LLucy’s Revenge(Divine Creek Ranch 15)(42)

Heat filled Patrick’s gaze as he replied, “That’s not how we would see it, Luce. Can you handle twice the attention you’ll get from the two of us? Two pairs of hands. Two mouths. Double everything.”

Her pussy throbbed and went warm and wet in an instant and her heart stuttered in her chest at the mental image. Beck cleared his throat and sounded strained as he added, “Twice the orgasms?”

She squirmed in her seat and could feel the way her cunt swelled as she grew aroused while imagining it. She drew in a shuddering breath and whispered, “Wow. You two are potent when you double-team a woman, aren’t you?”

Patrick grinned and released her hand to pick up his menu. “This is all new to us, Luce. We’ve never shared a woman before. We want you to be clear on how we feel about you.”

The waiter arrived with their drinks and took their order. After he absented himself, Lucy said, “So…that’s your sister?”

Patrick grunted affirmatively. “Yup. She’s mighty curious, too.”

She pulled her hands into her lap and said, “Do you think it’s a good idea for me to hold hands with both of you? That’s going to mean gossip, and this is bound to get back to your family.”

Patrick let out a sigh as he lifted his frosty glass to his lips. “That’s already happening, Luce. Some of the ladies at that table were friends with Elizabeth. Them talking doesn’t bother me.”

“Or me,” Beck said as he stroked her hand under the table. “People are always gossiping about somebody. And I certainly don’t care about the opinion of someone who is friends with a woman like Patrick’s ex-wife. They need better role models.”

Lucy chuckled and squeezed his hand. “Thank you. I’m just thinking of our businesses. We’re all self-employed now.”

Patrick nodded in understanding. “We want you to be comfortable, Lucy. What makes you happy?”

“I like holding your hands, but let’s keep it circumspect while we’re here. I don’t want to rub anybody’s nose in our business tonight.”

“Then let’s just enjoy our meal like always and then we’ll discuss everything else over dessert later.”

“Over dessert? How is that supposed to help?”

Beck eyed her with that sideways grin of his. “You’re dessert.”

Well shut my mouth.



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Patrick enjoyed the deer-in-the-headlights look in Lucy’s eyes. He’d do or say just about anything at that point to keep her distracted from the many stares she was garnering and to keep her focused on what would come later, he hoped.

It wasn’t so much that he planned to have her in his bed that night, but he wanted more than anything for them to move on from the stasis they were in. He was ready to break the habit of letting her go at the end of the evening.

The way she nibbled at her lower lip while she blushed made him wonder what she was imagining. His cock reacted and to distract himself from it he asked, “How did Seth’s surgery go?”

“They were able to reattach the tendon with no problem. Now he just has to wear this weird contraption on his hand and forearm, to keep the area immobilized while he heals. He hates it but he’s working around it.”

By the time their food had arrived, the conversation had settled into its normal flow, and felt…comfortable. When it was time to leave, he was glad. Comfortable was nice, but he wanted more than talk, and the look in Beck’s eyes said he felt the same.

After the three of them fought over who was paying the bill, and Patrick won because he’d arranged already for the waitress to put it in his hand only, he settled his gaze on Lucy. “Ready to go?”

“Yes.” There was a breathless quality to her soft reply.

She followed him and Beck in his truck back to Patrick’s house, and he wished he’d planned better so they could’ve had her between them that much sooner on the way home. All sorts of fun scenarios for playing in the truck came to mind and his cock grew hard as concrete by the time he pulled into the driveway

He went around to open the door of her bright red SUV and spied an overnight case on her seat. He pointed to it with a smile. “Want me to bring that in?”

She bit her lower lip again and she put a hand on it. “I hope I wasn’t—I mean, you didn’t say—I thought I’d be…”

Patrick held out his hand for it and then held out the other for her to take. “I like that you were thinking ahead. Yes, I’d love it—we’d love it—if you stayed the night with us.”

She darted a gaze at the surrounding houses and then looked between him and Beck. The lights were still on at his sister Roberta’s house, two doors down, but he didn’t bother sharing that information with her. Patrick Junior was safe over there spending the night but he knew she’d have plenty of questions for him when she dropped his son off before she went to work the next day.