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The Divine Creek Ranch Collection Volume 3

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by Heather Rainier


  Soon it would be time to rise, but for now he just wanted to watch her sleep so peacefully. He climbed back into bed beside her and couldn’t resist stroking the perfect, warm curve of her luscious ass. She shivered slightly and turned her head to face him as he pulled the covers back over them.

  He didn’t think she was awake until she murmured, “Can’t sleep?” Her voice was gravelly with sleep, and she stretched out a hand to stroke his forearm.

  “I’m good, baby. Just needed to get up for a second. Go back to sleep.” He gently stroked her back and she made a soft purring sound.

  “Love you.”

  A burning ache centered in his chest as he murmured, “I love you, too, baby.”

  Chance and Clayton had already arranged to stay in the house a little later the following morning. Gil James would handle making certain the usual Saturday morning chores got done. Chance and Clayton had never hired a foreman, preferring to see to the running of the ranch themselves, up until this point.

  Clayton had mentioned the previous evening that now might be a good time to consider promoting Gil to foreman of the ranch, to ease up their time schedules a bit. Gil was single and a hardworking man, respected by the other ranch hands. He’d been new in town when he’d hired on at the Rockin’ C a couple of years before and had proved himself to be reliable and able to take charge when needed in that time.

  Chance yawned and stretched a couple of hours later, unsurprised that he hadn’t been able to sleep in. Clayton and Lydia were still curled up, sound asleep next to him. He sat up and decided to start the day by making breakfast in bed for the three of them. A few minutes later he had the coffeepot brewing and the skillet on the stove heating.

  Chance turned at the sound of footsteps behind him and said, “Hey,” in greeting to Clayton as he stumbled sleepily into the kitchen. Clayton had always been a later riser, and Chance was surprised he wasn’t still upstairs sleeping.

  “Morning,” Clayton said as he got a mug from the kitchen cabinet and poured a cup of coffee from the full pot.

  While Chance whipped up eggs and bacon for the three of them, Clayton took a large plate and glass down from one of the cabinets.

  Clayton said, “I hope Lydia doesn’t push herself too hard until LuAnn gets here.”

  Chance chuckled and said, “We’ll just have to keep her too busy with us to wear herself out around here.”

  Clayton nodded and replied, “That, or we could help her some. I wouldn’t mind taking some time to help her with the heavy lifting and moving stuff around for her.”

  Chance said, “She can put us both to work if she wants to. I wouldn’t mind.”

  “Lydi still hasn’t called Ace and Kemp, has she?”

  Chance bit his lip and shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

  “You don’t think she’s ashamed, do you?”

  “No. Look at it from her perspective, Mister Glass-half-empty. Can you imagine having two overgrown pit bulls for brothers, who like to be involved in your business? I think after last night she’ll probably contact them soon.”

  Chance had a feeling Lydia had just been waiting for the turning point in their relationship and for their feelings for each other to be solidified. It didn’t surprise him that his analytical brother was seeing it from a “worst-case scenario” perspective.

  “They are going to flip out.”

  Chance leaned against the stove and turned the bacon as he said, “I’d rather deal with them flipping out than have her feel like we’re rushing her.”

  “Good point. I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t trust her because you know I do. It’s just…”

  Chance reached for another plate from the cabinet and lined it with paper towels as he said, “I know exactly what you’re trying to say. It was a big leap for you to tell her that you loved her last night. I think you’ve been in love with her almost as long as I have. Lydia is unlike any of the other women you’ve ever dated and she’s not a game player like Brittany. She’s more caring than that.” The name rolled off his tongue distastefully as he recalled the last woman Clayton had dated.

  Brittany was only twenty-one, which Chance had thought was a little young for his brother, but he’d never objected because Clayton was a big boy and she was of age.

  One night about five months before, Brittany had showed up at the house and hung out with them. She’d wound up spending the night, which hadn’t been a surprise because it had happened before. What was a surprise, however, was her sneaking into Chance’s bed during the night.

  Up until that moment, Chance had liked Brittany well enough, but not that much. When he’d cautioned her quietly to go back to Clayton’s bed or leave, she’d opted to throw a temper tantrum instead.

  Clayton found them in Chance’s bedroom and demanded to know what she was up to. Brittany had explained that she wanted both of them. Chance had turned her down on the spot because she’d been so sneaky, rather than being a grown-up and asking them together. In addition, he’d turned her down flat because his mind had already been captivated by a beautiful brunette out in West Texas.

  Brittany had lashed out at both of them, probably out of embarrassment, before stalking out of the room. Deciding to mind his own business, Chance had gone back to bed. In the morning, he’d found out that Brittany and Clayton had called it quits during the night.

  Clayton had been down in the dumps the whole week after that happened, so Chance had taken him to The Dancing Pony for a night out. Brittany had shown up with some girlfriends, and her group chose a table near theirs where Brittany had proceeded to get drunk…and loud.

  When Brittany had obnoxiously stated to a friend that Clayton hadn’t been able to keep her satisfied, Chance had talked Clayton into leaving before she could say anything else to hurt him. Brittany had been fairly likable while she had dated Clayton, as far as Chance could tell, but she evidently hadn’t been able to handle either whiskey or rejection.

  The whole affair had been distasteful, and Clayton hadn’t dated anybody since. It was possible that Brittany and her callous treatment of Clayton might have been one of the reasons he’d held back from Lydia.

  Clayton murmured, “I’m over what Brittany did and said. And I know Lydia and she have nothing in common. Ace and Kemp are our friends and I don’t want them to think that we’d take advantage of their little sister.”

  “They’re going to be protective, no matter what the circumstances are. Let’s just be there for her.” Changing the subject, Chance asked, “Did you hear from that breeder yet?”

  Clayton took his phone from his robe pocket and said, “I was just about to turn my phone back on and find out. Hey, bro?”

  “Yeah?”

  “You know I love and trust Lydi, right? I have doubts like anybody does, but I love her like crazy.”

  Chance grinned from ear to ear and replied, “I know. I could see it in the way you took care of her last night.”

  Clayton toyed with his phone and said, “That was pretty hot between the three of us.”

  “Yeah. It’s been quite a while since we’ve shared. This was better than any of those times.” Chance’s cock hardened as he remembered watching as Clayton’s cock had sunk into Lydia’s tight, little pussy. She’d looked up at Clayton so trustingly as she’d let him in, and she’d held on to them both as she’d come. He wanted to make love to her again that morning after they fed her, if he lasted that long.

  “No comparison, man. A threesome with her is going to be off the charts.” Clayton looked at the screen of his phone and said, “Got an e-mail from the breeder.”

  Chance waited as Clayton scanned the e-mail and said, “Looks like I have an errand to run today.”

  “Cool. I want to take Lydia out dancing tonight. She’s been working hard and she deserves to have some fun. As far as Ace and Kemp go, whatever happens—happens. I want to make her happy more than I’m worried about that.”

  “I agree.”

  Chance loaded a breakfast
tray and Clayton followed him upstairs. Chance noted when he looked out the window that it was still dark outside. Lydia was an early riser, but given their activity last night she must’ve needed the extra sleep.

  They entered the room quietly, and Chance smiled at the sight that greeted him. She’d kicked the covers off again and now lay diagonally across the bed on her side facing away from them.

  When she’d slept between them she hadn’t moved or shifted around at all, but with them both gone from the bed she’d evidently gotten restless before settling into sleep again.

  He knew what she’d meant the night before when she said she wanted to remember the moment forever because he wanted to remember her like this. Her hair was spread across his pillow, the dark strands wild and tangled. She held another pillow in her arms, and the smooth curving line from her neck, down her spine, and over her hip all the way to the turn of her calf inspired wonder. Some people could sit and look at the Grand Canyon for hours. He could look at Lydia sleeping for hours and be perfectly content.

  Clayton stood beside him, leaning against the doorjamb with a look of contentment in his eyes. Chance doubted he’d ever seen Clayton looking this relaxed or happy. Clayton had always been more of a worrier, but he didn’t see worry in his eyes now. He only saw peace.

  Chance quietly placed the tray on the dresser, and they went to both sides of the bed and climbed in. Clayton reclined behind her shoulders and Chance lay down facing her. They’d always been intuitive about each other, and that ability seemed to come in handy with Lydia. At the same time, they reached out to her. Clayton lightly traced the backs of his fingers from her shoulder to her hips as Chance slid his fingertips from the lush curve of her hip up her ribs to the side of her breast.

  A sleepy smile formed on her face, and she arched against their touch. Clayton glanced at Chance and they both leaned forward to kiss her. Clayton pressed his lips to the velvety flesh beneath her ear and Chance applied his mouth and tongue to her nipple. She released the pillow and rolled to her back as she opened her eyes and whispered, “Good morning.”

  They greeted her and spread kisses all around her throat and breasts until she giggled and then moaned.

  “I made us breakfast in bed, baby.”

  She lifted her arms over her head, stretched, and curled her hands up by her ears and loosed an erection-inducing purring sound that made him want to roll his eyes back. She was innocently merciless in how she enticed them. They might not leave that bed until noon.

  * * * *

  A little while later, Clayton paused in what he was doing to gaze at Lydia’s beautiful, flushed face. Her eyes positively glittered as she did her best to glare at him but wound up giggling as she flopped her head back on her pillow.

  “I never took you for a sadist, Clayton, but I think you are enjoying torturing me. Come on!”

  “Uh-uh,” he intoned teasingly as he swiped his tongue up her slick little pussy again. She panted as he pressed a kiss to her lavender-scented inner thigh.

  They’d just returned to the bed after taking a shower all together. Clayton would’ve been perfectly content to make love to her again as soon as she was done eating, but they’d dripped grape jelly on her nipples and then licked it off of her and she’d insisted she wanted a shower before they did anything else.

  He didn’t mind taking the time for the shower if it made her more comfortable, but since she made him wait, he’d told her she was going to have to wait while he played and feasted on her pussy.

  Lydia adopted a pouting tone and said, “You don’t want to fuck me?”

  Clayton chuckled at her provocative talk and replied, “Oh, I don’t recall saying that. I definitely plan to fuck you. But you’ll have to wait because I said I was going to make a meal out of you first.”

  He demonstrated what he meant by sliding his tongue between her inner pussy lips to lick at her cream. Her fingers stroked his cheek as she writhed beneath him and moaned again.

  Seeking his brother’s help, she whined, “Chance, your brother is torturing me.”

  “Baby, I think you’re enjoying yourself too much to believe this is torture for you. As a matter of fact, I’m still feeling hungry myself. I worked up an appetite in the shower.”

  Clayton wanted to laugh out loud as Chance pressed kisses to her nipples and she playfully pouted. “Oh, no. Not you, too?”

  Her every whimper and squirm fed a deep need inside Clayton to please her as a way to thank her for loving him. Chance’s comment earlier had brought Brittany to mind. While it was unpleasant to think of her, he did appreciate that the reminder of his experience with her further demonstrated what a wonder Lydia was in their lives. She didn’t demand or manipulate or sulk when things didn’t work out the way she wanted. The pout on her lips now only served to endear her all the more to him because he knew by the gleam in her eyes that she was having as much fun as he and Chance were.

  Having mercy on her finally, he sucked gently at her clit, drawing her damp flesh into his mouth with a slow, teasing rhythm as he enjoyed her renewed whimpers.

  “Oh, Clayton, I love you,” she whispered breathlessly.

  His gaze found hers, and he smiled in response and stroked her slick cunt lips with a couple of fingertips. He loved how responsive she was as her pussy clenched from the contact.

  Having already discovered that Lydia seemed to really enjoy the tight fit of their cocks in her opening, he teased her with his fingertips until she was writhing, trying to take his fingers a little deeper. Clayton stroked her inner walls and grinned in satisfaction when she made the sensual groaning sound that signaled he’d found her G-spot.

  Chance murmured, “I love when Lydia sings in the key of G, don’t you, Clayton?”

  “Mmm-hmm,” Clayton intoned as her slick, abundant juices coated his fingers, telling him he was rubbing it just right. Her back arched and she began moving in rhythm with him, and he didn’t draw back from her to prolong the moment any more but let her have her way instead.

  “Oh, oh! Clayton! Please, please, please don’t stop!” She begged so pretty he almost slowed just to hear her do it again but gave into her pleas.

  Chance released her nipple with a wet pop and went to work on the other as her movements became more wild and frenzied.

  “Oh, yes! I’m coming!”

  He rubbed her G-spot and flicked her clit with his tongue mercilessly, and she screamed in her passion. He dove in slurping and licking on her pussy as she flooded his hand with her cream. She was the sweetest thing he’d ever had, and he knew he was enslaved completely by this beautiful angel who tasted like sin itself.

  Chapter Twenty

  Clayton gazed down at her as he knelt between her thighs and lifted her knees and pressed them back.

  Still out of breath, Lydia said, “Will you fuck me now?” Her innocent tone, combined with the vulgar words from her angelic mouth did him in.

  “Yes, Lydi,” he said as he stroked her delicate, pink flesh. She was a little swollen, but he attributed that more to arousal than irritation.

  Clayton reached for the lube and spread a little of it on her pussy and then swiped some around the head of his tingling cock.

  “Thank you, baby, for letting us go without condoms,” Chance murmured as he stroked the lube around her cunt. “We love feeling your bare pussy.”

  In response, she whispered, “I like it, too. You feel wonderful to me also.”

  In the bright morning light her cheeks were flushed with arousal as she watched Clayton stroke the lube on his cock. She’d propped some pillows behind her so she could see what he was doing. Clayton gently parted her pink pussy lips and groaned as he guided the head of his cock into her opening. Her hot, wet flesh resisted but then parted to let him in as Lydia moaned lustily.

  Enthralled, he thrust against her and watched unblinkingly as his cock was engulfed inside her hot, tight heat. He pulled out, murmuring in pleasure at the sight of her cream coating his cock before he thrust back in,
giving her a little more on each stroke. She watched as well, her eyes glazing with passion as he slid two fingertips over her clit and began stroking her in slow circles. He went deeper and deeper with each thrust, mesmerized by the sight of her slippery, tight cunt taking all of his length and loving every second of it.

  Lydia surprised him when she growled softly in her throat and her eyes closed. She lowered her legs and hooked them around his thighs and dug her heels into the bed. She moved with him, undulating as his strokes came harder.

  “Yes, that’s the spot, Clayton.”

  “Yeah, Lydi.”

  She grabbed the wooden bars of the decorative oak headboard and arched her back. “Harder. Oh, please, harder!”

  Grasping her hips, he pumped harder until she whimpered, moaned, and then cried out, slamming her eyes shut as her cunt clenched and milked his cock tightly. She was a glorious sight to watch in the midst of an orgasm, and he felt gratified by the blissful smile on her face.

  He buried his cock deep inside her on each pass and felt the turmoil inside him come to a fever pitch as his sphincter constricted and his balls prepared to unleash. The telltale, searing heat in his cock exploded, sending a shaft of pleasure down his spine as his release spurted inside her. He gasped loudly and thrust hard with each wave of the orgasm until it dissipated and left him dazed and light headed.

  Lydia relaxed beneath him, unlocking her legs and caressing his hands on her hips. “Clayton. That was…amazing.” She drew the sincere words out in a way that brought him a lot of satisfaction.

  “Damn, that was hot to watch,” Chance said as he lazily stroked his dick and his balls. He looked like he was ready to explode as well. He’d lain back and watched as they fucked and allowed Clayton to have her full attention.

  “So are you,” Lydia murmured in a sultry voice as she sat up and reached a hand out to his cock.

  Chance said, “What positions have you tried, baby?”

  “Missionary, mostly. Rear entry, but only once. And of course, I got to be on top last night with Clayton.”

 

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