Sex Drive (Country Roads 1)

Rex’s eyes followed hers as she looked beyond where he stood and focused on that large piece of massive furniture, now quite intimidating since Lucy realized what the night held in store. “This is what you want.”

Rex wasn’t one to ask. He was the kind of cowboy who took the reins, jumped in the saddle, and yelled “giddy up.”

“You couldn’t possibly understand what I want or need,” Lucy remarked, her pussy clenching as she thought of the passion awaiting them.

“I saw you that night. You watched us. I remember your eyes, Lucy. The lust and longing existed there, overshadowing the resentment and betrayal.”

“You knew I was here?” she asked, realizing her voice cracked. “Then why—”

“What could I do?” Rex asked, interrupting her.

“You could’ve stopped,” she suggested quietly, halting just inches outside the double French doors leading to the dining room. “You should’ve told her you didn’t care about her. You should’ve told her you were falling in love with me!”

“Well then,” Luke said. “Maybe you should’ve barged right in and told that gal she shouldn’t have been shooting whiskey with your fellas. We can all point fingers here, but why bother? It’s the past, Lucy, and the fact is, none of us were ready for a commitment. Hell, you were already talking about leavin’ town.”

“I should’ve done a lot of things, but Luke’s right. There were other ways you could’ve handled yourself as well.”

“What did you expect me to do? Rush in and threaten her? Beat her ass for touching yours?”

Luke shoved his hands in his pockets. “That would’ve been the best solution. If you think about it, if you’d joined us, we might have moved on from there.”

Instead, years had passed. They’d aged. Lovers had come and gone. Time was lost and insignificant memories were made while knowledge was gained. They’d met other people who perhaps impacted their lives, but hardly shaped them.

“You never would’ve looked at me the same way again,” Lucy whispered. “And I wouldn’t have been able to forgive you for putting me in that situation.”

Rex cupped her cheek and kissed her lips, his mouth barely brushing past hers. “Lucy, you would’ve been welcome. You can always join us.”

Lucy blinked. Was he serious? Was he trying to seduce her while offering her a standing invitation to visit his bed anytime, regardless of who occupied the space beside him? She looked away from Rex and focused on Luke. “Is that really what the two of you want and expect?”

“I didn’t see you that night, Lucy,” Luke said, answering a question she would’ve eventually asked.

Her gaze sliced through Rex. She wondered then if Rex would ever change. She’d known pain that day, a dull ache that eventually went away, but something else happened, too.

She’d discovered desire like never before. The passing years did nothing to sate the longing. If anything, her cravings intensified.

Chapter Six

From the moment Luke first saw her again, he knew. It was like anticipating a storm and bracing for high winds or damaging hail. The first raindrop would soon fall, and once the lightning flashed and the thunder rolled, it was hard to predict when nature’s wrath would end.

Lucy was ready to play by their rules. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind. Maybe she hadn’t planned this. He knew she hadn’t. But one way or the other, she was going to their bed, and she’d probably stay once she’d found her place there again.

How long she’d remain was the real question. Lucy had a promising career, a bright future. Did she love them enough to make room for them in her busy life?

Rex drew the curtains. Luke turned the lights down low. She stood right inside the doorway with her hands loosely clasped in front of her body, watching them with wide eyes full of hope.

“Can I fix you a drink?” Luke offered.

“She doesn’t drink,” Rex reminded him.

“Actually, I’d love a scotch on the rocks.”

“You’re not drinking a man’s drink,” Rex told her.

“Then I’m not going to a man’s bed,” she stated firmly.

“We’ll see about that,” Rex said, his hands running across the first of many shirt buttons. His gaze held hers, and he stalked her, taking one step at a time as he pursued her. His white shirt was open, and he toyed with his belt buckle, deliberately working his fingers over the shiny, brass piece in an obvious effort to make her look.

Luke walked over to the bar. “She can have a drink. We’re celebrating tonight.”