Free Love Under Two Benedicts by Cara Covington

her life alone.
    “I think you qualify for some sort of award,” Matthew said.
    Kelsey tilted her head slightly. “For what?”
    “Making no comment so far on our technique.”
    She set her glass down and used two fingers to gently turn it as she considered all the possible responses she could give him.
    “Well, in fairness, I was going to wait until I got dressed again later before giving either of you a score. Last night might have been a fluke.”
    “Smart ass,” Steven said.
    She watched as he began to sear the beef strips in the wok. Matthew finished chopping the vegetables, then checked the rice in the steamer. The kitchen filled with the smell of food, and as always, even when it wasn’t her own food, Kelsey took a moment to close her eyes, inhale deeply, and appreciate the aromas.
    She opened her eyes to encounter the two men treating her to identical heated gazes.
    “There should be a rule about distracting the cooks,” Matthew said.
    “I agree.” Steven put his attention back on the wok.
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I was simply…enjoying the scents.”
    It had been a long, long time since Kelsey had allowed herself the freedom to flirt. When Matthew speared her with another stare, she said nothing, simply batted her eyelashes.
    “Us, too, come to that. You smell sultry, savory, and sexy.”
    “Ooh, alliteration. Be still my heart.”
    “You know,” Steven said conversationally, “smart asses run the risk of being spanked around here.”
    “You might call that another family tradition, one that’s not spoken of very often,” Matthew added.
    The air fairly crackled with sexual tension. Kelsey felt it along her arms and legs, then spiraling deep into her, settling low in her belly. Her nipples tightened and her pussy gushed. She’d never been spanked in her entire life. She didn’t know what to think about the fact that the mere mention of the possibility of a spanking had her dripping with horniness.
    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