Sex Drive (Country Roads 1)

“Oh…Rex! Luke!” she exclaimed. “Fuck harder, faster!”

The ginger worked its magic. Lovers inspired one another. Bodies slapped together. And the end drew closer and closer.

“Too good,” Rex told her, placing his palms on her bottom as he fucked her. “You’re so good at pleasing your Masters, sub.”

The ginger truly affected him then. A salacious red-hot current rocked his world. Lucy squeezed him as he entered her, swaying in tandem, screwing in rhythm.

Luke’s hands dropped to her waist, and he assisted her, enabling a better angle, a more advantageous position. “Good hell, this is fucking surreal.”

“You’re telling me,” Lucy mumbled, complaining because they still hadn’t given her permission to orgasm. “Try sticking ginger fingers up your ass!”

“Fuck!” Rex screamed, his bottom clenching with the mention.

Her beautiful ass bounced against his groin. His balls became heavy, burdened by the release building, the agonizing pain of needed relief driving him forward until he hammered inside her, pounding without reservations.

“Let me come!” she begged, throwing her head back.

Rex noticed the marked strain on Luke’s face as he plunged between her slick walls. “Fuck! I can’t wait! Right now, sub! Come for your Masters.”

A heavy sigh of relief fell from her lips as her body quivered. “Oh God, yes,” she whimpered.

“That’s it, sweet Lucy!” Rex exclaimed, ramming inside her, inspired by the vocal sounds of pure pleasure filling the room. “Come, subbie! Now!”

Her hot little body undulated like never before. She bucked and fucked, screamed and cried, and then she collapsed like they’d taken everything she had to give. Perhaps they had. But in turn, they’d given her everything they had to offer.

The seductive vixen still wanted more.

Chapter Twenty-Two

They’d carried her to the master bath and bathed her. Soaking in the large garden tub, she’d practically dozed off as their hands roamed over her and their bodies surrounded her. She’d been loved hard, pampered well, and all she needed then was sleep.

After her figging experience, Lucy decided behaving herself was imperative. Luke cradled her body and carried her back to bed. He stretched out beside her and nuzzled her cheek. “Rest, baby.”

Barely coherent, she’d fallen asleep in his arms and awoke hours later to the familiar sound of revving engines. The faint reminders of raw sex made her body tingle all over.

“Rex? Luke?”

Luke stepped out of the bathroom. Shaving cream covered his face. “What’s going on?”

“Billy’s car arrived,” he replied. “He’s complaining about the engine. Has been all morning. Rex is ready to send him packing. Is Billy always such a girl?”

Finding a pair of denim shorts, Lucy rushed around the room trying to locate something that matched. She realized then that keeping two residences wasn’t working well. She needed to reside one place or the other.

She must’ve been out of her mind to vacate her home with so many guests in the first place. T

hen again, she thought, taking a stimulating visual tour of the hunk in front of her, she had mighty fine reasons to stay put.

“Billy is high maintenance,” she informed him, refusing to let herself get all worked up. They would leave for Nashville later that afternoon, and she didn’t have time to lie around in bed all day.

“You’re not telling me anything we haven’t already figured out for ourselves.”

“But…” she continued, “he’s always in the money.”

“Well if that’s the case, then you’d better talk to Rex. He can’t wait to rip up his contract. He can’t believe you’ve put up with him as long as you have.”

“He can’t do that!” she screeched, rummaging through Rex’s drawers and locating an old red T-shirt. The hem hung below her crotch, but it didn’t matter. She would have time to worry about fashion matters after Billy left for Middle Tennessee. “Rex can’t start firing our drivers.”

“Technically, he can,” Luke corrected her, rubbing his chin. “You gave him the power to do whatever he wanted to do with the team. Right now, he wants Billy out of here.”