LLucy’s Revenge(Divine Creek Ranch 15)(77)

He looked back at his house in the distance when he reached the trees, and then stripped his jeans and boxers and hung them over a tree branch to dry off a bit. The front gate was locked and no visitors were expected that day. None of his neighbors were close enough to see so he didn’t worry about them skinny-dipping in the creek. He approved of it as a matter of fact.

He had to laugh out loud at the sight that greeted him when he crested the slight rise that led down to the creek.

“Beck, save me!” Lucy squealed as she looked up at him with a big shit-eating grin on her face. She was nekkid as a jaybird and covered from head to toe in mud. She elbowed Patrick who was in a similar state and her feet shot out from under her. She grabbed for Patrick and they both slid down the slimy muddy slope to the waters’ edge.

He didn’t know anyone who embraced life with as much gusto as Lucy did.

“Hey, Beck!” Lucy called out as she crawled back up the creek bank, sinking her fingers deep in the mud. She grinned big and he was amused to see that even her teeth were a little muddy.

“Yeah, sweetness?” he asked as he came to a stop at the grassy edge before the muddy drop-off.

“You’re too clean,” she said with a hearty giggle and then threw two big handfuls of mud at him. One sailed clean over his head but the other hit him in the middle of his chest with a big splat. He looked down at the muddy gray mess clinging to his chest hair.

“Oh…” he said softly as he came to sit on the edge of the drop-off.

“Uh-oh,” she said with a gigglesnort as she glanced at Patrick who was grinning like a fool.

“You’ve gone and done it now, sweetness,” Beck growled as he inched a little closer to the edge. He hoped their mud war wasn’t too massive because his dick was rapidly swelling and he wouldn’t take too kindly to any hits below the belt.

Lucy panted and giggled as she ran and hid behind Patrick and wound up slipping and falling in the mud again. “I’m in trouble now, huh?” She didn’t sound scared at all.

“Yeah, ya are,” he said with a grunt as he launched himself onto the slope and caught her on his way down to the water, plastering her with handfuls of mud as they slid. He chunked a big glob at Patrick for good measure, before Lucy pulled him to her and gave him a muddy kiss. She laughed and he had to laugh with her. There wasn’t a bit of her that wasn’t gray with mud except for her bright blue eyes.

She squirmed out of his grasp and then shoved him farther down the incline until he was nearly as muddy as they were.

“She started it,” Patrick said, laughing as he gave him a hand up. “I figured she’d want to take a dip in the creek and then fool around a little.” Beck noticed that Patrick’s cock looked like it still hoped for that inevitability.

“But I do!” she crowed. “I just figured you’d like a little bit of dirty fun first!”

Patrick ran his fingers through his hair and it stood on end. “Not the kind of dirty I had in mind, but at least we’re all cooled off. You get done?” he asked of Beck.

“Yeah. I’ll carry the frames up to the house and extract the honey later.”

“We can help,” Lucy said as she rejoined them on the slope. “So you can play for a while?”

“Depends on if this is the only kind of play you had in mind, sweetness.” Beck enjoyed her reaction as he teased her peaked nipple and she bit her lip.

“That explains how you’ve even gotten mud in your teeth,” he said with a chuckle.

“A little dirt never hurt anybody. Oooh!” she replied with a gasp and a giggle as he tweaked her other nipple. “You’re still too clean,” she added with a bright gleam in her eye as she plastered two wet handfuls of mud on his chest and then turned to run and landed on her tush and slid right into the creek.

Beck stood with Patrick on the slope and watched…and waited. “She can swim, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Patrick said with a nod. “At least I think she can. She’s probably just staying under to rinse all the mud off.”

A big cloud of gray rose in the water and they were both still standing there watching when she rose from the water, bared of all the mud. He couldn’t have kept his jaw from dropping if he’d tried. In his peripheral vision, Patrick had a similar reaction.

His heart pounded as he watched her smooth her water-slick hair back as she walked up into shin-deep water, smiling at them like a water nymph bent on mischief.

“I’m her slave,” Patrick whispered.

“Hell yeah,” Beck replied, wanting her with a fervent passion as she crooked her finger at them both, beckoning them to the water.