LLucy’s Revenge(Divine Creek Ranch 15)(63)

“You are such an asshole, Beck. I don’t know why I… I don’t know why I put up with you sometimes and why you have to be such a caveman about it. Do I give you a hard time every time I hear about some woman coming out to your place in the country to buy honey from you? No.”

“Yeah, because you’re friends with most of them and know that they’re committed to their men and aren’t interested in me.”

“Aha. There you go.”

“There I go…what?”

“They’re committed to their men. Just like I’m…”

“Yeah? What are you?”

“Well, I’m committed to you, jerk. I’d never allow one of my customers to make a move on me and get away with it. I’m interested in the two of you and that’s it.”

“So you’re my girlfriend?”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Of course I’m your girlfriend, Beck. What did you think last weekend was about?”

Beck shrugged, secretly pleased that she’d finally defined what they were for him. All week he’d wondered if she was planning to keep things secret until she’d kicked the tires a few times. He thought it might be a good idea to keep that thought to himself. PJ would come running out of the kitchen any second now.

“Last thing I wanted to do was upset you, sweetness. But you can understand why I’d be concerned? Forgive the caveman inside?”

Smiling, Lucy got right up in his space, allowing her palm to slide down his torso until it settled on his rapidly inflating cock. Her breasts pillowed against his chest and he glanced out the front windows to make sure no one was peeking in on them. “Playing with fire there, sweetness.” He hardened in her hand so fast it was painful. He noticed she reached behind her and judging by Patrick’s reaction, she had him in a similar hold.

“I can’t fault the caveman in you, Beck. But you’ll have to trust the loyal woman in me. I don’t want anyone’s dicks but yours and Patrick’s. Don’t give me shit over my job again. I’m good at what I do and I won’t tolerate you cheapening it.”

“Sorry, baby,” he murmured, as he rubbed his lower lip against hers. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel cheap. Just want you to know that you belong to me and Patrick.”

Patrick groaned at the same time he did, when she lightly squeezed.

Her smile was innocent and angelic. “Believe me. I like it that way. But you’re going to either trust me or stop wasting my time.”

“Fair enough. Now, you wanna stop jerking on my dick before the boy comes back in here?”

“Just making sure you understand. I figured employing your small brains might be a good idea.”

“Hey, don’t include me in that,” Patrick growled, nibbling at her shoulder. “My dick already knew who it belonged to.” He smiled across her shoulder at Beck, obviously not giving a shit if he misinterpreted his words to mean that he was pussy-whipped. Patrick would probably laugh if accused of that and not give a fuck what anyone thought. Especially when the pussy belonged to Lucy.

Lucy released them and turned to Patrick, purposely rubbing her fluffy ass against Beck’s dick. He clenched his fist to keep from grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to him tight. When the boy was around, it was hard keeping his inner horndog in check sometimes.

She dragged a finger over Patrick’s lower lip and then nuzzled him. “It’s not just your dick I’m interested in Patrick Owen. It’s the whole package. I’m sure PJ is nearly done so we’ll have to continue this conversation later.”

Right on cue, PJ ran into the room. “What we doin’ now?”

Beck grabbed him up when PJ launched himself at him and said, “I think it’s time for dinner and then a bath for you, little man.”

PJ frowned and disagreed. “I ain’t tired!”

“You mean I’m not tired,” Beck replied as he hoisted PJ onto his shoulders.

“That neither.”

Lucy grabbed her purse and flipped off the remaining lights and Patrick opened the door for them so they could load him up.

Having PJ with them limited what they could do on the weekends but Beck didn’t mind the energetic boy. He understood the way his mind worked and was willing to put his own needs aside, at least for a little while.

The good news was that Lucy had already agreed to spend the night with them again. They’d asked her for Monday night, too, but she’d declined, claiming that she had laundry to do that should’ve been done over the weekend. She’d also said she wanted to spend the evening all alone. He didn’t know what she had planned but the light shining in her eyes when she’d mentioned her evening alone had made him curious.