Del was confused. “Understand what?”
“I’m allowing Lily to keep her options open.” The “calf staring at a new gate” look on Del’s face must’ve been obvious because Clay continued, “Where the two of us are concerned, I mean. I’m letting her stew on how she feels about us right now. The fact that she and I have not been intimate again is probably a good thing. She has some choices she needs to make and she’s as busy as a long-tail cat in a rocking chair factory, trying to keep up with everything.”
Did he just say ‘us’ as in, including me? “Meaning?”
“She’s learning my business in the busiest season of the year, she’s going to school, getting a divorce, having renovations done on her house, working out too much, and in need of a solution for the tattoo. This has not been the time to put more pressure on her.”
“I noticed her rubbing her knee.”
Clay nodded. “I have a feeling she’s working out more than she lets on. She likes to study while she exercises, so she can kill two birds with one stone. She’s way ahead with her classes and she’s doing a great job at work.”
“I recall that your employee had a crush on you a few years ago. How does Tabitha treat her?”
Clay rolled his eyes. “I’ve hardly ever had any trouble from Tabitha. Now suddenly she’s moody and insecure. She was really embarrassed after throwing herself at me. I think she thought I’d fire her. Lily and I never do anything inappropriate at work but I’m sure Tabitha suspects there’s something between us.”
“She’s had you all to herself up until now.”
“That’s what Lily said. I hope she simmers down.”
“So, have you had any hint of what she plans to do with the tattoo?”
“No. But I’m looking for a way to encourage her, in whatever way she decides to handle it. Did you decide if you want to come to the hog hunt in January?”
“Yes. I might as well. A break will be nice.”
Lily walked into the living room in mid-yawn, and Del noted the big smile that lit Clay’s face. Clay patted his knee from where he sat in the gigantic padded rocker-recliner near the lit fireplace. Lily gave Del a hesitant smile and then looked questioningly at Clay. He patted his lap again and waited. “You look sleepy. I’m not getting up anytime soon, and there’s plenty of room in this thing.”
“I’ll cut off your circulation.”
Del hated hearing her say things like that and couldn’t stop himself when he said, “What a load of horse shit, Lily. The size and shape you are is perfect. If I was in that chair I’d want you in my lap as well. Go to him.”
He didn’t mean to sound quite so bossy, but was floored when her eyes widened and she blushed as she looked at him and climbed into his brother’s lap. Del suppressed a groan at the sight, feeling like a pervert as his cock responded to her immediate obedience.
He thought of what she’d feel like, settling her soft, rounded bottom over his lap and wondered at why he didn’t feel jealous of Clay, but instead just wished for his “turn.” What Clay had told him about Grace and her men and their other friends must’ve planted the seed in his mind. Clay’s words a few minutes ago had also found fertile ground because the idea had begun to germinate.
What would it be like if we were both there for her, and she didn’t have to choose?
Suddenly, Del was on board with Clay’s plan to allow her to leave her options open. What would she do if the obstacle of that tattoo was removed? Would she consider both of them? Del watched with hooded eyes as Lily settled cautiously into Clay’s arms with her head resting on his shoulder. Clay stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head, murmuring to her. The black, high-heeled pumps she wore made her shapely legs look even more sexy as she draped them over Clay’s knees.
Del thought she was gorgeous like that. A goddess. His cock hardened to full mast as he pictured her naked in that chair with his brother or him. He knew exactly how he’d position her on his lap, facing his brother so he could see her beautiful body.
He’d place her long, sexy legs outside of his and then spread them wide so Clay could see every gorgeous inch of her. He’d slide his fingertips through her hot, slippery lips, zeroing in on her clit, and delight in her needy cries. Then he’d delve into her heated, swollen entrance and whisper sweet, dirty things to her as he rimmed her tight, quivering cunt before sliding a finger into her. When she was soaked with need, he’d lower her onto his cock, slipping into her silky softness a bit at a time until she was seated fully on his lap. He’d strum her clit until she was tense as a bowstring pulled taut and then he’d—