be a problem. As soon as we get home tonight, we’ll tell Pamela that we’ve had our eyes opened by our fathers and grandfathers and confess that we’d never even looked at the situation that way.”

“And we’ll tell her that we would have invested in her father’s farm whether she’d agreed to marry us, or not,” James said.

Adam nodded and looked to his fathers and grandfathers, expecting to see smiling approval on their faces.

“Why do y’all look so horrified?” James asked.

Grandfather Jeremy turned to Warren. “Is this how you raised them? Did we do such a piss-poor job of explaining the facts of life to you?”

“No, sir,” Warren answered. “I think there’s a disconnect between their brains and their mouths. It’s likely the result of too much medical knowledge being crammed into so small a place as their brains have available for that purpose. Some men can’t handle the volume of learning and still function. Saw it in med school many times myself. Never once dreamed my own sons would be affected that way.”




The scent of sex, the rasp of heavy breathing, and the wonderful weight of her lover resting on her and in her caressed every feminine sense, physical and emotional, that Pamela possessed.

“My God.” Adam lifted his head. The look in his eyes astounded her. Tears glistened, and the kiss he laid on her lips felt reverent. “That was the most erotic, the most moving…I truly don’t have words, baby. Thank you.” He took his weight off her and then eased himself out of her and off the bed.

Beside her, James moved in close and gently stroked her cheek. She tore her attention from where Adam had just disappeared into the bathroom and met James’s gaze.

“Are you sore?” he asked.

Pamela felt her cheeks get warm. “Not sore, exactly. I feel stretched. Actually, it’s a very nice sensation.”

“She was very tight, James,” Adam said from the bathroom.

In that moment, despite all that had just occurred in this bed, Pamela felt embarrassed and maybe even a little pissed.

Beside her, James chuckled. “We did warn you we aren’t smooth talkers.” He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Please be patient with us. Adam wasn’t complaining. He was marveling—and warning me to be careful of you.”

“I’m the soul of patience,” Pamela said. “But I want you.”

“I was thinking to maybe let you rest. There’ll be lots of time tomorrow for us to make love, sweetheart.”

It was only understanding that James’s words were an expression of his need to care for her, and not a sense of wanting to avoid intimacy, that gave Pamela the nerve to act.

She really wanted James, and it had to be now. Now while the sensation of Adam’s cock was still fresh in her muscles and her memory.

And so she moved and rolled and came down on top of James. She straddled him, and then she took advantage of him shamelessly. She rubbed her cunt over his hot and hard cock. She felt him pulse, and knew he was, as they’d said earlier, really triggered.

Adam emerged from the bathroom and wasted no time. He crawled up the bed until he’d reached the pillows to lay beside them. Pamela spared him a glance. “To respond to your comment about protection, I’m on the pill. I’ve been on it for about eight months, a move my doctor assured me would even out my periods, which it has.”

Then she bent over and placed a sweet kiss on James. “As for my resting? I can’t explain it, but I feel as if…well, as if I haven’t done things right if I don’t have you inside my body tonight, too, James.”

A look passed between the brothers. Then James reached up and caressed the side of her face. “We both understand that, sweetheart. I’m glad you’re on top. You control our dance, this time, Pamela. Just don’t let me hurt you, sweetheart. That would devastate me.”

They say they’re not smooth talkers, but they express themselves just fine when they’re not thinking about it.

Pamela laid one hand on James’s chest and lifted herself just enough to reach down and grasp his cock. She’d never made love in this position, but instincts, she learned there and then, were amazing things.

She brushed the opening of her pussy with his cock and then slid down, taking him deep. That sense of being stretched shuddered through her. There was a subtle difference between having a sheathed cock and a naked one inside her. She closed her eyes and threw back her head to better absorb the beauty of this moment.

“You look like a goddess,” James whispered. He reached up and cupped her breasts, and Pamela shivered as that touch, as the heat of his palms and the sneaky way he caught her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers shot her arousal almost impossibly high.

She didn’t know much, but she thought that two stupendous orgasms in one fairly short period might be rare. She opened her eyes and looked down at James. His enraptured gaze met hers as he helped her ride him.

“You feel so good inside me. You both do. I don’t know…I can’t…” Speech became impossible as those electric, sizzling sensations began to swirl and snap within her once more. They expanded, touching every nerve ending, every inch of her. Her flesh pebbled even as her heart pounded, and she labored for breath.

James removed his right hand from her, brought his finger and thumb to his mouth, and sucked on them. Then, holding her gaze, he reached down with those wet fingers and found, and then pinched, her clit.

“James!” Pamela screamed his name, as once more rapture set her ablaze. Every sense, every thought simply shattered as wave after wave of passion battered her, pounding into her with such orgasmic fervor she was breathless.

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