Love Under Two Benedicts(22)
They seemed to understand how their words had affected her, too, because they’d traded a look she couldn’t completely read.
She cleared her throat. “Is that right? So, would that be like a round-robin sort of activity?”
“Certainly not. Any Texan will tell you only women can be smart asses and earn spankings. The similar quality in a man is merely referred to as wit.”
“There sure are a lot of rules in Texas,” Kelsey said. She’d aimed for a light, breezy tone, but it emerged more of a breathless one.
“That’s because Texan men pride themselves on their attention to detail,” Steven said without looking up from the stove.
“We do, indeed,” Matthew agreed. “And one such little detail demands that we ask you which you prefer, honey or chocolate?”
“Honey or chocolate what?”
“Sauce. Your being a chef opens up a world of gourmand possibilities for us. So, which would you prefer to have us lick off every inch of your body? Honey or chocolate?”
“What, no strawberry?” Oh my God, I don’t believe I just said that. Kelsey’s heart pounded in her chest in response to the expression on the brothers’ faces.
“We thought we’d save the strawberries for our own unique version of bobbing for apples,” Steven said.
“Mmm, I can nearly taste how sweet those berries are going to be as I tongue them out of your pussy,” Matthew said.
Kelsey forgot how to breathe. The picture these men painted acted like tinder on her already smoldering libido. She picked up her glass of wine, downing the contents in one toss, not even taking a moment to enjoy the tang of the grape on her tongue. Her mind threw her incendiary images of her and these two rogues enacting every single scenario they’d mentioned.
Her appetite for food diminished in direct proportion to the increase in her hunger for them.
They exchanged a look, these brothers who seemed bent on driving her out of her mind. Then Matthew unplugged the rice steamer and Steven turned off the stove.
“Sandwiches, later,” Matthew said. He reached out to her, his fingers working quickly to unfasten the buttons of her blouse. Steven moved behind her, pressing himself against her from behind. She could just feel the imprint of his cock against the small of her back, and she wondered at the speed with which they had all gone from the mundane to the sensual.
Kelsey had no more time to think. The moment the last button of her blouse came open, Steven whipped it off her while Matthew reached around behind her and opened her bra. Then he lifted her, and she felt Steven unbutton and unzip her skirt. It and her panties joined the rest of her clothing in a heap on the floor.
Her bare bottom hit the cold granite of the kitchen island. Matthew spread her legs as Steven eased her down so she lay stretched out before them, an offering at waist height.
Steven’s mouth covered hers, his tongue hot and determined to taste all of her at once. One hand held her two wrists together, arms above her head. The other cupped her breast, tweaking and pulling at her nipple.
She became so lost in Steven’s kiss, the sound of cupboards being opened and closed nearly didn’t register. Then she felt the heat of Matthew’s body standing between her legs once more.
His thumb stroked the bare skin above her clit just a split second before she felt something warm, wet, and thick land there.
Steven broke their kiss and shifted his gaze to watch his brother.
“I thought we’d start by making this a real honey pot,” Matthew said.
Kelsey arched, whimpering with need as Matthew began to lick the sweet nectar from her flesh.
Chapter 8
Wesley Connors felt certain not even his bride would recognize him.
If Cora Lynn were sitting in this second-rate eatery in this Podunk little town, she wouldn’t know it was her own husband who’d just walked in the door.
He’d been careful with his disguise, especially careful because, well, after this little problem had been resolved, his face would be splashed all over television screens and newspapers throughout the great state of Texas. He’d be easily recognizable then, so he needed to be extra careful now.
He’d gone to a costume supplier out of town and purchased body padding, and he’d worn a blond, long-haired wig, a mustache, and glasses when he’d done so. He’d paid cash for everything he’d bought.
Tonight, he’d donned that padding, the larger clothing he’d picked up to go with it, another wig, different glasses and a beard. Driving in the get-up had been a pain in the ass, but he felt confident as he sat down in Lusty Appetites that if anyone remembered him, they would only recall the disguise he wore.
Wesley’s stomach growled in response to the aroma of food that permeated the air. He was here tonight on a reconnaissance mission, so his best course of action would be to order a meal.