Her guess was a good one. “You did what?”
“He ain’t too good to work the land, if he’s gonna live here,” Luke drawled, taking a seat on the edge of her paper-infested desk.
“What exactly are you talking about?” Lucy demanded. “Do you know who he is?”
“I don’t care who he is,” Rex replied. “If he’s making a move from the city to the country, he might as well get used to heavy-duty farm work.”
Lucy took a deep breath. In the distance, Billy started that silly baby talk, bantering back and forth with his wife. “I’ve been waiting for him to arrive here all day!”
“Then you should’ve answered his call when he rang you this morning.”
“I was in the blasted shower!”
Luke rubbed his jaw. “Is that where he was supposed to meet you?”
“What?” Lucy asked, shaking her head because she wasn’t sure she’d heard the question correctly.
Rex stalked her. He stood inches in front of her. Sex appeal rolled off the man as easily as hot butter slips over an ear of corn. “You needed to get some work done today, so we kept your guest busy. We didn’t want him to disturb you, so we made sure he got a good workout. We thought he might appreciate life on the farm. I didn’t know he wasn’t used to working for a living. Kid has been spoiled and pampered. He’s used to the easy life.”
“That’s the truth,” Luke added. “I wish you could’ve seen him muckin’ stalls. He whined more than you used to when your granddad made you help us in the stables. We tried our doggone best to work the lazy out of him, but it’ll take more than a day to do that.”
Good God, she was mad. “Do you think Billy is my…” She stopped. But of course they did. She was just about ready to play it for all it was worth, too, but Billy sort of ruined her intentions.
“I have an audience, honey. I know. I miss you, too. You’re my sugar bear with honey. Ah yes. I know where to find that sweet-tasting sugar.”
“Oh for the love of God,” she said, rolling her eyes and storming across the room. “Billy is one of my drivers, you morons. He’s racing in Nashville this weekend, and considering the drive he just made from Dallas, the hard labor you two had him perform, and that wife of his, I’ll probably have to put him to bed and let him rest until Friday!”
“Your driver?” Luke asked, arching a brow.
“Yes!” Lucy replied, grabbing a handful of papers and shaking them at him. “I own a race team in case you’ve forgotten! I have several drivers coming in this week before we race in Nashville. Believe it or not, this is not a good time for your domineering games. This team has a job to do, and with my move, trust me, we don’t have a moment to spare!”
“Is that a fact?” Luke asked, taunting her.
“Yes,” she informed them, glancing at Billy who was leaned back with his eyes closed, the phone still clutched in his hand. “I don’t have time for your stunts, guys. Not right now.”
“Well, ain’t that a damned shame?” Rex asked, grabbing her by the hand and shoving it against his swollen cock.
Jerking away, she glared at him until she saw double, which wasn’t a good thing considering she barely managed one Rex McDavid. “I’m not doing this,” she said, storming toward the door.
Luke caught her around the waist, tossed her over his shoulder, and nodded to Billy in passing. “Make yourself at home. We’ll bring her back tomorrow.”
“Luke McDavid! Put me down!” she exclaimed, slapping her hands against his back.
His large, firm palm came down against her ass. “I will, doll. Just as soon as I get you home, I’ll let you down nice and easy.”
“This is not what I want!”
Rex chuckled. “Have it your way. If you don’t want to take things slow, we’ll give it to you hard and fast, but one way or another, you’re sleeping in our bed tonight. As a matter of fact, you might want to notify your drivers and everyone else you employ. I have a vacant spot in my bed, and I want you to fill it. Not just this evening but for all the nights following this one.”
Luke smacked her bottom again, and she yelped. Then, she held very still, wishing for another wallop across her backside. Good heavens she’d forgotten how much she enjoyed an erotic spanking.
“If you behave, we may let you leave us long enough to see your cars race this Saturday,” Rex told her, pinching the side of her breast. “But that’s only if you play nice, Lucy.”
Chapter Eight
The dining room was bad luck. Luke thought so five years ago, and now, after Lucy walked out the night before, he was convinced. He stormed in the house, took the front stairs two at a time, and hurried down the hallway, heading for the master suite, the room they’d always used for their extracurricular activities.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, her voice quieter than before. Her fight was gone, and that pleased him to no end.
Then again, he knew Lucy. She never quit unless she crossed a finish line and secured an outright win.
“Rex and I need a shower,” he said, nudging the bedroom door with the toe of his boot. “You can help us get cleaned up.”
She moaned.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you?” Luke asked, moistening his lips.
“I like my independence.”
“If you like your freedom,” Rex informed her, “you’ll earn it.”
She grunted.
“I’m not kidding,” Rex said, winking.
She sighed.
“These sound effects are making me horny,” Luke confessed. “Think we can all practice a few of those together? I make some pretty loud O-noises. You know what those are, don’t ’cha?”
“Let me guess. The sounds you make when you’re getting off?”
“Good guess.”
Rex watched them together. He was quiet, which wasn’t all that unusual, but Luke couldn’t help but worry about Rex. He’d seen the way he’d scared off other women they’d had in their beds, and the dark passion he felt for Lucy was enough to frighten anyone, even practiced submissives embedded in the lifestyle.
Rex wasn’t one for romance and flowers. He took the Domination and submission bit to the extreme at times, insisting he was the real thing, uninterested in role play, quite convinced he could slip into the life and times of a Dom trainer. He’d even mentioned training slaves, rather than submissives, a passing fantasy Luke never saw him fulfill.
Luke rarely argued with him. Rex was a wannabe, but if he had a good time believing he was the Dom other Doms emulated, then what the hell? Why not congratulate him? As far as Luke was concerned, he could crack the whips and bring out the chains.
Then again, Lucy didn’t know the Rex other women had experienced. Luke didn’t want Lucy uncomfortable, and he never wanted her to feel threatened.
On the flipside, Lucy had changed, too. There were years unaccounted for where Luke and Rex weren’t certain of what she did or where she spent her time. Today, there was something in her expression that suggested she realized what they held in store. She was excited, rather than composed, anxious instead of indifferent.
Lucy longed for them. She’d waited for this. He could see it in her eyes. Now, he wanted to feel it in her touch.
* * * *
Luke placed her on the vanity like she was a china doll. Rex entered behind them carrying bath towels and washcloths. She watched them kick off their boots, lose their hats, and slip off their denim jeans and loose-fitting shirts. They each had sunburns. Their cheeks were pink, their shoulders red. Even with Luke’s dark complexion, his skin looked like it earned too much favor from the sun’s rays.
Rex wore briefs. Luke sported boxers. She copped a smile, leaned back against the mirror, supporting her weight by pressing her palms to the flat surface beneath her.
“You were rude to my guest.”
“You think so?” Rex asked.
“Nay,” Luke said. “We were just tryin’ to make him feel welcome.”
“That’s right,�
�� Rex added. “We wanted to get to know him since he’ll be staying next door.”
“You were impossible. Billy has been on the road over twenty hours. He drove straight through, and he got lost along the way.”
“Damn guy is lucky he didn’t disappear altogether after he said he was looking for you,” Rex told her.
Lucy grinned. “Oh really? Was it the fact he was looking for me or the possibility that you thought he was sleeping with me that almost earned him headline news coverage?”
Rex snarled. “Just be glad he’s a likeable guy.”
“And be thankful he’s not in bed with ya,” Luke added.
Lucy’s nostrils flared. These two had accomplished something no one else had been able to do. They made her quick to anger. “Do you realize I have another seven or eight drivers coming to stay with me?”
“I hope you haven’t fucked any of them,” Rex remarked. He wasn’t kidding. He wasn’t smiling.
“That’s none of your business,” Lucy snapped, dropping her gaze to Rex’s protruding cock.
“Want me to convince you it is?” Rex asked.
“I think we may need to do just that,” Luke added.
Lucy’s nipples hardened. The firm beads pressed against her bra. Her mouth dried as she observed the two cowboys she’d loved since she was a teenager, since she realized there was even such a thing called love.
Rex took a step toward her. He cupped her nape and looked deeply into her eyes. “Are you nervous?”
“No,” she said calmly.
“Liar,” he whispered, stroking her lips with his.
“I’m not,” she breathed, her tongue darting out to meet and accept his.
Immediately, they were locked in a lovers’ passionate kiss. Their tongues dueled. His body moved against hers. Her mouth fed from his.
Rex stepped between her parted knees and pressed his fingers to her moist pants, finding the V-shape between her legs. “Ah, Lucy. How I’ve missed you.”
She framed his face and kissed him deeper then, her tongue thrusting in and out of his mouth as she stole away with the ravenous moment she longed to have. Then, she released him, turned to Luke, and crooked her finger back and forth.
As one McDavid slipped away, another took his place. Luke’s heavy tongue lapped at her mouth, licking through the seam of her lips. When he cupped her breast, she moaned, arching her neck and allowing him access to her favorite erogenous zone, one only a McDavid could find.
Luke traced her collarbone back and forth, his tongue dragging quite deliberately with building confidence. “Relax.”
“Luke,” she whimpered, pressing her breast into the shape of his hand. He tweaked her nipple, and her thighs trembled, an incredible sensation zipping down her chest, across her navel, and straight to her pussy.
“Shh, baby, shh,” he whispered. “Hold still and let me pamper you.”
Rex started the shower behind them. In a matter of seconds, steam filled the large bathroom. Luke loosened her shirt, rubbing his knuckles against her full breast as he released one button after the next.
Lucy helped him. Greedily removing her top and bra, she watched a spark of lust ignite in his eyes as she freed her breasts and wiggled away from her pants.
“Damn,” Rex said, gulping. “You have implants.”
“Why? Is it so hard to believe I hit a growth spurt?”
“Considering you were in your twenties when you left here and you didn’t have those?”
“I take it you like them,” she remarked, fingering her nipples.
“Holy hell,” Rex rasped.
“You’re beautiful,” Luke told her, looping his arms around her lower back and drawing her against his chest. Coarse hairs brushed against her nipples, and she shivered.
“Come here, hon,” he said, lifting her to him. “I wanna watch you.”
He carried her to the shower, walked in the stall, placed her on the ceramic tile seat, and then exited, leaving her to anticipate and await the arrival of another nearby McDavid.
Through the mist and fog coating the shower door, she saw Rex step away from his briefs. A second later he stood under the showerhead, the spray of hot water rushing over his hard, toned body. And her mouth watered at the sight as he dumped a heap of shampoo on top of his head. “Come here, Lucy.”
Like a submissive aiming to please, Lucy went to him. He took her hand and urged her forward, not that she needed a particular amount of additional coaxing.
Rex turned around, stood under the spigot, and handed her a bar of soap. “Wash my back?”
“Say please,” she teased.
He looked over his shoulder and said, “Do I need to punish you for sassing me?”
“No, sir.”
“That’s better,” he crooned. “You remember how this is done, don’t you, subbie?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, lathering soap in her hands before massaging the suds into his shoulders and back.
“Ah,” he breathed. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“Not yet, we aren’t,” she said, provoking a power struggle. “But if you behave, then maybe we will before the night is over.”
“I was about to say the very same thing.”
Chapter Nine
Rex stared down at his hard prick and wondered how he’d survive a shower without fucking her. He and Luke had agreed they’d wait to take her, but with his veins stretching his length to a near-painful size, he wondered if he possessed any amount of self-control.
Lucy’s hands were like soft cotton. She stroked his shoulder blades, fingered the hair at his nape, and rubbed his lower back, applying pressure with her thumbs. She didn’t reach. She knew better than to ask. She’d played with them before and Lucy knew the score.
Besides, the only time she’d defied them in the past was when she’d wanted her spankings, and dear God, how he used to love to whip her bare ass. Her mouth went to his ear, and he held his breath. Her sweet tongue lapping at his ear was better than a first Tennessee autumn wind. Light and carefree, she blew a steady stream of hot air against his lobe, bracketing her arms around his waist where she immediately drew his back to her bare breasts.
“Wait for Luke, Lucy,” he warned.
“Where’d he go?” she asked in a small voice.
“He’ll be back,” he said, guiding her arms higher.
Thinking he’d contained her, stopped her from reaching for his rigid cock, Rex released his grip and moved his head from side to side, savoring the intimate connection, the start of something far more explicit.
Her fingers slid upward. She tweaked his nipples, pinching the flat discs until he moaned aloud. “Lucy…”
“No,” she said, tightening her grip. “Let me touch you. Let me drive you crazy.”
“You do, vixen,” he crooned, guiding her hands to his nipples, showing her how he liked to have them pinched, fingered, and roughly caressed.
“Like this?” she asked, rubbing the pads of her fingers over his erect points.
“Exactly like that,” he replied, facing her then. At the same time, Luke joined them.
“Sure took you long enough,” Lucy told him, staring down at the plastic bag he carried with him. She peered over the top, stretching her neck to see what he had hanging behind the bag.
“That’s exactly what I thought when you moved back,” Luke said, setting aside his bag of tricks. “You took the long way home, doll.”
“The scenic route,” she whispered.
Rex wondered then if there was an underlying meaning there. Had Lucy been involved with numerous men? Had she sunk into the lifestyle they’d first introduced?
Pointing at the corner stool, he said, “Sit down, lover. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
Luke took Rex’s place under the shower spray, adjusting the settings so he enjoyed a full-scale water massage. Rex sat on the tile seat, dragging a bar of soap over a plush pink washrag. “I’ve waited a long time for this.”
Standi
ng in front of him with her legs parted, Lucy asked, “Are you going to bathe me, Master?”
He stared into those knowing eyes, lost in a picture-perfect moment. Slowly, he ran the cloth across Lucy’s sensational, diamond-shaped nipples, loving the way she flinched as his fingers touched the taut points. Good Lord, she had such full, ripe breasts. Extraordinary enhancements for an extraordinary lady.
After he bathed her chest, he worked the washcloth down her flat stomach, paying close attention to the way she arched to him, particularly when he dipped a little lower, implying he was ready to cleanse the area between her legs. He deserted her midsection and lifted her left arm, running the bar across her elbow and forearm before moving to her right side.
Lucy was unusually quiet. She moved with him, swaying from side to side as she responded to his touch, stretched with him as he reached for strategic spots to bathe.
Lucy was right where she wanted to be. She’d waited for this moment, for the day when he and Luke would pamper her, caress her, and truly have the opportunity to love her. He saw that much in her curious eyes, the lust filling them, the desire coloring them a deeper shade.
He applied more soap to the cloth and then rubbed his free, uncovered hand over her mound. She flinched when he said, “Hold on to my shoulder. Spread your legs.”
She tilted her head and grinned. “I can wash my own pussy.”
Hearing her defy him sent a shot of arousal straight to his balls. “Sub, spread your legs. You don’t want me to punish you, do you?”
Chill bumps scattered up and down her arms. He glanced over her shoulder. Luke was smiling at her ass. He tucked the large, scented gold bar under a bright pink washcloth and pursued her. With Rex at her front, eye level to her cunt, and Luke behind her, they were positioned and ready.
She was testing him, and Rex knew that much. He was eager to get lost in her body, taste her pussy and play with her nipples, clamp them tight and tease her. Instead, he placed his hand on her hip. Luke reached around her, drawing her against him.
Luke’s mouth went to her ear. “Spread ’em, baby.”
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