Lydia's Twin Temptation(Divine Creek Ranch 8)(37)

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Lydia wondered if she was reading Clayton’s responses to her right. She was a little confused. He’d kissed her earlier but now seemed almost in a hurry to get out of the bathroom. She retrieved a nightgown from her dresser and brought the novel Chance and Clayton had given her into the bathroom with her, thinking it might help her relax. She was ready to find out what happened next to the rancher’s lady as she closed the bathroom door and undressed.

Lavender scented the air as she poured a capful of bubble bath under the running water. She’d never used it while in Fort Stockton because her tub only held about a teaspoon of bathwater and she thought that would be a waste.

She gazed critically at her nude body which was reflected from several different angles in the bathroom mirrors. Due to overwork and a shoestring budget for groceries, she’d lost weight while in Fort Stockton but felt fairly satisfied with her body. Losing weight had probably been a good thing because the women in her family tended toward generous hips and legs.

She cupped her plentiful breasts in her hands and felt that they helped to balance out her curvy ass and thighs. The nipple she’d slammed in the drawer was still a little inflamed, but the ice pack Chance had made for her must’ve helped because it wasn’t actually bruised. She’d hardly been aware of it during the day, except for when her nipples had hardened.

Her nipples peaked now, when she stroked them with her thumbs, and she recalled how they’d tightened when Clayton had lifted her against him when he helped her from the truck. The physical attraction was there, at least for her. She just needed to find out what was going on with him.

She slipped into the tub carefully, sighing luxuriously as the hot water enveloped her all the way up to her chin. Nothing had ever felt so divinely decadent. Allowing the hot water to soak the tension from her, she once again got caught up in the ménage romance novel. The love scenes were sizzling hot, and she soon found that she was very aroused.

Lydia pressed the button on the side of the tub and the whirlpool jets came to life. Giggling in delight, she got comfortable against the sloped end of the tub and closed her eyes for a minute.

Thoughts of Chance and the way they’d awakened that morning clasped in each other’s arms came to mind. She also recalled the explosive orgasm she’d had the night before in the shower while fantasizing about being with him and his handsome brother.

Last night was certainly not the first time she’d ever fantasized about them, but her erotic thoughts now seemed more powerful because they’d more or less declared themselves to her. Chance more so than Clayton, but given time she knew she’d feel as warmly toward Clayton as his brother. Her bodily responses didn’t lie.

Beneath the bubbles, her hands slithered over her naked body to her pussy. Her fingertips drifted and tickled in the dark curls on her mound for a minute or two, teasing her clit with gentle outer pressure on her lips. Shifting her hips, she moaned, trying to be quiet, as she slid a finger between her inner lips to the slippery heat inside. She remembered that Clayton had said they would be downstairs if she needed them. Knowing she was alone, she repositioned again and felt the strong thrust of the whirlpool jet against her hip bone.

She lifted an ankle and hooked it around the side of the tub, so the powerful jet shot water straight against her engorged clit. It was very strong and she drew back from it. As she grew accustomed to the force she moved a little closer. Her pussy tightened under the stimulation.

“Oh.”

She whimpered softly and imagined Chance and Clayton in the tub with her. Would they like to watch her as she did this? Her cheeks flushed with heat as she imagined them watching her or, better yet, helping her.

Maybe they’d each hold a leg so she’d feel captured, and Chance would stroke her clit while Clayton fingered her cunt. The thought of feeling both their hands on her pussy at once was enough to send her body into lustful overdrive.

Moving closer to the jet, she imagined them positioning her so that the jet pulsed on her clit until she came over and over again. The pressure of the water vibrating over her clit sent her higher and higher as she inched a little closer to the jet.

She imagined Chance pulling her into his lap so she straddled his hips and thrusting his big cock into her cunt.

“Oh, Chance!”

She slid two fingers into her pussy and stroked her G-spot. Her pussy grew more slippery around her fingers as her arousal skyrocketed. She felt it everywhere, even in her hair follicles. Concentrating on that one spot inside her, she arched her back and used a fingertip to pull up the slight fleshy hood that her clit hid behind, imagining as she did that it was really Clayton fingering her as Chance fucked her. The jet pounded deliciously against her exposed clit and sent her over the brink.