Sex Drive (Country Roads 1)

“That’s what I thought,” Rex said.

“He will do it, Lucy,” Luke warned. “He wants to know what you were thinking. Tell him.”

Lucy looked down the length of her body. When she lifted her gaze again, she said, “I was wondering how I can possibly have a career and family, too.”

Rex’s eyes immediately went wide, and his expression softened. “Is that what you want?”

She remained silent.

“Lucy?” Luke asked, touching her cheek. “Do you want to have a family with us?”

“More than anything in the world.”

Chapter Eleven

Rex went to her. Actually, he more or less jumped over the furniture, knocked over a lamp, and attacked her. In all the years he’d practiced as a Dom, he couldn’t recall a time when he truly lost control, but somehow Lucy stripped him of his powers, or those he thought he possessed, with one simple confession.

She wanted to have his children. She wanted them to become her family. Even though the miles had separated them and time had passed, Lucy had come home certain of what she wanted. Or had she?

Luke was already loosening the cuffs by the time Rex brought her into his arms and kissed her like crazy. He pushed his hands through her silken locks, wrapping strands around his fingers. His tongue wedged between her lips. They were lost in their moment, grinding against one another, groping and touching, kissing their way into what promised to explode into one red-hot night.

Breaking the connection, Rex stared at her. He held her head between his palms. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I’ve always known what I wanted. I ran because I was scared of what I wanted with you, not because of jealousy. I left because I couldn’t remember watching anything more erotic. I decided that day, if I ever returned here, I would go after what I wanted or I just wouldn’t come home.”

“You almost stayed away too long,” Luke told her, winking.

“He’s teasing you,” Rex said.

“Not yet, he isn’t,” she remarked, new spirit lacing her voice. “But soon he will be.”

“Soon, hell,” Luke said, pushing her to the bed. “Try right now.”

Lucy landed against the mattress. Luke spread her legs, positioning his body between her thighs as he used his elbows to nudge her knees apart. He kissed her skin, dragging his tongue up and down her inner thigh. She shifted once, and he smacked her smooth mound. “Lie still.”

Rex sat next to her then, fondling her breasts, squeezing and releasing. Luke’s mouth covered her opening. His tongue flickered inside her channel. He rubbed the little button guaranteed to make her come as he stroked her with his tongue, taking his time, going nice and slow. “She tastes like a slice of sunshine, a dash of rain.”

“Don’t stop,” she said, the back of her hand pressed against her forehead. “I’ll die if you stop.” Her hips shot off the bed. She flattened the soles of her feet against the platform and hoisted herself forward, rolling to and fro as Luke’s tongue pleasured her in ways she never dreamt possible.

“Good?” he asked, pausing to look at her before returning to the task of pleasing her.

“Yes! More!” she exclaimed. “Oh God, Luke, please let me come! I’m dying here! I swear! I’m dying!”

“We can’t have a fatality on our hands,” Rex said, leaning over and kissing her. Their tongues met like lovers in the night, fast and furious. She sipped at Rex’s lips while Luke’s tongue thrummed against her folds. Burying his fingers inside her, he twirled them higher, sinking deeper and deeper as he fingered her.

His tongue never left her. Dear God, his mouth was truly magical.

She squeezed his head with her knees, and he moaned. “Easy, lover.”

“Okay,” she whimpered, trying to steady her voice. “Give me a minute. Let me collect myself.”

Instead of backing away, he came at her full force. He screwed her with a committed oral delivery, deliberately lapping at her saturated intimate lips. Oh heavens, she was close.

Her legs tapped against his head, her knees tightened against his ears. Luke pried her limbs away from him and rose over her. Towering with masculine strength, he placed one palm against the pillow while using his free hand to guide her fingers to his penis, encouraging her grip, helping her secure a tight lock on his cock.

She closed her hand and gave him one tug and then another. She pumped him through her closed fist, enjoying how his length expanded. His excitement dampened her knuckles, and she licked them clean, positively aroused by his scent and taste.

“Ah, Lucy. Right there, hon. Keep that pace. Oh yes! It’s so good.”