Lumberjack Weekend(Divine Creek Ranch 21)(29)
Biting her lip, she nodded even as her eyes were riveted to the ménage.
He pressed a kiss to her throat as Josh leaned in to her other side, and murmured, “Are you imagining taking both of us at the same time?”
A shudder rippling through her was the only answer she needed to give, but he heard the tiny moan that escaped her.
“Violet?”
They turned at the sound of Joseph’s whisper, and Lucas nodded at him. It was time to begin.
* * * *
“Yes, Joseph?” she asked in a shaky voice, wanting to kick Joseph for interrupting what was playing out in her head and making the rest of her throb with lust. She wanted them so badly it was painful.
“I have something you’ll need for your scene.”
He nodded at the men as she stepped from between them, and they watched her go with Joseph. Lucas winked at her before she turned to watch her footing on the patio.
“Where are we going?”
Joseph smiled. “You’ll see.”
Joseph cradled her elbow as they climbed the steps to a different set of French doors, and he escorted her inside. She looked behind her, wondering why Josh and Lucas hadn’t come with them. They veered down a wide hallway off of the central corridor, and he opened a large, paneled wooden door and motioned her inside.
She gasped as her eyes adjusted to the lower lighting of the room, and she realized he’d taken her into the library located across the corridor from the lounge. The room lived gloriously up to its label. Shelves were lined floor to ceiling with books, complete with a rolling ladder needed to gain access to the upper shelves.
“Oh, Joseph! How lovely!” The expansive room made her not-so-shabby bookstore seem diminutive in comparison. She let out an awed breath as she gazed up at the books surrounding her, their spines all carefully aligned on the shelves. She was willing to bet Joseph owned a small fortune in first editions.
“I thought you might like it in here. I’ll be right back.”
She nodded and gave in to the urge to approach the shelves to scan the titles, breathing in the scent of books both new and old. Maybe Joseph would let her come back some time to peruse—no, revel—in his library.
A low groan from across the hallway reminded her she wasn’t here for the literary abundance. The sensual sound brought the erotic scenes in the lounge and on the patio to mind. Watching had gotten her hotter than she’d expected. She’d never done anything even remotely like giving a prostate massage, but it’d obviously blown the man’s mind.
In the few months they’d been together, neither Bodie nor Victor had voiced a desire for her to try prostate massage with them, and fear of accidentally hurting a partner had made her a bit squeamish about asking. Watching the man’s flushed face as he begged shamelessly for relief had made her hot, but what had convinced her she’d like to try it was the expression on the woman’s face as she’d stroked him to a howling orgasm. She wondered what that kind of power felt like.
As they’d walked out to the backyard, she’d been excited, but by the time they stood watching the threesome prepare, her arousal was pooling hot between her legs, and anyone who looked closely would see the dampness on her inner thighs. Josh’s and Lucas’s body heat on either side of her had only intensified the ache.
Then one member of the ménage had lifted his hand to the woman’s throat, and she’d clasped her hand over his. Violet had seen the matching wedding bands all three of them wore. Three slim bands separated by a narrow space, proclaiming them a committed threesome. Violet’s sexual need had morphed into an emotional need surpassing the enthrallment of watching them make love to each other.
“Here we are,” Joseph said, interrupting the train of her lustful thoughts.
Joseph held up what looked like a frayed canvas backpack. She frowned as he motioned her to turn and then slid the straps over her arms and placed it securely on her shoulders. The canvas was rough on her skin through the thin fabric of her nonexistent dress. She turned back to him, hoping for explanation.
Joseph looked her up and down and appeared satisfied. “You, my dear, are a lusty little tree-hugging nymph.”
Her jaw dropped as she stared at him. “A what?”
His taciturn expression revealed little beyond the twinkle in his eyes. “You heard right. A sexy little forest nymph with a penchant for vexing the lumberjacks laboring in your woods. You so tormented the previous pair of workmen they convinced themselves the woods were haunted, in order to justify leaving. No work has been done in your forest for many years because of this legend, but now workers are back, and in greater numbers, with the intention of taking many trees, including the one you make your home in.”