LLucy’s Revenge(Divine Creek Ranch 15)(89)

“I do indeed.”

Gazing at herself once again in the mirror, she thought she probably was acting like a totally vain fool but the positive affirmation was good for her soul.

“It is drool worthy. I’m drool worthy and damn it, this is perfect!” she smiled at her sexy reflection and cupped the girls appreciatively, laughing with the ladies as she admired her ass one last time.

Teresa walked up with a transparent black G-string, and the absolutely divine long, sheer lace robe that she’d showed her earlier. She wanted it so bad she could practically feel it sliding over her skin. “Now if only I can talk you into taking the robe, too. It’s you, as well. The softer side of you, I think, and showcases a different side of your beauty. Pair it with the G-string and it’d be perfect.”

The only problem was the price tag. Her clothing budget was taking a huge hit that month just with the leather outfit.

“I’m going to have to pass on it. It’s heavenly, but I can’t. Not this time. With the massage studio still in its infancy I’m on a pretty tight budget. But this?” She caressed the halter straps on the corset. “This I have to have. It’s perfect for what I have planned.”

Emily Anne’s big brown doe eyes widened. “You’re a massage therapist?”

“Yes, and newly self-employed. I own A Divine Retreat, in Divine.” She was surprised when she checked the time and saw how long she’d been at Discretion. No wonder my stomach is growling. It’s past suppertime. Teresa has been on her feet all day and they’re probably killing her. “Wow, I didn’t realize the time.”

“It’s okay, Lucy. Let’s get you out of this,” Teresa replied, waving away Lucy’s apology as she untied the corset strings and shooed her back into the dressing room. “Angel insisted on picking me up from work tonight so no worries. I’ll go add up your ticket.”

In the SUV on her way home she called the guys and Patrick put her on speakerphone.

“I’m in Morehead. Sorry, I didn’t realize how late it was.”

“That’s all right. We’re grilling steaks in just a couple of minutes and we have one with your name on it. Get on over here. What were you up to in Morehead?”

“Just a little shopping.”

He didn’t question her any further. Evidently Patrick had forgotten about her little leather shopping excursion for which she was relieved even though she felt a wee bit guilty for not reminding him. She knew they’d love the leathers once they got a look at her in them…after she was at the ROT Rally.

Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that, dimples.



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Late in May, Patrick and Beck walked into the cool relief of the Dancing Pony. May had been a busy month for the three of them. Add PJ being home from school on top of business and they’d all had their hands full juggling responsibilities, but they’d been making it work. Beck had been considering talking to Patrick about negotiating new living arrangements, to make it even easier. The thought of having Lucy with them every night filled him with pleasure and anticipation.

“Gentlemen,” Ethan Grant said in greeting as he placed a cocktail napkin in front of each of them. “The usual?” he asked as he grasped two pilsner glasses and rested his hand on the Shiner Bock beer tap. After they nodded, he set about filling their glasses with the amber brew that made Beck’s mouth water after working in the hot sun all day. He placed the filled glasses in front of them and said, “Where’s Lucy tonight?”

Patrick shared a quick grin with him and then Beck said, “Striptease lessons and then she’s spending the evening by herself at her place.”

Nakie alone time, which means we’re getting nailed the second she lays eyes on us. The anticipation made it even sweeter.

Ethan rested his palms on the bar and said, “For two guys who look like they’re enjoying their lady’s company as much as you two do, you seem awfully happy to be here without her.”

Patrick grinned and didn’t say shit but Beck couldn’t resist. “Let’s just say we’re pretty sure we’re on her mind as much as she’s on ours.” He made a mental note to ask Lucy later if she found the present he’d hidden in her toy box earlier in the day.

“Ah, the art of anticipation. Gotcha. Grace is at class, too.” Ethan growled softly. “I sure do like it that she’s taking those classes.”

Beck and Patrick chuckled in reply. “Yeeeeeeah, buddy.”

Corinna rolled her eyes as she slid her tray onto the bar. “Is the testosterone awful strong at this end of the bar or is it just me? You must be talking about your women.”