Lydia replied, “It’s been a long time since I rode a horse. I don’t have proper training to control one on a long trip in unfamiliar terrain.”
From the backseat, Clayton said, “We can remedy that. We’ll take you out on horseback with us regularly so you can become familiar with the ranch at the same time. This time, we’d rather get you to the cabin so we can play where we’ll have complete privacy. Hey, Chance?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s smooth from here on out. Pull over for a second.”
Chance complied with a chuckle, and Clayton jumped out. He helped Lydia from the seat, climbed in, then lifted her bodily from the spot where she stood and placed her in his lap. She squealed lightly and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as Chance laughed and put the all-terrain vehicle back in gear and headed down the road.
She was across his lap, facing Chance, and Clayton kept her knees tucked up so she didn’t bump against the dash or the gearshift while Chance drove. Clayton stroked her ass with firm, strong hands as he held her, and she could feel his cock hardening beneath her.
His fingertips strayed downward across her ass cheek until his fingertips were stroking her labia through her blue jeans. At the rate he was going, Lydia knew she’d be ready to take off her clothes the second they got into the cabin.
She looked into Clayton’s smoldering blue eyes and wondered if they’d make it to the cabin with her clothes still on. He guided her closer until his lips touched hers. His arms tightened around her, and she closed her eyes and relaxed in his commanding embrace, enjoying the sensation of safety mixed with the adrenaline of anticipation. He stroked her tongue with his own, plumbing the recesses of her mouth, then smooched her lips before returning for more.
From the driver’s seat, Chance stroked up and down her thigh. She put her hand on his muscular shoulder just so she could be connected to him as well as Clayton. She smiled when he reached up and patted her hand.
Lydia lost track of time as Clayton kissed and stroked her, and she was filled with excitement for the beginning of this hedonistic adventure. The vehicle rolled to a stop, and Clayton released her lips which felt pleasantly swollen from all his kisses.
She gasped with delight when she opened her eyes and looked around. They were parked in front of a log cabin considerably larger than she’d expected.
“Your home away from home, baby,” Chance said as he set the brake and climbed out. Clayton released her and helped her to her feet, and she exclaimed as she turned to look at the surrounding countryside.
“Wow! You have your own lake?”
Clayton chuckled. “Well, with ten thousand acres, there was bound to be water on it somewhere.”
Lydia giggled and said, “True.”
The cabin was built on a slight incline, and stone steps set into the ground led down to a fishing pier. There was also what appeared to be a floating dock tethered to the pier that could be pulled farther out in to the lake when needed and a nearby boat on a lift, fit for the task.
“We can go swimming later if you’d like,” Clayton said as he and Chance released the straps on their luggage and supplies and unloaded everything.
“Or skinny-dipping?” she asked as she reached for her cases.
“We’d rather do that, if you want the truth,” Clayton replied with a twinkle in his eyes as he took the cases back from her. “Why don’t you explore while we bring everything in?”
The desire in their gazes ignited sparks inside her, feeding the low-level, erotic hum that had been building in her all afternoon. She drew close and kissed each man before turning to mount the stairs.
The front porch ran the length of the cabin and was immaculately tidy and bare, save for a set of comfy-looking outdoor furniture and three rockers lined up in a row. The cabin did not appear to suffer from disuse, and she wondered how much time they spent there.
Deep green woods filled with oaks surrounded the cabin on three sides. The unpaved road they’d taken to get there appeared to be the only egress. She walked the entire length of the porch and then followed the men inside when they carried in what little they had brought with them.
Coming in from the bright sunlight, the cabin was dark, but Chance made his way through the dim interior armed with a small flashlight. The only sound she heard was the quiet hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. He journeyed down a hallway, and she heard the rattling sound of him opening the breaker box and switches being flipped. Suddenly the lights came on, and she gasped.
“Oh! It’s wonderful!”
The walls were bare, rough-hewn logs, the floors were hardwood, and the floor plan for the main living areas was wide open. Chance emerged from the hallway and said, “Bedrooms and bathrooms are down this hallway.” Pointing at the hall on the opposite side of the house he said, “The study and another bedroom and storage are down that hallway.” Pointing to a staircase, he said, “Up these stairs is the loft where we usually sleep. There’s a big window that faces the lake. This far out, the stars are really bright at night. Come see it.”