Lumberjack Weekend(Divine Creek Ranch 21)(42)

Waving a butt plug with a fluffy white bunny tail attached to it, she growled. “This thing is enormous. After this morning, I should have at least the day off from anything coming near my ass.”

“Baby, it’ll be okay. I’ll help you with it, and I brought lube.” He waved the bottled sheepishly and tried to keep the snort back. It wasn’t funny. Much.

She arched a brow as her eyes glimmered at him, her jaw working as though she was grinding her teeth. “Keep laughing, funny man. You have to sleep sometime, Lucas Jerome Abbot.”

He really wished Josh hadn’t told her his middle name.

“Come on, baby. We could have some fun putting your costume on.”

“Oh?” She removed the bunny-ear headband and upended the bag. “And which costume might that be?”

“Well, the face painter is going to paint a cute little bunny face on you for tonight—”

She shook the butt plug bunny tail under his nose again. “You could wake up with this stuffed up your nose. But don’t worry, I’ll use lube.” Her arms fell to her side, and she trudged away from the door, letting him in so he could close off their conversation from the hallway, where several people had passed in obvious amusement at his predicament.

She tossed the items onto the bed and began pacing. “I think I’ve been magnanimous about costumes so far. You don’t understand how far out of my comfort zone going around half-naked was for me earlier. And now you want me totally naked.”

“I do understand, baby—”

She frowned at him. “If you do, then I guess you don’t care. I brought a suitcase full of clothing I fully intended to wear. I knew I’d be wearing costumes, but nobody told me, or even asked me if I’d mind wearing such...such…” She pointed at the items on the bed. “The dress this morning was bad enough. I’ll be naked and humiliated.” She stuck her lip out and pouted as he gave her a sympathetic chuckle and drew her into his arms.

“Aww, honey, you’ll be the cutest little nekkid bunny down there.”

She gave another adorable growl. “I’m not refusing to wear it. I just want you both to know this isn’t fair. You’re completely covered up in your…sexy huntsman costume, with the sleeves rolled up showing off those sexy tanned muscles, and…my dimples and double D’s will be on full display.”

“You’re going to be with us, though, Violet. You’ll be safe. And, baby, I’m a big fan of your dimples, all of them, and your double D’s. Your complaint is registered, but I think we’re going to have a much bigger problem convincing the other men, and some of the women, in attendance that you aren’t interested in playing with any other groups.”

“Huh?”

He nodded, pleased when her eyes took on a bit of playful sparkle. “When we were downstairs earlier, while you were up here soaking in the tub and napping, several groups asked us if we might convince you to join them.”

“Really? Wow.”

“Including…”

Her brows rose in question. “Including…what?”

“More like who. The other lumberjacks.”

She stopped her pacing and looked up at him with shocked eyes. “What do they want with me?”

Lucas chuckled, able to process their earlier request more amiably than Josh had. He’d been territorial until the men had explained.

“You have four admirers. We think they must’ve overheard us chatting with Joseph.”

“What were you talking to Joseph about? Wait. You conspired with him about this morning’s costume, I’m sure. What wouldn’t you talk to him about?” she muttered, scowling at him as she crossed her arms under her lush breasts. Her taut nipples were visible through the thin fabric of her robe, and he had to force himself to focus on her eyes before she really did stuff the butt plug up his nose.

“What was supposed to be a simple assist in a role-playing scene is now…more. I think they suspect that was your first time taking two men at once, and they want to make sure you’re okay. They may even feel a little protective.”

He couldn’t fault the four men for it. What he really wanted was her attention for just the two of them.

Lucas had expected the guests to be blasé about whatever occurred during the weekend, which he should probably attribute to him stereotyping them, but he hadn’t been prepared for the men’s reactions to Violet. They were sincere in the request to join their trio for the evening feast, and he suspected a couple of them had crushes. What was it about seeing a beautiful woman giving over that could make a man her slave? He needed to answer that question for himself, foremost.