Sex Drive (Country Roads 1)

Her breasts became heavy. Her nipples tightened under the rubber stimulators. Wet. Oh damn, she was so wet!

But she couldn’t come.

No matter how hard she tried, no matter how many times she pressed the thick head of her toy inside her vagina, she still couldn’t get off! Finally, after several minutes playing alone, she decided sex really was a team sport.

Flipping onto her stomach, she stared at her cell phone. She wondered what Rex and Luke might do if they came in there and found her like this, playing all by her lonesome. There was only one way to find out.

She picked up her cell phone, stared at clock on the smooth surface, and then tossed the small device away.

There was one way to find out, but she wasn’t about to make that call. She’d do without before she’d beg the McDavids to come over and lend a helping hand.

Removing the rubber nipple suckers, she sighed. She glared at the vibrator she once considered a woman’s best friend. This had been an uneventful evening, but at least she hadn’t groveled for Rex or Luke’s affection.

Then again, she’d thought about calling them, and she still might.

Rex and Luke knew her body better than anyone else, and right over the hill, about three football fields beyond the fence line, two cowboys waited. They could keep waiting, unless of course, she couldn’t make it through the night.

Chapter Seven

Rex was bored. He was in an air-conditioned cab, so he counted his blessings as the sun found its place in the mid-morning sky. Still, he wasn’t in the mood to farm. Lucy had been on his mind while he’d steered that large green tractor through the lower hayfields, and he longed to talk to her, even though he’d made himself a promise.

He would hold out and see if Lucy came to them.

There was something different about her, but he couldn’t place what. She still looked the same. Five years had done little in the way of aging her. She had a better body for sure. Tone and fit, Lucy had mentioned working out, and he’d noticed. He’d also observed another feature, one he was certain must’ve cost her a small fortune. She had a great rack. When Lucy left town, she possessed small breasts. Now, she had full boobs and cleavage.

Rex could get lost in a chest like that. Then again, if she had been as flat as a pancake and he had to search for mosquito bite-size bumps, he would’ve nibbled on those, too, and never complained. He loved Lucy for Lucy. He always had. He was just a good old country cowboy who never knew what he had until he damn near lost the love of his life.

Thank God women and horseshoes had a lot in common. There was always a second chance to claim a stake if the player had a little determination. Rex possessed plenty.

Leaning back, Rex thought of the previous night. The way Lucy’s eyes sparkled under the dim lights warmed his heart. She’d nervously played with her hair, locking one strand around her tiny finger and twisting it around and around. He smiled with the memory, thinking about what her little maneuver had brought to mind—a nice, slow screw, lovemaking on nobody’s time.

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p; Lucy had only gotten prettier, and she was still unaware of her beauty. Luke had acted nervous around her, fidgeting more than normal. Rex wondered if his own angst had been as obvious. He’d tried to mind his manners but failed miserably. They’d both screwed up when they’d inquired about her past. He wondered. Did she have a recent past to speak of? Had she come home to mend a broken heart?

He looked in the large oblong mirror and watched Luke and some of the farm hands as they tossed around a few bales of hay. That’s when he spotted a sports car racing up the gravel road at a high rate of speed.

Bringing the tractor and wagon to a halt, Rex jumped out of the enclosed cab and tilted his head toward Luke. “Any idea who that is?”

Luke wheeled around. Together, they watched the car race toward them. “Somebody’s in a pretty big hurry,” Luke said.

Concerned, Rex, narrowed his gaze on the convertible, able to see now that a young man sat behind the steering wheel. Quicker than a cowboy could strip a woman, the car abruptly stopped in front of them, a cloud of dust settling around them.

Luke removed his hat, coughed dramatically, and waved his arms around his head. Rex stood there in disbelief. This guy, whoever he was, apparently didn’t have any manners.

A young fellow hopped out of the car. Wearing khaki shorts, a white T-shirt, and flip-flops, the kid grinned from ear to ear. “Howdy,” he drawled, his Southern speak hardly a match for his attire.

“Howdy,” Luke drawled.

Rex shot Luke a quick glance. Without a doubt, his brother was set to taunt the young gun.

“Is Lucy around?” the kid inquired.

Luke’s smile faded. “Who’s asking?

Sticking his hand out, he said, “Billy Watson.”

“Luke McDavid. This here is my brother, Rex.”