An auction for a new girl started, and things quieted down a bit as Devin steered Lacey to the bar. Still, so many people congratulated them that Devin was only able to order Lacey a plastic cup of cheap white wine before steering her toward a back staircase.
“You don’t have to,” she started to protest. She didn’t want Devin to feel obligated to pretend to actually like her. He had more important things to do, like run a ranch, and fuck his partner, Chase. Thinking of either one of those things stimulated her, and her entire body buzzed with excited energy to be in his manly presence.
“No, no,” Devin protested back. “Come in here.”
Upstairs, he took her into what must have been the Lion’s president’s office. It was dark in there, of course, but they stood by a window with heavy brocade curtains drawn aside. Lacey was still flush from the excitement of the auction, so she’d chugged nearly half the wine before realizing it and putting it on the sill.
“Boy, does Ben Pearson hate to lose,” she giggled. “I never knew he was that good of an actor, so it must’ve been his sore losership showing through. I’m just glad he didn’t hit you with the paddle.”
“I’ve been paddled by worse,” Devin said ambiguously, grinning that seductive grin that never failed to make Lacey’s clit quiver.
“I really have to apologize for Ben’s behavior. You probably know he’s my ex-husband. You may have seen him bid on me in years past. Obviously, tonight he wasn’t planning to. He had another woman to waste his money on. I seriously had no idea he’d be so competitive that he’d drive the bidding up like this.”
Devin’s eyes glittered with sincerity. He’d taken off his cowboy hat at some point during the bidding, so now she was able to see his soft brunet hair standing out in messy spikes. “I don’t think it was a competitive nature that drove him to bid, Lacey. And no one’s that good of an actor, especially not a guy who owns a yogurt shop.”
Lacey frowned with confusion. “They why do you—”
Devin looked to the ceiling for assistance. “Because, Lacey. It’s a guy thing. He’s probably still in love with you.” He looked down at her as though he pitied her for not understanding guy things.
And she didn’t. If it wasn’t about money, or ego, then…Lacey shook her head. “Well, who gives a shit why Ben Pearson does anything.” She was being honest. She really didn’t give a shit, for the first time in years. “I’m just sorry that his idiotic behavior caused you to spend more money, but it’s all for a good cause. I hope you don’t think that earlier I was manipulating you into bidding by giving you that sob story about the Folsom prison inmates.”
Devin was sheer beauty when he laughed. Even, white teeth. Muscular throat. His denim shirt had the top few snaps undone, revealing hearty pecs with a delicious sprinkling of hair peppering the pit of his throat. Ben’s chest had been annoyingly smooth. Lacey enjoyed a softly hairy chest. “Look, I didn’t feel manipulated at all. I really like you, Lacey. You seem like a funny, witty, intelligent woman. And, as Chase keeps mentioning, you look like my fantasy girl, Kate Winslet.”
Lacey giggled even as she wondered. Fantasy girl? Katrina had mentioned that Devin had broken up with some Rough and Ready gal before he’d taken up with Chase. “I’ve heard that Kate Winslet comparison before. I just want you to know, your obligation to me can end here. You don’t need to feel sorry for me because I just had a bad breakup. I don’t seriously think some prison inmate is coming to get me. Okay, maybe some horny, pathetic bookstore owner.”
“Or that strong, brawny woman from the Cultured Pearl club.”
Lacey threw her head back and laughed fully. “Yes, her! She was new. She’s never bid on me in past years.”
“Maybe once she heard you were newly divorced.”
“Were you saving me from her? You’re such a Prince Charming.”
Devin was still laughing along with her, but his tone changed. “I wish I could say I bid on you to save you from the serial killer, or Saul Wakeman, the Peeping Tom bookstore owner.”
Lacey abruptly gasped. “Saul? A Peeping Tom?”
Devin ignored her. He even lifted a hand to her chin, rubbing his thumb along her jawbone. “I didn’t even bid on you to repay you for bidding on my ranch vacation. Lacey, I bid on you because I like you. It seemed to me a good way to show it, that’s all. I even outbid Chase, who bid on you because he likes you. And yes, because you look like Kate Winslet—you turn me on.” His thumb moved to rub her lower lip, which was somewhat agape at his words. “I know most people in town think I’m gay because of Chase. I know it looks that way, and I don’t really care. There’s nothing wrong with it, like you said. I have no reason to protest because I’m not ashamed of my relationship with Chase. We love each other. But we’ve always known there was room for a woman. The right woman. And I think I’ve found you.”
Lacey was having a difficult time understanding Devin. He loved Chase, yet they wanted to add a woman to their relationship? What, did they need a housekeeper? But a man didn’t rub the lip of a woman he wished to clean his kitchen floor. “I don’t understand, Devin. You want to break up with Chase and start dating women?”
Devin moved even closer. In the February chill emanating from the window glass, his body heat warmed her like a wood stove. She was nearly overwhelmed by his proximity. It felt odd and arousing to be so close to a new man after so many years of Ben. Now Devin had her chin in his palm. “I’m not breaking up with Chase. We want to add a woman to enhance our pleasure, and hers. Do you have any interest in making love to two men at the same time?”
The perversion of Devin’s suggestion was beginning to sink in. Her heart sped up at the naughtiness of his proposal. “Oh. Two men? Honestly, it’s never occurred to me. It’s never come up. I haven’t really moved in the circles that would—”
“Then you should consider it,” he said softly, his eyes searching hers. “I resisted the idea at first, too. I thought Chase was getting tired of me. But once I saw you in the Senegalese restaurant, I started looking at it differently. Your addition could only enhance our relationship, not detract from it. You’re witty, smart, and voluptuous.”
Oh, dear Lord. He’s taunting my “generous” figure. “Devin, I’m not ready to date one man, much less two such…ah, athletic men. The two of you are Hell’s Delight’s sexiest men. How can one woman ever satisfy one of you, much less two?”
Devin’s answer came swiftly. “It’s very easy, actually, if the two men have the capability of pleasuring each other as well. Not too much work on the woman’s part is required.”
Just the mere confession that the two virile studs pleasured each other sent waves of lust coursing down Lacey’s abdomen. The two men, squeezing, pumping, stroking each other… She’d never known it was possible to actually go weak in the knees. Devin must’ve noticed, for he moved his other hand to grip her hip. “Oh, really?” she whispered feebly. “I guess I see your point. I was thinking more of a woman having to deal with two…ah, having to satisfy two men at the same time and her arm getting all tired, or her jaw getting all sore, and—”
Maybe to stop her babbling, Devin kissed her then.
Wow. Men who are accustomed to kissing men are even better kissers. Oh. Maybe Ben was just a lousy—
Lacey nearly swooned as she allowed herself to be swept up in the kiss. At first his lips moved against hers respectfully, the breath from his nostrils hot against her face. Then the tip of his tongue snaked out to tickle the edges of her buck teeth, and Lacey just lost it.
Flinging her arms around his neck, she pressed him back against the windowsill. He collapsed on it with a grunt as she practically attacked him. The next thing she knew, she was straddling his muscular thigh like a horny dog, squeezing it between hers as though she worked a Thighmaster. She pumped her pubic bone against him so rigorously she could feel the moisture seep not only through her panties but through the satin of her dress.
They kissed fully, deeply now, their tongues intertwining
. Devin drank her down, his fingers sunk deep in her hair, massaging her scalp. His other hand ventured up her ribcage to cup one of her large tits, and she could tell by his body heat that her nipple very nearly popped out the bodice of her gold dress. She wriggled like a fish on a hook, thoroughly reveling in the taste and feel of this strapping, potent man.
Ben Pearson had not felt or tasted this good even on his best days.
She was nearly overcome with heat.
In fact, it was Devin who pulled away a few inches, panting against her face. “Lacey.” He smoothed some hair strands out of her eye. “You’ve got me so hot I’m about to shoot in my pants. But we should wait for Chase. I don’t know how this works, having never done it before, but I don’t think we should be humping each other behind his—”
Humping? Abruptly, Lacey stood, shoving herself back from Devin’s body. He was mocking her, and he was entirely correct to do so!
She’d never seen such a glorious sight in her life, Devin all sprawled on the windowsill. His chest heaved with his panting, and his nipples stood out stiffly under his shirt. An impossible bulge filled the crotch of his 501s, the balls full and tasty, the cock plump.
But a wave of shame flooded Lacey’s conscience. She had been humping this poor stud, and just because the thought of him sucking another man’s cock had suddenly turned her on! “I’m so sorry, Devin. I really should stay away from wine! I am never, normally, never normally this wanton.” Her hand fluttered above her bosom like a woman in a historical film.
Devin spread his hands wide. “Lacey! There’s no need for an apology. I just think that we should wait—”
Lacey turned and skittered down the steps to the main floor. How could I? How could I have flung myself at that gorgeous cowboy like a—like a—like a Brittney?
Several well-wishers attempted to waylay her on her way out the front door of the hall, but she merely smiled, waved, and acted as though she had a taxi to catch. Katrina had her little clutch purse, but it was safe with Katrina.
Lacey just wanted to get out of the hall and hide in her apartment. This was too much. Too much for one night.
Chapter Six
“You didn’t blow it, Devin,” Chase assured his lover. “Believe me. I’m not a complete noob when it comes to women. And I know one thing women like. You.”
Chase yanked open the fridge and withdrew the bottle of champagne from last night. He flipped off the cork stopper with a hollow sound and poured two fresh glasses. He didn’t know why Devin agonized so over things, most of which never turned out to be true. Right now, in fact, Devin sat at the kitchen table, literally with head in hands.
“I blew it, I’m telling you, buddy. One minute she was all over me like a diabetic chipmunk on sugar-coated nuts. I’m not exaggerating, Chase. It was just like in my wildest imaginings, only better. She smells like…lilies.” Suddenly he sat up straight, jutting his lower jaw out. “What do you mean, women like me? The last woman who liked me wound up fucking my brother.”
“I don’t mean Selina.” The name of the Rough and Ready woman was rarely mentioned. “I mean women in general, Dev. You haven’t noticed? Everywhere we go, women drop things when they turn to watch you pass. And I mean drop. Last week a woman dropped her coffee cup on the sidewalk.”
Devin returned to looking miserable, waving away his friend. “Yeah, because you walked by. I’m telling you, she just turned off like I threw water on her. I was actually opening up her mind to the possibility that she might hook up with two men, and the next thing I knew she’s screaming out the door. All I said was we should wait for you, and she was out the door like a shot.”
Chase put Devin’s glass on the table next to him. “You didn’t need to do that. I don’t mind what the two of you do without me present, as long as I can ultimately join in. Maybe she ran screaming at the idea of hooking up with me, did that ever occur to you? You said she ran the second you mentioned me.”
“No, when I first brought up the idea of her being with the two of us, that’s when she got all moist-eyed and steamy. You know how women get?”
“Horny? Yeah, I think I might recall. And that’s when she jumped you?”
“Yeah.” Devin gulped champagne and stared distantly at a drinking water cooler. They were in Chase’s flat above Positive Vibrations. It was more a warehouse than an apartment, being stocked with overflowing merchandise from the downstairs store. Right now a carton of Slippery Slope lubricant was shoved under the table where Devin moped. “She was definitely horny, definitely considering my proposal. Then bam!” He beat the table with his palm.
Chase frowned and slapped Devin’s bare shoulder with the back of his hand. Chase had just showered and was wearing only a towel around his waist, but Devin apparently had come racing home after the “rejection” by the woman he’d just won in an auction. He had showered, too, apparently to wash away the stench of failure. Chase knew his partner well. “You moron!” He knew he could successfully rile Devin into something by treating him like a high school basketball coach. “She probably just ran because it suddenly scared her that she was making out with another guy! She’s been with that Ben asshat for a long time. Who knows how goddamned virtuous she is? You probably came on like a house on fire, groping her all over!”
“What the fuck?” Devin half-rose, the reaction Chase was hoping for. He looked gorgeous, his carved, nude torso tensed with barely-contained rage. “I told you, asswipe—she was groping me!”
Chase folded his arms before his chest. “Oh yeah? I know you, Dev. You’re a fucking animal. You’re right. You probably did scare her off with your goonish, apelike pawing—”
Devin stood so abruptly he knocked over the folding chair he’d been sitting on. For good measure, he grabbed the back of another folding chair and bashed that around, too. He poked a righteous forefinger in Chase’s face. Coming from anyone else, Chase would have grabbed the wagging finger and twisted it. But he loved Devin—and it made him hot thinking where that hand might wind up, too. “I’m an animal with you, Chase—not other people! Are you accusing me of being some goddamned slut because some woman dropped her cup of coffee?”
“No. I’m accusing you of being a slut because I saw you batting your eyelashes at Mayor Alessi, getting him all hot to trot tonight.”
“What?” Devin’s eyes flashed with indignity, as Chase had mischievously predicted. “You’re high, Chase! The fucking mayor was about to bid on Hardscrabble Ranch and I had to block him from beating out Lacey!” Devin’s eyes frantically searched the countertops.
Chase gave Devin enough time to tear over to the junk drawer and yank it open. He allowed Devin to rummage around in the drawer before he said with false disgust, “Cock block him is more like it. That mayor’s been drooling to drop to his knees for you ever since you haggled over that open space bond.”
Chase was gratified when Devin pulled out what looked like a leather snap-on cock ring, and the older man aggressively backed him up against the counter. Devin tore off the flimsy towel draped around Chase’s hips. “Look,” Devin snarled, viciously snapping the ring around the base of Chase’s scrotum. The fit was so snug that Chase’s nipples stiffened and his rapidly ballooning prick bobbed against Devin’s erection, clothed only in light flannel lounge pants. “It wasn’t even my idea to invite a woman to join us, you bastard. That was your fucking idea. So who’s the slut now?”
Devin pressed a bruising, open-mouthed kiss to Chase’s lips. He trapped Chase’s bulging cock between their pubic bones, salaciously swiveling his hips to massage Chase’s tortured prick with his own.
Chase wasn’t surprised when he felt metal handcuffs enclose his wrists behind his back. Chase murmured slyly against Devin’s mouth, “Did you even tell Lacey that you’re an insufferable top?”
Devin smiled against Chase’s mouth, too. “I wonder if she knows you’re an insufferable brat.”
In a flash Devin had twirled Chase around. Chase faced the counter but had no hands to break hi
s fall or prop himself up with, so Devin wrapped one arm around his waist, protecting his precious hard-on from being smashed against the granite counter’s edge. He slapped Chase’s ass several times, hard, with his lubed-up hand. Chase knew it would leave red marks. The erotic stimulation spread outward from his butt cheek, down his thigh, down his rigid penis.
“You are stupid hot, Devin,” gasped Chase, wriggling his ass to ask for more. “I don’t think that poor girl knows what she’s getting into. She doesn’t know you like to hump me like a fucking animal. You’re a satyr, Dev. You know what that is? A devil with a giant hard-on that never goes down.”
Smack. Smack. Smack. “Oh yeah? And you’re an intolerable brat who won’t shut the fuck up. Oh Godddd…”
Devin now shut up as he entered his partner. His lubed-up dick slid into the rectum easily, immediately tickling the sensitive prostate gland but sliding slickly right on past it. Devin seated himself deeply inside Chase, now gripping Chase’s dick at the hairless base. Grunting like a pig, Devin bounced Chase up and down on his cock while slapping his poor, strained penis with his greasy palm.
“Oh, yeah,” Devin growled. “You like it when you’re being ravaged like this, helpless, restrained.”
“You know it,” panted Chase, looking to the stand-alone floor-length mirror they had positioned nearby. Chase loved watching himself being ravaged by Devin. He loved seeing his hairless balls distended beyond the stricture of the cock ring. Now Devin slicked up Chase’s agonized dick with the lube, but not long enough to give him pleasure. Chase knew Devin only wanted to watch the shiny, dark phallus jump and twitch when he spanked it. Devin’s balls slapped against Chase’s naked ass as he fucked him brutally.
“Down, down!” Devin commanded, and Chase crashed to his knees. He couldn’t properly be on all fours with his wrists bound, so Devin wrapped an arm like a vise around his throat and fucked him with fast, shallow jabs. “You like this, don’t you? Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.” He humped Chase like a madman, as though he was taking some sort of anger out on Chase.
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