Lydia's Twin Temptation(Divine Creek Ranch 8)(38)
“Clayton!” His name flew from her lips with the same abandon as his brother’s had.
Lydia cried out in ecstasy and had to bite her lip to keep from screaming as her pussy flooded with silky heat and she came undone.
Her cunt contracted again and again with each wave of her climax until she was limp and weak with pleasure and release. Biting her lip, Lydia shuddered and panted while she prayed they hadn’t heard her all the way downstairs as she’d pleasured herself.
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Chance sat back uncomfortably against the pillows at his headboard and looked over at his brother sitting in the upholstered rocker by the bed. Another sexy whimper echoed through the wall behind him, and Clayton groaned quietly. The bathtub was on the other side of the wall from his headboard, and the wall was evidently not that soundproof.
They’d still attempted to have a rational conversation after the second whimper of pleasure they’d heard coming from her bathroom, thinking perhaps she was just really enjoying her long, hot soak. Now there was no question what was happening on the other side of that wall.
As it was, they’d already been having a sexually charged conversation concerning Lydia and how they would take care of her if the opportunity presented itself. It would pay off for them to be on the same page in advance so there would be no need for protracted conversations about what they should do in the heat of the moment.
Clayton liked to talk things out, but Chance had been certain when their opportunity came to be with her together that Clayton would put her needs first.
Luckily, they’d been about finished when they’d heard the first whimper. Clayton had suggested checking on her to make sure she was all right, but she’d moaned softly a few seconds later, removing all doubt about whether she was okay or not.
Chance’s cock was quickly approaching critical mass and about to explode, while he pictured her delicate fingers stroking what was undoubtedly the prettiest pussy imaginable.
Through the wall, her sensual cry was clearly heard. “Chance!”
“Oh, holy fuck,” he groaned. Lydia was fantasizing about him while pleasuring herself. He forced himself to stay on the bed and not immediately answer her call in person.
Her echoing crying reverberated again, “Clayton!” followed by the erotic sounds of feminine ecstasy.
Rising stiffly from the rocker, Clayton murmured, “Good night.”
Clayton didn’t bother exiting through the bedroom door. He headed straight for the showers in their large adjoining bathroom. Chance had never beat off in the presence of his brother before but figured this was as good a time as any to let the walls come tumbling down. If he had his way, soon they’d both be naked with Lydia, fucking and coming with wild abandon, so there was no point in being shy about it now.
Chapter Eleven
The next afternoon, Clayton smiled as Lydia trotted into the kitchen with her purse on her shoulder and her notebook and pen in hand. She was dressed in jeans and a snug, little white T-shirt with the slogan, “Life is Better in Bliss, CO” printed on it. The “bliss” for him was the way the top hugged her lush, full breasts. Her long, dark hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and she was wearing the turquoise jewelry Chance had given her.
“Okay, I’m all ready,” she said as she slipped glittery sandals on her delicate little feet. Clayton found that he was fascinated by her small feet and graceful arches. She’d painted her toenails hot pink, and he wondered how she’d react if he sucked on them. It’s possible I have a foot fetish. She looked especially pretty in her dainty shoes as she walked up to him with a smile on her face and purpose in her eyes. “This is going to take at least an hour, cowboy. You sure you’ve got time for running errands with me?”
“It’s no problem, Lydi. I can show you around Divine while we’re there.” He led the way out to the garage and hit the button to open the big door. Light filled the garage as the door began to rise and he went around to the passenger door of his red Dodge Ram 1500.
“You and Chance have such nice manners,” she murmured as he held the door and helped her in. His only regret was that lifting her into his truck wasn’t necessary like it was with Chance’s fat-ass dually.
He climbed in on his side, backed out, and headed down the drive. The day was blazing hot, and he cranked the air conditioner up and made sure it was pointing at her. She smiled at him and then looked down at her list, which appeared to be a couple of pages long.
Driving through Divine, he pointed out Stigall’s Department Store and Cheaver’s Western Store just down the block. He gestured to The Dancing Pony and said, “We’ll have to take you there sometime soon. I think you’d love getting to know all the girls. If you meet Maya, I’ll bet she’ll introduce you to them. Did Chance tell you about Discretion?”