Bang the Blower (Country Roads 3)

Hank joined her in the tub while Duke undressed. He slid into the water, sitting at the opposite end. Gripping her calf, he drew her ankle toward him, placing light kisses as he inched closer to her knee.

“Easy,” she said, jerking when his hands cupped her thigh.

“Does it still hurt?” Hank asked, feeling foolish for making such an inquiry.

“It doesn’t feel good,” she told him, twisting around but scooting away from him in the process.

Duke joined them. He sat on the side of the whirlpool, his legs splayed, opened on either side of her head. She seemed to make room, accommodate him after he positioned himself behind her, his body drifting into the water in order to sit with his cock against her ass.

Hank had to give him credit. He gained the best seat in the tub.

“Hmm,” Duke muttered, moving her hair away from her nape. “I had forgotten how much I love bathing with you.”

The tub was big enough to accommodate four, a request Hank made when he had the bathroom designed. He’d told his interior decorator that he wanted a therapeutic whirlpool, and picked out this particular model. Truth told, he’d always had this in mind.

Digging his fingers into her leg, Hank caressed her as Duke massaged her shoulders. Duke’s expression was solemn as his hands propelled lower, and Hank knew he was viewing what he’d seen earlier by the pool. Those scars and burns were enough to shake him, enough to rattle the best of men.

“You two never had any patience,” Julie accused, glancing at Duke before glaring at him.

“You could’ve locked your door,” Duke pointed out, his lips meeting her skin.

Julie dropped her head back, tilting her chin to the side. Her eyes closed, and she moaned when Duke hit the right mark, an erogenous spot Hank remembered well—right between her shoulder blades.

“I locked my bedroom door,” she informed them.

“Which one?” Hank inquired, realizing she probably didn’t know about the door at the back of her walk-in closet, the passageway which led straight to his private suite.

She narrowed her gaze. “What do you mean which one? The only one that would’ve been locked to prevent the two of you coming in here and…and…”

“And what?” Hank asked, running his hands up and down her legs.

“You know what,” she bit out.

“I think she must’ve taken a hard lick on the head when she crashed that dragster,” Duke said, nuzzling her ear. “She used to fire out the comebacks, and now it takes her a little while.”

“That’s not funny, Duke,” she snapped.

“No, but it’s true,” Hank said, forcing her legs apart. “You may be more difficult than you were before, but now you have to think about things before you spit out fighting words.”

“Stop,” she ordered, her voice firm, her request sharp.

“No,” Hank said, walking his hands toward the prize again, sliding her way as he maneuvered his fingers closer to her pussy.

Duke bracketed his arms around her upper chest, his arms pressing down on her breasts as he held her against him. Her full mounds looked ready to pop, and good Lord, her nipples were hard enough to make a man’s mouth water for a nibble, thirst for a bite.

Rising to his knees, Hank gripped his cock and rubbed the tip over the texture of her lips. “Here, subbie. Tease me.”

Her eyes were hooded and lazy as she turned her cheek. “I didn’t promise head tonight.”

“Your body may be battered and bruised, but as far as I can tell, there’s not a thing wrong with your mouth.”

She smiled as she licked the tip, sampling a taste of him. “I never said there was anything wrong with my mouth or tongue, Hank.”

“Prove it,” he dared her, pressing his palm to the top of her head, guiding her.

“Sucking cock is an acquired taste,” she complained, acting as if she’d never tried giving a blow job before, or perhaps, had no interest in giving him head again. “I’ll have to think about this.”

“You’re teasing him, Julie,” Duke rasped, pinching her nipple. “Hank doesn’t like to be tested.”