Chance held out his hand, and she took it, allowing him to lead her up to the second story. The bedroom and the rest of the house were done in the same sorts of colors that predominated in their ranch house, mostly neutrals and deep reds and blues. She immediately felt at home. He led her to the bed and showed her the view of the lake from the window.
“We had two double beds up here when we were growing up. We claimed this space from the time our parents trusted us to go up and down the stairs without falling. A few days ago we spent some time out here rearranging furniture, and moved a king-size bed up here from one of the other bedrooms. If the size doesn’t suit you, Wes and Evan Garner can build us special beds for here and at home.”
They’d made it clear from the beginning that they didn’t want a fling and hoped for something that lasted with her. His statement about the beds had a ring of permanence to it, and she found that she liked it very much.
Lydia said, “That’s something to consider. Summer told me that they do excellent work and she’s very happy with everything they’ve built for them. The view is beautiful. I’ll bet tonight it will be gorgeous.”
Chance’s sexy gaze sent a wave of heat through her body, and he nodded, never taking his eyes from her. “I can’t wait.”
“Have you updated the cabin recently? You said you spent time here as kids.”
“Yes. We did some major work about five years ago in the kitchen and all the bathrooms, and refinished the floors. Sorry the tub is not a whirlpool tub, but we can remedy that if you want one out here.”
“If we spend a lot of time out here that might be nice, but the one in there is fine by me.”
Chance approached her and said, “If you want it, you can have it, baby. Just say the word.”
Lydia smiled at him and said, “I love you, Chance.” He opened his arms and she went to him, curious about his quiet mood. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight. Footsteps signaled Clayton’s approach, and as he topped the landing he said, “Food’s all put away. And everything is unpacked. It’s still awfully warm up here, Lydi. Why don’t you come downstairs and we’ll give the air conditioner a chance to cool the house down a notch or two.”
Lydia asked, “Has our weekend begun? No one is going to show up out of the blue?”
Clayton shook his head as they all went down stairs. “Nope. It’s just the three of us. All weekend long.”
“Good, because I have been looking forward to this moment since Chance told me about our adventure this weekend.”
She faced both men and slowly lifted the hem on her shirt revealing the sexy, white, lace push-up bra she wore underneath it.
“Mmm. Sexy,” Chance said with admiration in his voice.
She removed her sandals, unbuttoned her jeans, and lowered the zipper. Turning as she bent to slip the jeans off, she gave them a great view of her ass cheeks.
One of the men growled softly, and she laid the jeans and the top over the back of the couch. Next, she undid the bra so her full breasts swayed free and then slipped the matching lace G-string from her hips. Her nipples hardened to tight points with the motion.
“That’s better,” Clayton said huskily.
“I agree,” Chance said.
“What now?” she asked.
Clayton stroked her jaw and said, “Now we fix supper for our girl.”
Chance placed a dish towel on one of the barstools at the counter for her, and she sat and talked with them while they made preparations to put steaks on the grill which was already heating. It was obvious that they were distracted the whole time by her nudity. That gave her a feeling of raw sensuality and power, and she found that she could barely sit still on the other side of the counter. She wanted to be closer.
During their prep time, she came into the kitchen. Every now and then, Clayton and Chance caressed her ass or her breasts, occasionally tweaking a nipple.
She was soon breathless with arousal, and Chance smiled and asked if she wanted a beer. She nodded and he got one for her. Looking down at her with intense eyes, Chance said, “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
She was speechless but did manage a gasp when he put his arms around her and lifted her onto the island. Chance kissed her like he was starved for her, and she wondered if they would make it through the meal without fucking first.
As if he was reading her mind, Clayton said, “We have time for a snack if you’re hungry, Chance.”
“I’m starved,” Chance whispered against her lips as he lowered her back to the island and Clayton lifted her feet and propped them on the counter edge so she’d be more comfortable.