Acres, Natalie - Sex Drive [Country Roads 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

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.”

Standing 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.”

She shifted her weight, and Rex washed her. “You wax your pussy.”

A reply wasn’t necessary. She tossed her hair behind her, resting the back of her head on Luke’s chest. She moaned and whimpered as Rex took his time wiping the area between her folds and Luke bathed her from the rear, occasionally pausing long enough to grind against her.

Lucy wrapped her arm around Luke’s neck and closed her eyes. Her breathing became labored as Rex and Luke prepared her. Within minutes, their rags and soap were placed in the shower organizer, but they didn’t stop caressing her.

“I’m as hard as fucking steel,” Luke complained, taking her hips in his hands. Pushing against her, he forced her forward.

Luke ground behind her, and Rex settled against the slick shower wall, wondering how much resistance any of them possessed. “Come here, lover. It’s time to take your medicine.”

“My medicine, huh?” she asked, inching closer.

He pulled his cock through his hand, giving himself firm, solid strokes. “All bad little girls take their medicine.”

“And naughty boys administer it, right?” she asked, shivering when Luke’s pace changed, the teasing stepping up a pace.

“Damn, I need something more than this,” Luke complained, tweaking her nipple until she literally purred.

She knelt next to Rex, and he looked on, admiring the innocent qualities Lucy possessed and wondering then if she’d ever been as intimate with any other man. Unable to ask right then for fear of what might spoil their moment, he grabbed her wrist and placed her palm against his cock.

“What would you do for this?” he asked, watching as her fingers closed around his width.

“Right now?” She raised her brows. “A lot.”

“Show me,” he encouraged her. “Demonstrate what you’re willing to do and I may reward you, subbie.”

With her hands on his knees, she scooted forward. Her mouth opened, her jaw dropped, and he would’ve been in the throes of ecstasy if Luke hadn’t fucked everything up.

* * * *

“Oh no you don’t,” Luke said, gently clutching a handful of hair and holding his fist tight against her nape. He nodded toward the bagful of toys. “You aren’t ready yet, lover.”

“Yes, I am,” she promised. “You know how long we’ve all waited to be together.”

“Ain’t happenin’ yet, sugar,” Luke informed her, rummaging through his bag of tricks.

Rex looked like he could kill him, but he sort of owed big brother. After all this time, he’d never known Rex had seen Lucy watching them with Marilyn until his recent confession to Lucy.

Rex grunted when he literally pulled Lucy away from her squatted position. Taking a large dildo out of his bag, he waved the thick shaft inches from her face. “Do you remember this?”