Two Wild for Teacher: Lone Star Lovers, Book 6 Read online

  He gave her a quick, wicked smile, then did the thing she craved most—flexed his hips and ground the hard ridge right between her folds. “You’ve thought about it, haven’t you?” he whispered. “Even before today. As many times as you’ve caught us lookin’ at you, we’ve caught your stare.”

  She closed her mouth. To deny it would be ridiculous. He’d know she was lying. “If you’ll both close your eyes, and you’ll lift up, I could close my robe.”

  Blue eyes burned. “Molly…”

  It was the first time either of them had called her by her given name. And the sound of it, coming from his lips, was her undoing. Suddenly, she wasn’t teacher and he wasn’t student. They were a man and a woman, gazing into each other’s eyes, and she was beginning to melt beneath the heat of his very aroused body. “Jason…”

  He must have known her resolution was wilting. His smile was softer. More satisfied. “I never gave it much thought, how you always knew, from day one, which one I was. Says something, don’t you think?”

  She shook her head.

  “Says you’ve been aware of us. Thought about us. Know us.”

  “I don’t know anything.”

  “And that’s okay. Because we know a lot. We’ll make this easy for you.”

  “Easy? I have a reputation to protect.”

  “You think we want anyone lookin’ at you, decidin’ you’re a whore ’cause you chose us? We’ll keep this our secret. For a while. Long enough for you to decide whether you’re strong enough to call us your own.”

  Molly nearly wept. Eight years of denial, of subduing every natural instinct, crumbled beneath the weight of his body and steady stare. “I must be out of my mind.”

  “Makes three of us, sweetheart. Crazy in lust.”

  Not love, she noted, but then she knew something about the two of them. Knew their history, at least what she’d gleaned from Gracie Logan, who’d met often with the school counselor because both Mace and Jason couldn’t seem to keep out of trouble. Never anything really bad, just the sort of trouble two rambunctious young men inevitably found.

  They’d been the product of a broken home. Raised by an unmarried mother and a no-account dad until the mother had let life and a substance abuse problem kill her.

  No, neither young man would ever be easy about falling in love. That way led to pain, and they’d taken great care to let the world know they were only interested in short-term pleasure.

  Perhaps, therein lay the answer. For her. A chance to let loose. To explore a part of her life she’d let go fallow. She cleared her throat. “No one has to know?”

  His gaze bored into hers. “Not until you’re ready.”

  She’d never be ready for that. But a chance to have a little fun—without having to find the vibrator at the back of the closet…?

  “She’s thinkin’ about it, Mace,” Jason said without looking away from her.

  “You should let me up. The neighbors…”

  “Mace’ll be our lookout.”

  She licked her lips. “But it’s broad daylight.”

  His hips ground again, this time swaying side to side, opening her. “Better to see you, sweetheart.”

  “I’m…not much to look at,” she whispered.

  “Beg to differ. There’s plenty I’d love to see.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “A girl doesn’t like to be reminded she has a little too much padding.”

  “You’re perfect. Healthy.”

  “Good teeth too. Shall I show you?” she said, then grimaced to expose her pearly whites.

  “Come on,” he growled. “We’re already half naked.”

  Her nipples spiked, poking into his slick chest. Not something he could miss. “We’ll make noise.”

  “God, I hope so. But Mace’ll let us know if anyone comes home. Right, Mace?”

  Mace’s sigh was overloud.

  Strangely thrilled about the fact she and Jason would be observed, she smiled. She’d never done anything like this, never thought she’d be into it.

  But it was summertime, and the warmth of the wet ground at her back, of the hard body blanketing her, filled her with a lazy, languid heat. She could do this. She just hoped she didn’t make too much of a fool out of herself before she was done.

  She bent back her head as far as she could to see Mace, still leaning against the porch, hands in his front pockets, but a dark, searing stare all for her. Somehow, that look filled her with courage. She could be shameless. This once.

  Looking at Jason again, Molly drew in a deep breath and said, “All right, boys. Let’s do this.”

  Chapter Three

  Jason nearly groaned aloud, but then he wouldn’t sound like the man of the world she expected. She knew their reps, but didn’t understand that the women they’d had, other than Ellie, had been equal hell-raisers. Whatever nasty thing he and his brother had wanted to try, the women had been more than willing to go right along.

  With Molly, they had to tread lightly so as not to scare her off. He wanted this to be perfect for her. For him and his brother to steal her heart by not only overwhelming her one sexy act at a time, but by proving to her that the life she led now was an empty shell without them.

  A tall order for two men who didn’t know a thing about real love, except for what they’d seen between Sam and Gracie, and now Ellie and their two brothers. But Ellie had plenty of game, had taken them all on with hardly a flutter of fear.

  Molly’s large, solemn eyes, blinking behind her demure glasses, told him they’d need to have a little finesse. He sure as hell wished he’d read a romance novel or two for clues how to do that.

  “Might start by gettin’ her naked,” his brother said, a smile twisting his mouth.

  Most times Jason took for granted the connection he and his brother had, but today, he was all too aware. Both of them were committed to this. Despite the fact only one of them held her at the moment, this was a mutual seduction.

  “Can we not talk about this?” Molly said, a hitch in her voice.

  Apparently, she wanted no reminders that this dance they were ready to begin wasn’t a warm and cozy twosome. “Yeah, you’re right. Put a sock in it, Mace.”

  Jason rose up to straddle her hips—so swiftly, she gasped and cupped her hands over her breasts so that he only had a glimpse of pretty pink nipples before she hid them away.

  “No, no,” he said, cupping his hands over hers still clutching her breasts, but not moving them. He wanted her to make the choice. “No hidin’.”

  “But you’re dressed,” she said with a firm tilt of her head. “I’m at a disadvantage.”

  He grunted, amused by the annoyance evident in her straight mouth. “Want me naked first? Guess that’s fair. I’m gonna raise up slow-like, so if there’s somethin’ else you’re achin’ to cover…”

  Her eyes narrowed, but as soon as he began to rise, she whipped over the edges of her robe to cover herself.

  Standing in his socks, because he hadn’t wanted to ruin his boots in the mudhole, he scraped off the soggy stockings and then unbuckled, unzipped and pushed his pants and underwear off his hips, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on her face.

  Her cheeks were pink, her eyelids dipping as she scanned his mud-streaked belly and sex. Her hands tightened around the fabric she held, but there was a telltale shifting of her legs and hips, a deepening of the curve of her hips that indicated she liked what she saw and her body was ripening.

  When he stepped out of his jeans, he went to his knees beside her, aware his cock jutted from his groin and that her gaze kept dipping between his face and his manhood, so quickly he wondered if she was even aware.

  “Your turn,” he growled.

  “I don’t know…” She shook her head. “This is embarrassing.”

  He shook his head, then cupped his fingers and wiggled them. “Come here. Sit up.”

  She eased up slowly to sit, then scooted over the edge of the pit and onto the grass. He wondered if she was even aware t
hat her back was coated with mud.

  He glanced at Mace, just a quick look, but their connection ensured his brother’s cooperation.

  “What’s not fair is that Mace isn’t gettin’ to touch your pretty soft skin. I’m gonna turn you. Face you toward him. He’s not the one feelin’ you up, but we shouldn’t leave him out.”

  He grabbed her shoulders and urged her around. She was slow to move, but didn’t fight the suggestion. When she faced Mace, her legs drawn up to one side, Jason slid in behind her.

  With a single glance of warning to his brother to keep quiet, he slid his hands over her shoulders and down to her breasts. When he cupped them through the thin, silky fabric, her breath held. He squeezed gently, molding the firm, lush globes, felt the scrape of her aroused nipples and paused to give them a light tweak.

  She jerked against him, still tense and uneasy, but he wasn’t worried. Her back leaned against his chest, rubbing him like a kitten, so he continued the massage, liking the way her soft mounds filled his large hands.

  He bent toward her ear. “I used to sit in class, so hard I couldn’t think, waitin’ for you to bend over and let me see some cleavage.”

  She gave a soft, feminine grunt. “I know. It’s why I started wearing buttoned blouses. I couldn’t concentrate with you both ogling me.”

  His brother’s lips twitched, but he remained silent, his eyelids dipping as though gaining lazy pleasure from watching Jason mold and pleasure her breasts.

  Jason smoothed a hand between her breasts, to cover the one small fist holding her robe closed. “Time to let go of it, baby.”

  She mewled. “Not sure I can. He’ll see everything.”

  “He wants that. So much. There’s not anything you have to be embarrassed about.”

  “I need to lose a little weight.”

  He nuzzled into her hair. “You really don’t know, do you?”

  “What?” she asked, angling her head to let him kiss the tender spot behind her ear.

  “That we like your curves. Every one of ’em. When we see all that softness, it makes us hard.”

  “Really?”

  “God, yeah. Please let him see. Let me ride my hands over those sweet curves. I promise you’re beautiful. Perfect. For us.”

  “Sweet Jesus,” she whispered, then eased her hand from beneath his and let him part the sides of her robe to bare her flesh. She sat so stiff, he knew she waited for a comment, a gesture to reassure her.

  Mace gave her a rude affirmation, cupping the growing bulge at the front of his jeans and growling. “Damn, girl.”

  Molly gave a small, strangled laugh, and turned her head to hide her face against Jason’s shoulder. He let her hide. Let her feel safe cuddling closer while he glided down, rubbing her soft belly then sinking his fingers between her closed legs. Roughened fingertips touched the tops of her folds. Steamy moisture greeted him, and he bit back a moan of his own.

  Glancing over her shoulder to see what he touched, he frowned at the dirt smeared on the back of his hand. “Where’s that hose? We’re covered in dirt.”

  “Doesn’t matter,” she breathed.

  But it did, because neither he nor his brother wanted an impeded view of her sweet body or to leave a trace of their dirt on her skin.

  Mace stepped forward, snagged the hose from the ground and held it out to Jason who stood and let the water trail first down his body. He scooped it against his skin, enjoying the coolness, splashing his chest and letting it trickle down his belly to his cock.

  When he began to rub away the dirt, she turned on her knees to watch then reached out, tentatively. “You missed a spot,” she said, cupping water in her hands and using it to clean a smudge on his shaft before wrapping her fingers around him and rubbing up and down to remove it.

  Shock held him still. Pleasure kept him silent.

  “Turn around,” she said, her cheeks pink but determination glinting in her gaze. He handed her the hose, then turned away, waiting patiently as she sent the water washing down his shoulders, a hand following to smooth away the grime. Each graze of her hand became more sure until she cupped water against his buttocks and gave him a squeeze.

  When the water fell away, he glanced back to find her standing in front of Mace. “Your turn. Both you boys need a good washing up.”

  Mace’s smile was wide with delight. He stripped off his clothes, hopping from one leg to the other, his cock bouncing against his belly in his eagerness to comply.

  Molly surprised them both, taking charge, telling Mace to turn this way and that, to lift your arms, then boldly handling his cock as she cleaned him.

  When she was done, she gave them both a look, warning in her narrowed lids to keep back, and then turned the hose on herself.

  Both men watched, entranced, as water spilled against her pale, smooth skin, and she used her free hand to touch herself and rub every bit of dirt away. It was like every teenaged fantasy he’d had of her coming to life as her small, soft hands scooped water against her skin.

  But he wasn’t a teenager anymore. And this was oh so real. When her hand slid between her legs, Jason’s body clenched, fists balling. It was that or stride toward her and lift her up to put his aching cock inside her.

  Molly lay down the hose, walked to the spigot and turned it off. Then she slowly turned to face them both, her gaze raking one then the other, her cheeks as rosy as her chest, her pink nipples reddened and distended, her thighs pressing together as though trying to contain her own lust.

  Jason lifted his chin to Mace, ceding control because he was feeling savage, and watched as his brother strode toward her, his hand reaching out, palm up. “Miz Pritchet, let’s take this inside.”

  Mace’s hand shook just a little as it closed around her chilled fingers. He couldn’t believe he was here. That she’d touched him willingly. His body still burned everywhere she’d laid her hand. His cock felt ready to burst after the way she’d calmly, methodically, stroked away the dirt.

  It had felt almost like a baptism. All sins washed away. He felt lighter of heart and intent. Happy in way that he hadn’t been in a long time.

  Molly Pritchet had always been a goddess on a pedestal. A sweet-faced woman with sharp eyes and a sharp tongue. He’d felt the sting often enough, he’d known she didn’t think of him as more than an ornery boy, and yet moments ago, she’d handled him like she might a man she admired.

  Something inside him melted. He wanted to be worthy. Standing naked as a jaybird beside her, he wanted her to never question her decision, to never regret she was about to lie down with him.

  Unable to resist, he tugged her close and folded her against his chest. Their first intimate touch was a hug. Skin to skin. Heartbeats mating, matching rhythms, slowing to a steady, heavy thrum. “Ma’am, I’d really like to lay you down in that pretty bed of yours,” he said softly.

  With droplets of water shining like diamonds on her skin, she leaned back her head to smile up at him. “I have no objections, sir.”

  Her eyes blinked dreamily at him, and his chest expanded. He tugged her hand again and pulled her toward the glass doors. Once inside, with the AC prickling their damp skin, he headed straight for the staircase, halting at the bottom step because she’d lagged, her head turning to Jason.

  “You’re going to watch my ass all the way up those steps, aren’t you?”

  Jason grinned. “Sure am.”

  Molly’s brows furrowed.

  Mace grunted, bent quickly, and swept her into his arms. Problem solved.

  Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “You aren’t going to carry me up. Your back!”

  “Don’t you worry about either of our backs. We’re strong, Molly. We can handle you.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “I’m not sayin’ we have to be strong, just that you don’t have to worry. You feel just right,” he said, giving her a bounce to prove to her she was safe in his arms.

  She relaxed, sighing. “I’ve never been carried by a man.”
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br />   “There’s gonna be lots of firsts, sugar. Just you wait.”

  The trip up the stairs took seconds and didn’t strain his body a bit. He carried her to her bedroom and set her on her feet beside the bed with its pretty red covers. Reaching out a hand, he pulled away the comforter, tossing it to the floor at the end. “Sorry, we don’t want to mess that up.”

  He lifted both hands toward her face. Molly pulled back. “Let me set these aside,” he said, gently easing her glasses down her nose, then setting them on the bedside table.

  Her blush was strawberry red, and he smiled then made a gesture toward the mattress. “You first.” He waited while she backed onto the mattress and swung her legs over the side. “All the way to the middle. Have to make room for us both.”

  Her head shook, like she was arguing with herself, but she scooted deeper, toward the center, then lay down, her head resting on a pillow, an arm folded over her middle as she stared, her green eyes wide and showing her uncertainty.

  “We’ve loved lots of women, Molly. Gave ’em pleasure. We know how to do this. Don’t you worry.”

  “I don’t really want to hear about all your other women.”

  “Don’t be jealous. We were just practicin’ for you.”

  She scoffed. “Sure you were.”

  “It’s true. Didn’t know it until just now.” He knelt on the edge of the mattress then lay down beside her, turning her toward him before moving closer to snuggle his body against hers. “Any time you get scared—”

  She glared. “I’ve had sex before.”

  “How long ago?”

  Her lips tightened. “I don’t see how that’s your concern.”

  “We’re gonna be your concern. From this day on. No lies between us. How long?”

  Moisture filled her eyes, but she blinked it away. “Not since college. Since before I came to this town.”

  He gave her a nod. “I’m glad. But that means we’ll need to have some care.” He glanced up at Jason who had made his way around the bed, and who was slowly easing onto the mattress behind her. His brother’s gaze locked with his. They shared a silent message. They’d be gentle. Not spook her. Not go crazy on her just because they finally had her in a bed and at their mercy.