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.”