Lumberjack Weekend(Divine Creek Ranch 21)(34)

She held on tight, her eyes still closed as he lifted his head. Adorable, with her lips still parted and wanting more kisses.

“Did she say sister nymphs?” one of the men asked.

She nodded, looking pleased with herself for thinking on her feet. “They’re visiting me today in this glen. They’d take one look at you and drop their panties…if they wore any, the little sluts.”

The men growled, and one shook his head. “You’re trying to get out of taking us all. I can see you’re slick already, probably hot, too. You know you want it.”

She trembled and bit her lip as she latched on to Lucas, who stood next to him, wrapping herself around them both like a kudzu vine. She looked up at Josh and whispered, “I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t let them touch me.”

Deviltry filling his heart, Josh shook his head. “We’ve all been out here the same amount of time. That doesn’t seem fair to me.”

Her eyes grew wide as saucers.

Lucas shook his head. “Me either.”

She bit her lip and said, “Too many,” drawing out the syllables as she glanced at them.

Josh nodded as if he’d come to a decision. “I have an idea.” Delighting in the excitement warring with uncertainty in her eyes, keeping her guessing as to what they’d allow, he said, “We get to do whatever we want with you, and they get to watch, and if you behave, we’ll keep you for ourselves. When your sister nymphs show up, the others can chase them down for a fuck. If you told a tall tale about having sisters, then…” He snorted as if she’d be well and truly fucked with no one but herself to blame for fibbing.

The oh-shit look on her face was priceless, but she glanced at the others and then held on to him as she nodded. Her trust that he’d not let anything happen to her that she didn’t want was a precious gift. He gave her a smile, and she relaxed against him and cast a hesitant look at the other men. They might be playing a role, but the bulges at their groins suggested they’d improvise if she gave them the slightest hint she wanted them.

A wave of possessiveness mixed with protectiveness raced through him, and his hold on her tightened.

A rustic shelter in the clearing shaded an outdoor bed from the late morning sun shining through the oak trees. He placed her on the bed, and she sprang to her hands and knees and fled to the head of the bed. Biting her lip, she glanced at the others who had surrounded the bed. Her breasts were still loose, and his dick twitched as he watched the way they swayed, catching luminescent light, mixed with shadow, on her skin. The neckline on the dress hugged her beneath her breasts as if offering them up, and her nipples beaded even tighter.

“Y-you’re going to fuck me? Here? While they watch?” she whispered as she clenched her thighs together and squirmed. The telltale reaction, as she tried to pacify the arousal, spoke volumes.

Lucas removed a band of cloth from the backpack she’d carried and shook his head while the other men stood within a couple of feet of the bed. “Not yet, naughty one. You still need to be punished. Judging by how squirmy you are and how slick your little pussy is, you want them to watch. Guess you’ll just have to wonder.” He caught her to him and tied the blindfold in place. “Leave that there and we won’t tie you to the bed—unless you want to be tied to the bed?”

She shook her head vigorously and clenched her hands together. “I’ll be good. I’ll be very good.” Her lip was a little swollen because she kept biting it.

Removing the tube of lubricant from the backpack, Josh watched her for signs of anything other than arousal. Her chest was flushed, and moisture glistened on her inner thighs. “What’s your safe word, baby girl?”

That succulent lip got another workout, and then she whispered, “Rainbow.”

“Rainbow it is. Turn onto your knees.” She turned to obey him but seemed disoriented as she felt for the edge of the bed. “Help her back up toward me, Lucas. More. Good.”

His balls ached and tightened as she turned her ass to him. He saw how pink and swollen her pussy lips were and fought the animalistic urge to rip his jeans open and plunge deep, claiming her. Her breaths were rapid and uneven as she came another inch closer to him and bowed her head, making him smile.

“Rest your cheek on your forearms on the bed. Ass in the air.”

Her hands slid from the tops of her thighs to the bed, and he saw a tremble in her hands. A trace of flush over her hips and buttocks confirmed it was due to arousal and not fear. She lowered her cheek to the bed, with her butt tucked to her heels, and he summoned up a rumble of mock disapproval.