Clay gripped her hips tightly, and she held on to him as he thrust upwards with deep, fast strokes and her head fell forward, draping her long hair across his chest. She rolled her hips with him, responding to his need for release and the continued pressure of Del’s fingertips at her ass.
Clay’s face was ruddy with passion as his jaw dropped and he came with a deep groan. “Baby,” was the only thing he said as the tension left them both.
Lily curled up on his chest with her head beneath his chin and smiled at Del as he stroked her perspiration-dampened back. The muscles in his biceps flexed, making his phoenix undulate slightly as he caressed the colorful feathers that now decorated her left thigh. She lifted her head and leaned over to kiss Del and then kissed the matching mirror image of his tattoo on Clay’s right shoulder.
Clay stroked her ass as his cock still pulsed inside her and whispered, “Happy Independence Day, baby.”
Lily rested her head on Clay’s chest and sighed happily. “I’m looking forward to the parade this morning. It’s been more years than I care to count since the last time I was in Divine for a parade.”
Del stretched, pleasing her with the sight of his muscular, nude physique. He caught her look, and he growled pleasurably. “Was the last one when we marched with the Tigers when we won the Boys and Girls City Championship in Little League?”
Lily giggled as she remembered riding her bike in that parade with Clay and Del the year they’d all played on the same team together. It had been hotter than hell, but all she remembered was how proud she’d been and how much fun they’d had at the Cook family barbeque afterward.
Now here she was, married to her two best friends as of the month before. It had been hot in Aruba, and she hadn’t noticed that heat either, but it had been for a totally different reason.
She sat up and smiled down at Clay as she gently squeezed the shaft still lodged inside her cunt. Clay groaned softly as he looked up at her with shuttered bedroom eyes.
“You better watch it, unless you want round three, baby. We’ll be late for the parade.”
Del sat up in the bed and said, “Speaking of the parade, Grace called while the two of you were in the shower last night and said that we’re supposed to meet them out in front of Cheaver’s. Rosemary Garner set up a big flatbed trailer and tents for shade and asked if we would just bring chairs. Grace mentioned that she talked Seth into coming.”
“She did?” Lily replied enthusiastically. “It’s about time.”
Seth was a loner, and Lily had been trying to get him involved with their group since he’d done their tattoos but had been unsuccessful almost every time. The exception had been the wedding. He’d come to that when she’d married Clay and had the private bonding ceremony with Del right afterward, but Seth hadn’t stayed for the reception. The day had been a happy haze for her, but she’d been slightly disappointed when he’d said his good-byes and left before the music had even started.
Clay stretched as Lily gently disengaged from him and sat on the edge of the bed. “Grace must’ve really sweet-talked him because today is a perfect day for taking a ride on his Harley.”
Del chuckled and rolled his eyes. “She’s probably trying to matchmake.”
Lily jumped when Clay goosed her ass as she stood and said, “Grace is a romantic. You can’t fault her for wanting to see people happy. Seth is one of the good guys. He deserves his happily ever after.”
Clay’s expression grew thoughtful. “Speaking of happily-ever-afters, remember Beck O’Malley? The guy who bartered to do your car repairs for an engagement ring.”
“Of course. His girlfriend works at Madeleine’s as a nail tech. Did he ever get around to proposing? I nearly gave the secret away when I ran into him and Chloe at Batson’s Grocers a couple of months ago.” Chloe had always struck Lily as a sweet-tempered, caring person, and she’d thought with Beck’s introverted nature that they’d be a good fit.
Clay shook his head sadly. “He asked her and she turned him down. He said she seemed about as torn up over turning him down as he felt for being turned down.”
“Do you think he’d like to come to the parade? He could sit with us.” Lily felt sad for Beck, thinking of him home alone, tending his honey bees. He was another loner.
“Probably not. The hurt seemed pretty fresh. Sometimes a guy just needs time. Maybe we’ll invite him out to supper sometime soon.”
Del kissed her and said, “Look at it this way. They’re both just that much closer to finding the people they were meant to be with.”
Lily sighed and giggled. “You’re such a romantic, Del. I hope Beck finds the perfect woman for him some day.”
“Like we did?” Clay asked as he stroked her ass cheek.
Lily giggled and jumped when he goosed her. “You’re both just trying to get laid again.” She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. “Now who’s joining me? I need my back scrubbed.”
A burst of giggles escaped her when they both stalked her into the steamy shower.
* * * *
Meanwhile, out at the Rockin’ C Ranch…
Chance Carlisle carefully clutched the handles on three mugs of coffee as he pulled the back door closed and walked out onto the big back porch. His brother, Clayton, reclined in one of the chaise lounges, his eyes glued to love of their lives, Lydia, as she stood staring at the bronze sculpture that looked out onto the landscaped backyard.
“Thanks,” Clayton said when Chance handed him his black coffee. Lydia smiled at him when he gave her the mug of sweet, light-colored coffee prepared just the way she liked it. She kissed him and then went back to gazing at the statue.
The life-sized bronze was an exact replica of her from head to toe, so it was like watching her gaze at her dark, patina-skinned twin. The art object was worth every penny they’d paid Clay Cook for it.
“It really does look exactly like you,” Clayton murmured as he sipped his hot brew.
“I don’t even remember you taking the pictures,” Lydia said softly.
After grass fires had ripped a path along the highway at their ranch entry, the three of them had decided to take the opportunity to do a little landscape work. They’d bulldozed some of the mesquite trees out of the area closest to the fence line and highway, repainted the welded steel pipe entryway a bright red, and then enlisted Lydia’s help in designing and implementing a landscaping plan. Chance smiled now every time he drove through the entryway, which was colorful with red and white crape myrtle trees and other hardy plants that did well without much watering.
While enjoying a break from that work one afternoon, they’d taken a short walk to the top of the first ridge, which was the vantage point for seeing the front end of their enormous ten-thousand-acre ranch. Lydia had always loved the view from there, since the first time she’d seen it the year before.
The day she’d agreed to come home with him from Fort Stockton was one of the happiest days of his life. Chance had quietly removed his smartphone from his pocket and snapped a picture of her as she stood looking down the ridge at what had become her home. The love and awe in her eyes as she had taken it all in had made his throat swell as he took several pictures of her, the wind gently blowing her long brown hair around her shoulders.
Their friend, Clay Cook, had used those pictures and her bridal portrait to create the work of art before her. The process had taken several months, and they’d just given it to her a few weeks prior.
She stroked the patinaed cheek of the statue and then joined them, setting her coffee mug on the side table and curling into Chance’s lap as he reclined on his chaise.
Clayton looked over at them, and a devilish gleam came into his eyes.
From Chance’s arms, Lydia asked, “What’s got you grinning like a Cheshire cat, Clayton?”
His oversexed brother grinned even wider. “Just thinking about another time that you curled up with us on a chaise lounge. You know these shrubs we planted and all the crape myrtles have added quit
e a nice, thick privacy screen around the back of the house.”
Chance chuckled and had to agree. On their own, the ranch hands had announced one night at Lydia’s dining room table that they’d begin using the front door and they’d always knock or ring the bell and no longer just walk right in.
Chance and Clayton had made changes around the house to give her complete privacy, night or day, so Lydia could walk around the house nude if she wanted to. She enjoyed being naked with them while they were clothed, just relaxing and watching television. Not much television viewing got done, but the couch and cushy area rugs got a nice workout.
Lydia looked around as though she were just now noticing the lush greenery and the validity of his statement. “You know, you’re right. We do have quite a bit of privacy back here.” She bit her lip and had a naughty gleam in her eyes when she looked from Chance to his brother. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against Chance’s and flicked his lower lip with the tip of her tongue. She tasted like home to him, a fresh mix of her minty toothpaste and her sweet, creamy coffee. “I love to be naked in the sunshine with you when we’re out at the cabin. But this part of the ranch is kind of overpopulated for outdoor nudity. What do you think, Clayton?”
Clayton replied immediately as if he’d already given it some thought. “Everything’s fully leafed out and the men have been consistent about staying out of the backyard since we finished putting in the landscaping and the stonework. They see this space as an extension of your home. I think they hope that you consider this your private space. Remember? They’d said as much when they brought you that pretty butterfly bush for Valentine’s Day.”
Chance grunted. “Sappiest display I ever saw.” The single ranch hands had gone to one of the local nurseries and shown up on Valentine’s Day with the small blue-flowered shrub. They’d asked her if she would be their honorary Valentine, since none of them had had girlfriends at the moment. He was still convinced a number of them had crushes on her.
Lydia chortled and turned so that she straddled his hips. His cock, which had been tingling and growing inside his jeans, suddenly went to full hard-on status. Judging by the needful, lusty look in her warm brown eyes, they were about to test the bounds of propriety in her outdoor sanctuary.
“I thought it was very sweet of them, and the bush is just beautiful,” she said as she gestured to it in the center of one of the flowerbeds.
Chance grinned as he slipped a couple of fingertips under the hem of her sundress and stroked her satin-covered pussy. “Yes, it certainly is.”
Lydia snickered and bit her lip again when she caught his double entendre.
Clayton’s tone was cajoling when he added, “I think it would almost be an insult to them if you didn’t view this space as an extension of your private home.”
Lydia snorted. “You just want to get laid, Clayton Carlisle.”
Clayton held his arms out in invitation. “Guilty as charged.”
Chance ground his cock against her. “I’m with Clayton, baby.”
Chance knew what she had on underneath that sundress and his dick throbbed with lust as she slid her fingers beneath the hem and pulled it up so both of them could see. She tugged at the bows tied at both hips then slowly pulled the white satin, side-tying G-string out from under the dress. Chance enjoyed that she’d taken to searching for clothing that was both sexy and easy to get out of on a moment’s notice.
After placing the lingerie on the side table, she glanced around the yard then at her men. Chance smiled and nodded at her, enjoying her modesty and the fact that she wanted to make sure they were the only ones who would see her naked. Lifting the hem of her dress, she revealed her beautiful, voluptuous body to them a little bit at a time. After she was naked, she gestured for Clayton to come near and went to work on Chance’s fly. When she had him unzipped, she turned to Clayton and performed the same task with him, freeing his cock from his jeans and boxers as Chance pushed his briefs and his jeans down his hips.
In one fluid motion she took Clayton’s rigid cock between her lips as she lifted up and grasped Chance’s cock in her gentle hand. She held the head of his distended, weeping shaft to her cunt as she lowered herself on him, enveloping him in her hot, satiny softness.
A hot shiver ripped up his spine as her pussy muscles gripped him. She lifted off his cock, tugging like she didn’t really want him to leave her pussy. The soft skin of her thighs felt like silk under his hands as he stroked her legs, teasing her inner thighs with his thumbs as she braced one hand on his shoulder. Her beautiful breasts swayed with every movement, and Clayton stroked the sides of them, making her shudder.
She looked beautiful with her eyes closed, her lips wrapped around his brother’s cock. Clayton looked like a man well pleased with his wife as he ran his fingers through her hair. He murmured encouragement to her as she sucked his cock like she was savoring her last meal, giving little mewling, sighing sounds every so often.
Matching her pace with theirs, Lydia sucked and fucked his brother and him until they were both groaning in passion. Chills rippled hot and cold up Chance’s spine and the backs of his thighs. Lydia rolled her hips in a grinding, circular motion, tugging with every upward sweep of her pussy until he was sure she was seconds away from milking every drop of cum from his cock. Her hand clutched at him, and he felt the telltale tremors in her pussy as her orgasm drew near. A plaintive, needy sound came from her throat, and Clayton nodded at him as he reached for her swaying breast and tweaked her nipples lightly as Chance strummed her swollen little clit.
Sweat beaded on Clayton’s forehead, testifying to the control he was exercising as they played with her body until her near-constant moan became a wail of ecstasy. Chance arched his back, enjoying the feel of her tight, gripping pussy as it convulsed around his cock, milking his hot cum as he finally lost control and bucked beneath her, prolonging her orgasm. Clayton growled when she reached out and held on to his bicep and swallowed his cock down, still writhing on Chance’s cock.
“Oh, fuck me. Here it comes, Lydi!” Clayton cried out and the muscles in his legs, back, and buttocks drew up tight as his head fell back. Lydia sucked his cum down greedily, swallowing all of it until he stroked her cheek and she released him. Clayton caressed her shoulders and swayed a little bit as he shook his head and then smiled down at her, whispering, “Sweet girl.”
Lydia’s face glowed as she smiled up at Clayton then turned to Chance. “I love you both so much.”
Chance remembered a time when he’d have driven two hundred fifty miles one way for a smile from Lydia. He’d have gone to the moon and back for the one she gave him now.
“Love you too, baby,” Chance replied as he stroked her rosy cheek. “We’d better get in the shower. We don’t want to be late.” Lydia nodded but then cuddled up against his chest as Clayton released her and wobbled as he walked back to his lounge chair. “Well, maybe we can wait a few minutes.”
Lydia snuggled closer and repositioned herself, squeezing his cock with each subtle movement until he felt it stir to new life inside her. He marveled that she inspired such randiness in him. Maybe it was because she was so free with her love and shows of affection. Maybe it was because she was so spontaneous and open to trying new things. Whatever it was, he needed her in his life and wanted to give her whatever made her happy.
She finally stirred and yawned. “If I don’t get moving, I’m going to be worthless,” she said, looking like she’d been about to doze off.
Chance helped her when she slowly lifted up off his still semi-erect cock, which tingled as he watched it slip from her drenched pussy. He watched with deep satisfaction as she sleepily climbed from the chair with help from his brother. Chance’s cum leaked in droplets from her pussy as she gazed down at him, a sexually contented blush coloring her cheeks.
Feeling good for having satisfied her so well, Chance kissed her hip and slid a hand up her inner thigh until he reached her slick pussy and gently massaged her labia, avoiding
her clit because it might still be too sensitive. “You’re an easy woman to love, Lydia.” Her slippery moisture coated his fingertips as Clayton pressed a kiss to her shoulder and slid a hand down her abdomen until his fingertips stroked her pussy too.
When she turned her head to look up at him, Clayton said, “I’d still be lost, if you weren’t here, Lydi. I love you so much.” His lips closed on hers, and she raised an arm to cradle Clayton’s head as she slid her fingertips through the short hair at the nape of Chance’s neck, speaking volumes with just her hands.
Chapter Three
Summer Webster held her phone to her ear and waited as it rang. Kemp’s gentle fingertips massaged her neck, and she groaned gratefully as she felt the tension from the past several days begin to unfurl. His strong hands always had the most wonderful effect on her. Her husband, Ace Webster, was driving them into town for the parade, while Kemp Whittier, the other love of her life and man she’d also bonded her heart to, sat beside her with that look in his eyes. Both of her men, who had been raised together as brothers, had been gone for a week and had only just gotten back into town the hour before.
She’d missed them terribly, and although business was booming, she’d had challenges that week when a supplier made big errors on several orders, resulting in shipping delays. One of the end results had been a change in jewelry suppliers. Summer had contacted Lily Cook, and now the intimate jewelry part of her business was thriving because the quality and selection were so much better. Plus she loved working with local artisans.
“Hello?”
“Jayne? It’s Summer. Grace asked me to check in with you since you were having car trouble. Do you want us to swing by and pick you up? We should be there in about twenty minutes.”
Kemp leaned over and pressed damp kisses to her neck and whispered softly in her free ear, “Twenty or thirty.”
Turning to glance at Kemp, Summer said, “Huh?” and then she felt the bow to her halter dress come loose at the back of her neck. The sexy gleam in Kemp’s eyes revealed what he meant, and a tremor rippled through her pussy as he licked the places he’d kissed. His large, gentle hand slid up her inner thigh underneath her dress.
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