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

  Jason tucked a finger under her jaw to turn her face so he could see her expression. All her uncertainty, her confusion shone in her glossy green eyes, only magnified by the lenses. “We had a plan. A good one. We’d have wooed you slowly. Made ourselves indispensible in your life. But you surprised us. Baby, you’re ready for us. Ready to be ours. Now, if you want time to think, to be sure, we’ll back off. But why waste time? We’re here. We’re sure. You don’t have to wait to make that family you need. You have one. Ours.”

  “Might need to give that girl some room to breathe,” Sam called from the porch.

  All three turned startled glances his way. Jason had forgotten he was there.

  Molly jerked as though she expected him and Mace to move away, but they stood firm, waiting as their father rose from the top step and dusted off his jeans before ambling toward them.

  His expression was neutral, but his smoky gray eyes were alert, searching when he looked down into Molly’s eyes. “Ma’am, these boys may have gone about this all wrong, but they have good hearts. They won’t ever cheat. They won’t ever raise their hands or voices to a woman—’cept when they’re bein’ ornery. They told me they’d found themselves a wife. If you’re wonderin’ whether you’ll find acceptance, you might not find all folks happy about your arrangement, but you won’t have any trouble here.” Sam glanced at both of his sons, gave them a grave nod, then walked away. Whistling.

  Mace’s eyes wrinkled at the corners with silent laughter. “Think maybe we should take this discussion inside?”

  Jason remembered the last time the two of them had brought a woman home. Ellie Harker had been livid, a writhing bundle they’d hoisted between the two of them before they’d decided they’d have to tie her to a chair while they talked sense to her.

  Mace’s eyebrow arched. “Look how that turned out.”

  Jason grinned over Molly’s head, turned her with a quick twist of his hands on her shoulders and bent to pick her up. With the woman they both loved folded over his shoulder and just beginning to wiggle, he bounded up the porch stairs.

  Mace followed close on Jason’s heels, eager for the coming confrontation. Molly still had doubts, not about whether she wanted them, but about whether she was doing the right thing. Not that he blamed her a bit. Some folks weren’t too kind about the alternate living arrangements that seemed to be popping up all around the county. Ellie had had her share of snide remarks and he knew she smarted over the intolerance.

  Speaking of which, Ellie poked her head out of the kitchen just as Jason slammed through the front door. Her mouth dropped open then clamped closed, but not before he saw the twinkle in her eyes as she ducked back inside.

  Yep, she’d have a sister-in-law in no time to commiserate over all the stubborn men who lived in the house. Her complaints about the place stinking up with testosterone would quiet as she and Molly got to know each other and shared the burdens of being ranch wives.

  Molly’s concerns over whether she’d be allowed to teach didn’t amount to a hill of beans. He and Jason would have to fill her belly quick to make sure she never stepped foot in a classroom again, unless she decided to home school all the kids the Logan boys were going to make.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” Molly grumbled loudly as Jason turned down the hallway toward his bedroom.

  “Don’t know why you always ask that?” Mace said cheerfully. “You know the damn answer. We’re gonna get you nekkid, get you between us, and remind you that you matter.”

  “I don’t have to be nekkid to be reminded. All you have to do is tell me.”

  “Wouldn’t be near as much fun, sweetheart.”

  Jason chuckled, opened his bedroom door and carried her to the bed, where he flung her down in the center then crawled over her squirming body until she grew still.

  “That’s effective,” Mace said, making a mental note that all future arguments should end just like that. He reached to grab the glasses Jason swiped from her face.

  Jason rose up to straddle her waist and rucked up her T-shirt, forcing her arms over her head to remove it. Then he went to work on the front clasp of her bra.

  Her hands covered her tits the moment he had them freed. “I haven’t finished talking,” she muttered.

  “Doesn’t matter if you keep yappin’, woman. Won’t change a damn thing.”

  “I’m still angry. We shouldn’t do this when we’re angry.”

  Jason scooted down her body, fingers slipping into her waistband to pull down her pants. “Who says? Seems the perfect time to let you work out a bit of that aggression.”

  “But I’ll never win an argument!”

  Both men laughed.

  Mace folded her glasses and placed them carefully on the table. Then he sat on the side of the mattress and chucked off his boots as Jason finished stripping her nude and tossing away her clothing. “Fact is, you’ll win every damn time,” he said, smiling. “If you’re smart. All you have to do is put your hands on our privates—”

  Her eyes bugged. “Mace!”

  Jason turned his head. “Love the way she says that. Used to get me hard when she said my name like that and tapped the side of my desk to get me to look at my tests.”

  “I loved it when she’d erase the whiteboard. Her butt would get to jiggling…”

  “Boys!”

  “We’re not boys!” both men said, humor draining from their faces.

  Chapter Five

  Mace ripped his shirt over his head, opened his belt and shoved down his pants. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he jiggled it. “Maybe we should make sure she doesn’t forget again, Jason.”

  Jason gave a waggle of his eyebrows. “Seems you’re farther along than I am. How about you keep her busy while I finish strippin’.” He rolled off Molly.

  Molly pushed up, legs nearly clearing the side of the bed, but Mace pressed his hand against the center of her chest and forced her to lie back. Then he thrust his arms beneath her knees, pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, and leaned over her. With a single nudge, his cock found her center.

  Her mouth opened on a sharp, indrawn breath.

  “Say you don’t want it and I’ll stop,” he said, knowing by the instant glazing of her eyes, she couldn’t refuse.

  “This is crazy. What the hell’s your father going to think?”

  “That we took our goddamn sweet time. He met and married his wife inside a weekend.”

  “But I can’t marry you both.”

  “That what’s got you worried? That we’d make you choose?”

  “That’s just one thing that’s problematic about this…relationship.”

  “Problematic?” Mace shook his head. “Don’t know how you can even think big words when I’m about to come inside you. My brain’s about to shut down.”

  A dark brow arched. “It’s the difference between boys and girls.”

  “Molly, Molly…” he replied silkily. “There’s a helluva lot more differences. Want me to show you one?”

  Her mouth thinned into a crimped, straight line, then stretched slowly as the grin she fought won the battle. A peal of laughter followed. “I don’t know how you do that,” she said. “Make me smile when I should be screaming down the house.”

  “You’ll have to wait for that part, sweetheart,” Jason said as he joined them on the bed. He lay on his side, nude, his head supported on an elbow as he gave Mace the signal to begin.

  With the amount of moisture slicking the head of his dick, Mace didn’t worry whether she was ready. He flexed, impaling her with a single, forceful thrust.

  Her back arched. Her hand reached over her head.

  Jason grabbed it and held it tightly inside his as Mace began to move, hammering her pussy.

  Her body writhed, legs straining in his grasp, straightening, widening to allow him closer, deeper. Mace gave her what she wanted, quickening the motions of his hips while he watched her movements and her expression grow more frantic the closer she came to explodi
ng.

  “Finish it,” Jason said, his gaze glued to Molly.

  Mace gave silent thanks that, this one time, he didn’t have to consider his brother. He knew there’d be plenty other times when he’d get some one-on-one, and when Jason would whisk her away for his own pleasure too. Right now, he could barely think for the pressure building in his thighs and balls. Sweat rolled off his face and chest. He gave in to the rapture, powering harder, deeper. Then just when the pressure grew painful, so tight inside his balls and chest he thought he’d explode, he came.

  Come splashed inside her, hot, scalding, easing his pistoning thrusts as they gradually slowed. When he finished, he opened his eyes.

  Jason kissed the back of the hand he held. Molly’s free hand cupped one of her breasts, something she probably didn’t even realize. The gesture caused an ache inside his chest. She’d felt the need to comfort herself.

  “Was it too much?” he asked gruffly.

  Her eyelids drifted open. Green eyes glittered. “You overwhelm me. You both do. I lose any sense of self.”

  “Is that a bad thing?”

  One corner of her mouth rose in a tired smile. “Oh, hell no.”

  He pulled free, set down her legs and turned her with gentle shoves until she lay lengthwise on the bed between both brothers. “No more talk about this not workin’. About what’s not right. You know, don’t you? That we’re serious. That this is real.”

  Molly rubbed a hand across his chest, not meeting his gaze. “Give me a little time to get used to the idea of it. Please.”

  He tightened his jaw, but nodded. “Do you want to go home?”

  She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, then peeked up from beneath the fringe of her dark lashes. “My pond’s here.”

  His heart beat faster.

  “And I can’t really get to know you unless I’m here, can I?”

  He gave her a soft smile then leaned in to kiss her. “Wouldn’t make a lick o’ sense, a long-distance courtship like that.” Never mind town was just minutes away. He liked the way the conversation was going.

  Jason gave him a nod, telling him he’d done well. Then he snaked an arm around her middle and nuzzled her shoulder. “You too tired to help a cowboy out?”

  She angled her head toward Jason. “Since it appears I’m responsible for your condition, I suppose it’s only fair I lend a hand.”

  “Or a mouth?” Jason asked hopefully.

  Hers opened. Then she bit her lower lip and sucked it between her teeth. “I’ll see what I can do,” she whispered.

  Molly had never given a man a blow job. But she didn’t worry about whether she was doing it right. Whenever her touch wasn’t firm enough, Jason wrapped his hand around hers and squeezed to show her how he liked it. When she’d been worried about whether to suck or if her teeth would scrape, Jason had pulled her hair, showing her which touch and how much suction and scrape he wanted.

  Mace had given her a pillow to kneel on, and had sat in the armchair beside the bed, watching and offering his advice—although he’d fallen silent in the last few minutes. Likely because his cock was hardening again.

  Worries and insecurities forgotten, Molly relaxed. She followed an instinct she’d never tapped into, let her inner wild child out to play. Both small hands encircled Jason’s thick staff, stroking up and down. She bobbed to meet each upward pull, sinking deeper and deeper as she gained confidence she wouldn’t gag.

  There was surprising pleasure to be had in giving such an intimate service to her man.

  She pulled off, licking her lips and staring at the thick, blunt crown, so soft, and yet so powerful. Ejaculate sat like a precious pearl atop the slender eyelet slit. She licked it, liked the musky, salty flavor of it, then proceeded to lick him like an ice cream cone.

  His cock was a glorious instrument of pleasure, as strong and vulnerable as the man himself. Cupping his balls in one hand, she ran her tongue up one side of his thick stalk and down the other, humming with excitement.

  “Dayum,” Mace muttered from the chair.

  Her glance cut to the side to find him stroking his own cock with his large hand.

  She pulled back. “Uh-uh. None of that, now.”

  He grunted and let his hand fall away. Sitting back with his cock standing straight out from his groin, he should have looked lewd, but instead, she didn’t think he’d ever been more beautiful.

  “You have two hands,” he growled.

  “I do,” she said, pausing before another up-and-down lick. “But I can reach only so far.”

  When her gaze rose to meet Jason’s narrow-eyed stare, she sank deep on his cock, sucking hard as she rose again. She came off him and smiled. “Guess I shouldn’t talk with my mouth full.”

  His lips quirked. “Mace, get your ass over here.”

  Molly went down and up again, watching from the corner of her eye as Mace approached, then sidled up beside Jason.

  With barely a pause, she let go of Jason, scooted herself and her pillow between them, then gripped both cocks and pulled until both men angled their bodies so she could move easily from one to the other.

  Then she stroked Jason’s wet cock with one hand while she leaned toward Mace and took his sex into her mouth. The same fat, blunt head glided over her tongue and to the back of her throat, but when she tried to pull back, he caught her ears and pinched the lobes. “Swallow when I bump your throat.”

  She didn’t know if it was possible, but sank again, letting him butt the back of her throat. She took a tentative swallow and found she enjoyed the feel of her throat pushing against him as it closed, then opening again. From his groan and the curl of his fingers, she knew she’d done it just right.

  Molly moved back to Jason, gripped Mace’s cock and pleasured them both until her jaws grew tired and her hand ached.

  Their musky scents surrounded her, similar, but she thought she might be able to tell the difference between them even in the dark. Mace’s was a touch lighter, fresher—like warm breezes on a summer day. Jason’s held a masculine mixture of sage and sawdust.

  With all that masculine strength in her mouth and her hands, her mind wandered, imagining many more magical days and nights spent exploring their bodies.

  She liked the way they felt, liked the heat emanating from their bodies, the way their thighs tensed, hard as steel, and yet quivered the longer she played.

  Both men rocked on the balls of their feet. Both men watched, cheeks flushed, stares so intense they made her shiver. But she was done. Her pussy was swollen, so juicy she could feel it wet the ball of her heel, which she’d been sitting on to try to alleviate a little of the ache that had grown exponentially as time passed.

  Maybe something of her dilemma showed on her face, because Mace crimped her ear and drew her back. “Sweetheart, let go.”

  She pulled away, wiggling on her heel and waited.

  “Havin’ a little trouble there?” Mace asked, gaze dropping to where she squirmed.

  She nodded quickly, heat flushing her cheeks.

  “There’s a way we can all find our pleasure. All at the same time.”

  “Tell me,” she blurted, eager to ease her own discomfort.

  Mace crooked a finger and walked backward toward the bed, a wicked smile stretching his mouth.

  Jason snagged her hand and pulled her up. Molly’s heart raced as they followed Mace. He lay on the bed, feet against the headboard, then bent his knees and moved up so that he lay over the top three quarters of the mattress.

  Gripping his cock, he held it perpendicular to his washboard belly and gave her a challenging glare. “Climb over me and put your mouth here.”

  With Jason’s help, she climbed over Mace, her breasts brushing his face. When her mouth hovered over his cock, he pulled her by her hair, taking her the rest of the way down.

  “Let Jason position you,” Mace said, his voice muffled.

  The end of the bed dipped behind her, hands settled on her ass. Jason nudged apart her knees a
nd pushed her down until her pussy rested on Mace’s mouth.

  The first dart of his tongue against her sensitive folds caused her to jerk, then to quiver, because his lips latched on to her clit and pulled.

  Sparks ignited; her clit swelled as he suctioned against the tiny nub.

  The strong hands on her rump began to massage her, manipulating her buttocks together then apart, up then down.

  Molly opened her mouth and sank onto Mace’s cock, eager to give him the same extraordinary pleasure, but also needing to muffle the sounds she made. She mewled and whimpered, gasped and moaned.

  Fingers slid into her pussy. Two, she guessed, thick, clever. They touched the spot inside her, the one she’d read about but never believed existed. They swirled and swirled while Mace’s head circled beneath her and his mouth gathered her folds and sucked them whole.

  The fingers withdrew. Mace’s mouth fell away. She sank deeper, laving the sides of his cock with her tongue, desperate to please and to be pleasured again. When firm hands lifted her bottom and the solid, substantial column of Jason’s cock drove inside her, she gave a squeal and shuddered, sure she’d faint from the powerful swells of hot pleasure washing over her skin. Her vagina clamped around him, faint ripples feathering along her inner walls, clasping, releasing, tightening harder as his strokes quickened and grew in strength.

  With her hands fisting in the bedding, and Mace’s hands bracing her hips above him, Jason’s hard thrusts shook the bed, slapping her buttocks and thighs, churning in the liquid spilling from inside her, which Mace leaned up to lick from the top of her folds.

  The glance of his tongue against her distended clit pushed her past the precipice. Her back arched, ass held high; her body grew rigid, then liquid, and swayed with the push and pull of Jason’s hips.

  Her mouth sank deeper, swallowing Mace down, urgently sucking, drawing comfort and at last his seed, which she swallowed without hesitation, each loud gulp accompanied by his own pained groans.

  Jason’s fingers dug into her ass, and he gave a shout that echoed against the walls. Come filled her. His cock continued moving, pushing fluid out in sticky streams down her inner thighs.