to Lusty, and put his hands on his woman.
* * * *
She felt the tension in her men all during the drive from the restaurant to home. Sitting between them on the bench seat of Chase's pickup felt like sitting between two slabs of granite. Carrie smiled. Well, two slabs of granite that radiated heat and a combined aroma that made her mouth water and her juices flow.
"Julian is heading over to Peter's for the afternoon and evening."
Chase's words might have sounded like a non sequitur to anyone else. But to Carrie they sounded like a warning and a promise all rolled into one.
"Is that a fact?" She slid Chase a sly glance and licked her suddenly dry lips.
"That is a fact, darlin'." Brian nodded. Then he turned his head and looked at her.
She met his gaze and her nipples hardened into tight little points. He nodded again, looked down at her chest, and then met her gaze once more.
"We didn't want you to feel like you needed to muffle your cries," Chase said. "The first time we fuck your ass."
"And we didn't want to feel restricted in where we took you, either. Not today." Brian let his gaze roam her body. "We're gonna nail you as soon as we you get inside that house. Guaran-damn-tee it."
Carrie understood these two cowboys. The need to nurture and protect was in their blood. Faced with a situation they couldn't handle all on their own, that need had become a fever in them both, demanding immediate relief.
Oh yes, she understood them completely and loved them absolutely. Their care of her was what had melted her heart in the first place. How could she not return it full measure? They took such joy in giving her everything she needed.
High time, she thought, that she returned that favor. "Why wait?" Carrie figured she should get them as fired up as they'd just gotten her. She'd never been so hot, so horny. Their words always inflamed her, but this time they positively ignited her arousal. If they'd sucked her and fingered her for a half hour, she wouldn't have been this high or this ready to combust.
"Was that a dare, sugar?" Chase's tone sounded conversational, but she knew better. He put the truck's turn signal on, and then drove the vehicle into the ranch's driveway. He navigated the gravel lane carefully, as if he had all the time in the world.
"Maybe." She leaned back and stretched, pushing her chest out. Then she gave her hips a seductive little roll. "Then again, maybe not." She shrugged and splayed her hand on her bare knee, then trailed it up her thigh, raising her skirt as she did so.
She'd never deliberately teased a man before and wanted to crow that she seemed to be doing such a damn fine job now, so coquettishly teasing the two of them.
Yep, she was doing a good job if the way Chase just hissed out a breath through his teeth was any indication. Inside her, all her randy hormones were doing a rousing dance in celebration.
Chase brought the truck to a gentle stop not far from the steps that led up to the porch. Carrie's female bits quivered in anticipation as she sat, silently, waiting to see what would happen next. She felt Chase and Brian turn to look at each other, doing their twin-psy communication thing, and kept her gaze on her hands, folded demurely in her lap.
Both cab doors opened at the same moment, and both men stepped out of the truck together.
"Come here, darlin'." Brian's usually deep voice had dipped even lower and Carrie took one second to close her eyes and savor that shiver that tickled along her spine. Then she inched across the seat toward the passenger door, turned so that she faced him with her feet hanging out the cab, and slid gently to the ground, ending up more or less trapped between her lover and the truck.
He met her gaze, the tiny smile that teased the corner of his mouth full of male smugness. God, I love that look. She dared not let female society at large know, but when her cowboys got to acting all alpha male, it just made her melt into a puddle of gooey need.
"Turn around, and put your hands flat on the seat."
Carrie did as bid and bit back a moan when Brian's hands caressed her bottom through her prim and proper work skirt. She expected him to go ahead and