“Ah—”
Her panicked cry was muffled by a mouthful of recliner, and his surprised exclamation was stifled by her glorious, full breasts.
From Clayton’s perspective it was all good and he put his arms around her, now that the room had stopped spinning. Lydia finally achieved her leverage and lifted off of him.
Chance walked up with a grin on his face. “Technical difficulties?” he asked, as the ranch hands followed him into the family room.
Clayton chuckled and said, “We were testing gravity and the laws of physics and got carried away.” He carefully assisted Lydia, who was scrambling to recover her dignity, her pretty cheeks aflame. He rolled out of the chair behind her, and Chance righted it and then kissed Lydia’s forehead. Clayton knew it was probably a little uncomfortable for her to be caught in such a position by Chance and their ranch hands.
She smiled up at him and seemed to come to some sort of decision as she smiled at the guys and rubbed her hands together. Acting as though nothing had happened, she announced, “Give me two minutes, gentlemen. Wash up and take your seats.” The men wandered into the kitchen, and she gave Clayton a quick hug and whispered, “I’m sorry we ran out of time.”
Clayton chuckled and said, “Me, too. Sorry about the near-catapult, too. I’m glad you didn’t hurt yourself.”
Lydia blushed again and chuckled. “Just my dignity, but I’m okay otherwise.” She released him and turned to his brother and received his kiss. “Hi, handsome. Are you hungry?”
“You have no idea, baby.”
“Well, I have something for you to eat,” Lydia said, her eyes twinkling.
Chance grabbed her and squeezed until she giggled and then growled in her ear so only the three of them could hear, “And I’m starving for you, baby.”
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Lydia’s knees wobbled a bit as she rose from her chair at the dinner table. The evening meal had been pleasant and the men were complimentary about the enchiladas and the caramel flan she’d prepared for dessert. She’d maintained her composure by the thinnest of threads.
Chance and Clayton had silently mounted a campaign of seduction over the course of the meal. Chance had insisted that Lydia sit at the head of the table which placed her between them, and within easy reach of their hands under the table.
As conversation flowed throughout the meal, they’d stroked her hands whenever she rested them on the table. Their eyes had been warm as though they wanted to kiss her right then and there. Beneath the table their intentions were more fully revealed.
Shivers had swept up and down her back and spread to her arms and legs as they’d both stroked her knees and gradually worked their way up and down her thighs. She’d had to stifle a whimper when they’d leaned in to share a story with her about the ranch, as their hands had caressed her inner thighs.
Trying to appear relaxed and interested in the conversation had been difficult as they’d systematically fondled her to a state of needy arousal. Her pussy had been throbbing for several minutes when Chance had squeezed her upper thigh gently then backed off. Nerve endings all over her body cried out for him to keep touching her somewhere. At the same time Clayton had sat back in his chair as the meal had drawn to its conclusion.
The men had all carried their plates to the kitchen as the three of them finished their coffee. After thanking her and bidding her good night, the men had all left. As soon as the door closed behind the last of them, Chance had leaned forward and kissed her. Her body felt languid as she responded to him and to Clayton’s touch as he stroked her back. This was it.
Chapter Eighteen
Chance seemed breathless and a little flushed himself as he drew back to look in her eyes. “We want you, baby. You seem ready to take what’s between us to the next level.”
Her voice was a shaky whisper. “I am.”
Clayton placed his palm over the top of her hand. “Are you on birth control, Lydi?”
“I’m on the pill. I have been for a long time.” The anticipation was driving her to distraction and she asked her next question without hesitating. “When was the last time you were with a woman?”
Chance responded easily. “A little over a year. I’ve had a doctor’s exam since then and I’m clean. I always use condoms and we’ll use them with you if you want.”
Clayton hesitated but then replied, “Five months and I’ve been seen by a doctor since, as well. My labs were all clear. I hate condoms, but I’ll use them with you if you really want me to.” Left unspoken was the obvious statement that Clayton would prefer bareback. She couldn’t find fault with that and appreciated the fact that he knew what he wanted.