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.
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