“I know you will, handsome.”
The sound of rushing water could be heard as they made their way up to her bedroom. She found Clayton sitting on the edge of the tub, sprinkling some of her lavender bath salts into the tub. Steam rose from the bath and had begun to coat the mirror with condensation. Clayton looked up at her and opened his arms. Without hesitation, she went to him and he wrapped them around her hips. He peered into her eyes and said, “A long, hot soak first, Lydi. I want you as relaxed as possible. We’re big men.”
Lydia smiled at him and nodded. “I know. I love that about you.” The answer referred to both of them, but she gazed into his eyes, wanting him to know how much she valued him and his desire to take care of her.
Nodding, Clayton reached for the hem of her top and lifted it off of her. Chance’s hands snaked around her hips, and her tummy fluttered when his hands traced over her abdomen. He unbuttoned her jeans, and lowered the zipper.
Sensual heat rippled through her pussy when he slid his hands inside her jeans and followed the curve of her hips to her thighs, dragging her jeans and thong down her legs.
A gasp escaped her when Clayton dragged a knuckle over her bare slit. “I enjoy what you’ve done with your pussy, Lydi. It makes you silky soft under my tongue.”
“N–not to mention m–more sensitive,” she stammered as he pressed a kiss against her damp outer lips then made a show of licking his lips clean. Her pussy quivered in response, wanting more kisses.
Clayton said, “But I know that it hurts to be waxed, so it’s up to you if you want to keep it that way. We’ll love your pussy however you groom it.”
Chance kissed her bare shoulder as he released the catch on her bra and said, “I feel the same way. I know a lot of women do it, but don’t feel like we expect it.”
“Thank you. The waxing isn’t super fun, but I love the way it feels afterward. It really does make my pussy more sensitive.” Slowly but surely she was getting used to talking about her body like that with them, and it no longer felt foreign to refer to it as her pussy.
Clayton grinned and murmured, “Oh, yeah?” He leaned forward and licked again, this time flicking his tongue deeper into her slit and lapping at her juices before giving her clit a teasing swipe.
She braced her hand on his shoulders and panted happily. “Yeah, definitely.”
Clayton gave her hip a pat and said, “In you go, Lydi.”
She pinned up her hair and then did as he asked, sighing luxuriously as she climbed into the big tub. “Are you going to join me?”
Chance said, “No, baby. We’re going to shower, and then we have preparations to make.” Squatting down at the side of the tub, he asked, “You’re sure you want to do this, this afternoon?”
Lydia nodded and earnestly looked into his eyes. “I’ll beg if I have to.”
Chance smiled at her and shook his head. “You are an amazing woman, Lydia. You could have us wrapped around your little finger and you still ask so sweetly. How could I deny you anything?”
She leaned toward him and kissed him then said, “I love you, handsome.”
Clayton stood at the door, and when Chance rose to leave Clayton said, “Stay in the tub and soak, Lydi. We’ll come get you when we’re ready. Just relax for now.
Clayton kept her guessing at times. He seemed to appreciate it when she was direct in asking for what she wanted from him, but there were times when he was equally straightforward and she liked that very much, too.
She heard movement in the house on the stairs, and the showers came on in the men’s bathroom. Thunder rumbled again in the distance, seeming a little closer than last time. The heat seeped into her muscles, and her body gradually went limp against the sloped side of the tub. She was glad she’d taken the weekend off and not done any work. A couple of days off had been just what she’d needed, but she attributed the languid, relaxed state she was in to her men.
She thought of the book she’d brought downstairs and was relieved she hadn’t embarrassed them by revealing that she knew about its presence. In thinking about it, she realized that they were indeed recreating the scene from the book. The ranchers left their lady to soak in a tub of hot, scented water, while they made their preparations. Smiling lazily, she waited for the next act. She was dimly aware of her phone signaling an incoming text message from its place on her bedside table, but she chose to ignore it. Anyone texting her now was waiting until tonight for a return call.
* * * *
Ace laid his phone in the console of the Hummer as he drove toward Divine. He’d texted Lydia from Discretion’s parking lot before heading home with Summer. She smiled at him from the passenger seat.
“Don’t worry. She’ll call you when she can,” she said quietly, then pointed out the window. “Look at that.”
It had been an arid summer and dried-up corn shucks swirled inside a dust devil in a plowed-under field just outside of town. He slowed as the speed limit dropped on the edge of town.
The sky was dark, and thunderstorms had been predicted in the area. Ace felt a sense of anticipation as though the elements were gathering strength for a real storm that might finally end the dry spell. Too many farmers had already plowed their unproductive crops under for it to help them, but the break in the weather and high temperatures would be a welcome change.
Divine was quiet this Sunday afternoon, with not much traffic moving. Everyone tried to stay indoors on these days where the temperature soared into the triple digits by noon.
“Grace told me that she met Chance and Clayton’s new girlfriend. Maya brought her into the store yesterday after I left to meet you for lunch. They said she’s a sweetheart and very pretty. She offered to cook for Maya’s wedding reception.”
“Oh, yeah?” he asked absentmindedly. He wondered how Lydia was doing and felt increasingly guilty about putting off calling her. She must be at work or she would have called him by now. He decided he would call back and leave a message when they got to the house, asking her to get in touch with him immediately. He needed to get this over with because it was really bugging him.
He was honestly happy for Chance and Clayton Carlisle. “They’re good guys.”
Ace thought they deserved someone to love them the way Summer loved him and Kemp. Life was so much better with her in it. He squeezed her hand and she squeezed back.
“Can we stop at Batson’s?” Summer suddenly asked. “I just remembered we’re out of coffee.”
“Sure.” He hit the blinker and pulled into the parking lot in the next block up.
“I’ll be right back. Coffee is all we need,” she said as she opened the door and quickly climbed from the vehicle. She’d moved so fast that he didn’t have time to get out and open it for her.
With the air conditioner running, he watched the front of the store, waiting for her pretty blonde head to come into view at the cashier stand so he could catch the door for her when she came back out.
Out of habit he scanned the front of the store and the surrounding area. His eyes settled on a vehicle only partially visible through the windows of the grocery store. It was parked in a lot a couple of blocks down from the grocer’s. It was very familiar and rather uncommon, so it drew more than the casual glance from him.
He was blocked from getting a good look at it by all the sale signs taped in the store windows. He growled to himself when he missed Summer coming out of the store and she climbed into the Hummer without his help.
“Ready?” she asked when he kept peering through the glass. He backed out of the parking spot and drove to the exit that led out to Main Street. He slowed to a stop at the next intersection and peered at the red 1973 Karmann Ghia parked in front of Divine Auto Repair. He waited for another vehicle to turn and then proceeded through the intersection.
Summer said, “So anyway, I was telling you about Chance and Clayton’s new arrival on the ranch. Grace said she looked strikingly familiar to her when she met her in the grocery store and then Rachel confirmed i
t when I talked to her today. Rachel didn’t say much else, except that she had beautiful, pale-turquoise eyes.” What Summer was saying only partly registered as he rolled ever closer to the auto repair shop.
What the fuck?
He pulled into the parking lot and sat staring at the telltale bumper sticker on Gunther’s rear end. Life is better in Bliss, CO. He realized Summer had gone quiet.
Staring at the car, he murmured, “I’m sorry, kitten. I missed the last part of what you said.”
“I said Lydia has pale-turquoise eyes. Why are we stopping?”
Ace nearly strained his neck when his head swiveled as he turned to look at her. “What?”
Summer suddenly sat back in the car, her eyebrows drawing together, and he realized he must have said that louder than he’d intended. His heart made like a jackhammer in his chest. “I’m sorry, kitten. You said Chance and Clayton’s girlfriend has pale-turquoise eyes?”
“Yes. I remember Chance telling me once that they were like greenish-blue turquoise. He bought Lydia some turquoise jewelry for that very reason.”
Ace cradled his head in his hands and growled, “Oh, fuck me.”
Summer chuckled and replied, “Well, not that I don’t find the offer scintillating, big boy, but you don’t look in a fit mood for me to fuck. You want to tell me what’s going on?”
Ace gestured out the window. “That is my sister’s car. I’d know it anywhere.”
“Really? Wow. Wonder what it’s doing in Divine.”
“My sister, Lydia. Lydia Webster.”
“Lydia? You mean—”
“My sister, Lydia with the greenish-blue eyes.”
“That Lydia? Her name is Lydia?”
“Yeah. I guess somehow we never mentioned her name. What a dumb-ass I am.”
“Well, you’ve been a bit busy, with that whole blog mess and the crazy shooter and trying to help Patrick Owen. It’s a simple mistake. Are you okay, Ace? Ace?”
Ace barely heard her as all the parts started fitting into place. His baby sister with two grown men. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on Chance and Clayton Carlisle. Wait until Kemp finds out. They’d better hope he doesn’t have access to duct tape.
The shit had hit the fan.
“Ace? Talk to me, honey.” Summer didn’t sound concerned. She almost sounded amused. He failed to see what was so amusing. He hit Duke on his speed dial.
“Hey, boss.”
“You at the house?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m almost home. Wait for me.”
“Sure thing.”
His thoughts whirred in his brain as he drove home. Lightning struck nearby as Summer took her phone out and sent a text message. He hoped she was texting Kemp because he needed him as well. The wind gusted, blowing dried leaves and dust into the air.
At the house, he pulled close to the front door, helped Summer from the vehicle and into the house then asked her to wait for him inside. Big, fat drops of rain began falling as he climbed into the wind-buffeted van and found Duke at work on one of the laptops.
“Quite a storm brewing out there. What do you need?”
“Can you show me the footage from Discretion yesterday? You said you thought you saw Lydia in the shop.”
“Sure. Give me just a second to find it.” Duke turned his chair from his work table and began searching for the footage. After a minute, during which Ace planned the demise of the Lydia’s corruptors, Duke said, “Here it is. That is her, isn’t it?”
“Shit.” Those cowboys were fucking his baby sister. “Thanks, Duke.”
He climbed from the van and strode back to the Hummer, barely noticing the wind, rain, or leaves blowing all around him. Kemp wasn’t home yet. Slamming the vehicle into gear, he tore down the driveway, not caring that he probably left a black mark on the raindrop-dampened pavement.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Clayton smiled as he gazed upon Lydia. The Neanderthal that lurked within him was beating his chest with satisfaction, too. He’d told her his goal was to have her as relaxed as possible, but his underlying, unspoken goal was also to bring her to a state of heightened arousal. Not easy to achieve since the goals seemed opposite of each other. But she was definitely there.
Thunder cracked in the distance as he and Clayton worked the last traces of work-related tension from her muscles. Her cheeks were suffused with a rosy color that belied the relaxed state her body was in. Part of that was because of their positioning.
Lydia lay face down on a thick bath sheet on the double chaise lounge in their living room. Clayton was on his haunches, straddling her thighs and massaging her lower back and ass. Chance was in the same position, directly in front of and facing her, massaging her shoulders, arms, and upper back. The curves of the chaise lounge were such that her neck was not arched uncomfortably and she was practically face-to-face with Chance’s very erect cock.
He’d chosen this room because the forecasted storm was coming from the southeast and they would be able to see it through the windows at the front of the house as they both made love to her.
She’d asked for The Rancher’s Lady, and that was what had happened in the book. With any other woman, the notion of replaying a scene from a book would have struck him as laughable and cheesy, but putting all of this together and seeing how she reacted made him hotter than hell.
Clayton poured a little more of the lightly scented massage oil into his hands and gave Chance a little more as well. The fragrance of lavender hung in the air, and Clayton felt that all three of them had entered some state of heightened awareness as they slowly kneaded her muscles. Lydia groaned when Chance gently squeezed the muscles in her shoulders, and Clayton’s painfully hard cock tingled in response.
With his freshly oiled fingers, Clayton stroked a light line down her lower back and into the cleft of her ass. He grinned as she tilted her round, little ass up to him, giving him greater access.
“Clayton,” she breathed out softly, and her voice had a sexy, panting quality to it that told him the time was drawing near. From that point forward he focused solely on her ass. Squeezing both cheeks in his hands, he watched as she gasped and tilted up to him again. He could tell by her movements and her wiggling that she was very turned on by the attention to her ass.
Clayton looked up at Chance, and when his brother nodded he switched to the bottle of lubricant on the side table. He poured a clear stream of it into his hand as lightning crackled across the horizon outside the window. Lydia gasped as the thunder boomed moments later. Clayton couldn’t have asked for a better setting than this for their first ménage. The tension was palpable in the air.
He rubbed his fingertips across each other and then massaged the inner area of her cleft around the tight rosette of her asshole. She lurched in surprise but then settled immediately as Chance leaned down and whispered in her ear and stroked her back until she relaxed again.
Clayton squeezed and stroked her derriere until she wiggled at him again and then extended his thumbs downward to her glistening, swollen pussy. Droplets of her own juices seeped from her lips and he stroked them, spreading the lubricant and her own slick moisture around her entrance.
“Oooh!” she moaned when a single fingertip slid effortlessly into her cunt. His dick bobbed and jerked with desperate need to go there, but he controlled the urge.
Another gasp escaped her as he pressed his thumbs against her outer pussy lips and drew his thumbs firmly back to the area around her asshole, still massaging her. He flipped the top on the lubricant and her breathing reached a staccato rhythm as he dripped more of the lubricant onto his fingertips. She must have been anticipating where he would place it.
He pressed his lubricated thumb to her tightly clenched asshole and rubbed in a circular motion as he said, “This sweet, little asshole is about to be mine, isn’t it, Lydi?”
“Oh, yes,” she whispered, pressing back against his thumb in an erotic, sinuous movement. He glanced up at his brother, and Cha
nce made eye contact and rolled his lust-filled eyes at him.
He massaged the tight ring with deliberate, circular strokes and said, “Soon your snug little bottom is going to be full of my cock.”
Lydia murmured, “Clayton, I’m about to come just listening to you talk like that.”
Clayton chuckled with satisfaction. “Good, Lydi. You come as many times as you want to. There are no limits on your pleasure.”
Wind buffeted the windowpane, and branches on the trees billowed outside the window. Lightning cracked nearby, and he fought the impatient, urgent need to fuck her this moment. She undulated against his massaging thumb and cried out as it slid into her virgin ass to the first knuckle.
“Oh! Ooooh!”
“Easy, Lydi,” Clayton murmured as he stroked her derriere with his free hand. She settled against the chaise again but didn’t stop flexing her hips as he stroked his well-lubricated thumb in and out of her ass.
Chance lowered himself so he could reach her mouth with his and kissed her as she braced herself on her elbows. She moaned against Chance's lips as Clayton poured a few more drops directly into her cleft and on her quivering asshole before returning his thumb to gently pump it deeper into her ass.
Her sounds grew more urgent, and Clayton grinned as he slid his free hand around her thigh to her pussy and stroked between her drenched lips. She whimpered and froze as he matched the strokes circling her clit with the ones in and out of her ass. Chance released her lips as her asshole and pussy clenched in a violent spasm and she rocked hard against his hands.
“Ooooh!”
Her head flopped on the chaise and she held on to Chance as she rode each sensual wave of her climax.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s right, Lydi.”
“Good, baby,” Chance murmured as he winked at Clayton.
That was the first of several he hoped to give her today. Clayton had never met another woman like Lydia, and he prayed that he and Chance had many years to learn all there was to know about her. That thought strengthened his resolve to give her the perfect first ménage experience, no matter what. He leaned down and kissed her flawless ass cheek.
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