Lumberjack Weekend(Divine Creek Ranch 21)(53)

Violet giggled when he lifted her hand to his lips and, instead of kissing her knuckles, turned it and kissed her wrist. She glanced up at her men, and while Josh looked as if he was ready for the men to head on off to greener pastures, neither of them looked upset. She cast a glance around the room. Could she throw off the cloak of modesty that kept poking at her conscience, at least for the weekend? Chances were excellent she’d never see anyone in this room again.

When in Rome…

She leaned forward, and without speaking, she pecked them both on the cheek…and then scrunched her nose like a bunny, drawing amused chuckles from them, before wrapping her hands around Josh’s and Lucas’s arms, in a sign of mutual possession.

Someone called to the men from across the room, and they said their farewells, giving her one last appreciative appraisal before going off to join their friends.

Josh squeezed her hand gently and grumped, “Probably too late to rethink going upstairs to get my robe, huh?”

Lucas snorted. “Yeah, a hare too late for that, Josh. You okay, dimples?” he added as he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

His question distracted her from the woman lying on a nearby divan, wearing nothing but a G-string. “Um…” Rather than covering her pussy, the front of the G-string was a piece of jewelry, which held her lips open, so her clit was revealed, and slid into her entrance, holding it open…just a tad. Enough to see she was very wet as she spoke with the man at her side while he held her ankle at chest level and stroked her inner thigh with his fingertips.

“Dimples?” Lucas asked, probably scanning the vicinity for what she was gazing at as the woman’s companion stroked her swollen clit. “Oh. Wow.”

I am such a pervert! We just walked in, and I’m getting hot and bothered watching strangers. Well, the woman wasn’t exactly a stranger. It was the shy, voluptuous brunette from Friday evening who’d been in the company of the good-looking man with the silver at his temples. Although her cheeks were rosy, her bashfulness seemed to have abated as one of the man’s acquaintances joined them on a nearby divan, to observe and converse with them. She kept her eyes on her man the entire time.

Vowing to take a lesson from the brunette, Violet turned her attention to her huntsmen. “I’m all yours, gentlemen. Although, after this morning, I’m not up to being chased braless again.”

Lucas burst into laughter and hugged her to him. His expression sobered as he drew back, and she saw why as she looked over her shoulder. The four men, who had all been dressed as lumberjacks before, were now dressed as huntsmen, same as Josh and Lucas. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the similarity, although she didn’t object.

The leader of the group gazed at her, appreciation in his eyes, and said, “My name is Gabriel. The four of us would like to join you for the evening—the three of you, that is, if you’re willing.” He looked directly at Violet as he said the last.

“Well,” Violet whispered as she turned to Josh and Lucas. “What do you think?”

Lucas came close and stroked her cheek. “Why don’t we get comfortable in one of the gathering areas?” he said, indicating the groups of overstuffed chairs, ottomans, and divans, which were interspersed around the room to encourage intimacy while leaving little hidden from passersby and observers.

Josh nodded when she made eye contact with him. Foremost, she asked herself if she wanted them there. They hadn’t overstepped the boundaries earlier in the morning. As a matter of fact, they’d added to the experience.

Turning to Gabriel, she nodded but stopped him with an upheld hand, “To negotiate. Okay?”

Gabriel nodded, as did the others. “Of course.”

The wait staff had begun delivering hors d’oeuvres to the seating areas, as well as ice buckets stocked with various beverages and wine. She looked at the divan, not anxious to sit down on the bunny tail when her ass was already tender from earlier in the day. Lucas grinned, seeing her predicament, and drew her into his lap, seating her sideways. But doing so also exposed her ass to public view from certain angles. A member of the mansion staff offered her a tray of chocolate truffles as she got settled.

Choosing one, she thanked him, and he nodded as he offered the tray to the others. The handmade milk chocolate treat melted on her tongue, and she stifled a small moan, wishing she could have another but knowing she might as well tack it right onto her thighs. She held up her hand when he grinned and offered the platter to her again. Lucas took a small plate from the servant and looked at her appraisingly before choosing a few more of the decadent treats.