Anal sex with Boone in that dominating position had definitely done it for her. Richard had been worried Boone might be too heavy for her, but it had clearly been exactly what she’d wanted. He wasn’t quite sure he could do that for her, but if it was what she needed, he’d be willing to try.
He handed Boone the hot washcloth he’d asked for as he climbed up on the big bed with them. Carefully, Boone withdrew and pressed the washcloth to her bottom and wiped all the now-sticky lubricant from the area.
“Feel okay?” Kendall whispered as he kissed her. She smiled and nodded before looking over at Richard.
She smiled blissfully at him and asked, “You okay, Richard?”
Richard felt at times like Maya could look right into his heart. He’d been unable to hide his worry in the seconds before Boone had sunk his cock into her ass. Even then she’d done what she could to let him know she was fine.
“I’m good, honey. I ran you a bath.”
Boone rose from the bed to remove and dispose of the condom, and Kendall helped her sit up. She giggled and said, “I feel like a limp noodle.”
“Then we’ll carry you to the tub,” Kendall said as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. Richard followed them into the room. The tub was nearly full.
“I know it might be tight,” Maya said. “But could I talk all three of you into joining me. I can sit in someone’s lap so it won’t be so crowded.”
Richard never even hesitated. He climbed in before Kendall even moved to place her in the tub. There was plenty of room for the four of them once Maya was perched in Richard’s lap with her arms looped around his shoulders.
She snuggled her forehead to his neck and giggled when Kendall good-naturedly asked, “How come she’s in your lap again for bath time? You got her last night, too.”
Richard chuckled contentedly and settled back against the sloped seat of the tub. “Snooze, you lose, bro. Besides, you’re going to have her all to yourself Tuesday and Wednesday night. I’m just ‘getting, while the getting is good.’”
Richard and Boone were helping the Carlisles haul three cattle trailers full of cattle to Alamosa, Colorado, where they were being met by a couple of friends. The two ranchers were purchasing the breeding stock along with the trailers for their ranch. Richard was willing to bet his next paycheck that the Carlisles also planned to stop in Fort Stockton on both legs of the journey.
Richard had helped Chance haul stock a few weeks before, and Chance had made a stop at the cafe in Fort Stockton, Texas on their way to their destination.
The cafe was poorly managed but their pretty waitress had done her best to take care of them. It had taken several rounds with the menu before they both decided on something the establishment wasn’t out of. She’d made sure their food was fresh and hot before she’d brought it to them. As she’d blushed and apologized for the inconvenience, Chance had seemed a little smitten with her.
The manager had yelled at her from the kitchen within their hearing, and when she’d returned to refill their coffee cups there had been tears welling in her eyes.
When Chance had asked if she was all right, she’d reassured him she’d done something worthy of getting fussed at and left it at that. Richard had been able to tell the scene bothered Chance greatly.
Chance had watched her carefully for the hour they were in the cafe. There had been no more incidents with the manager, who had gone into his office and slammed the door.
Richard wasn’t sure her circumstances were good. He’d quietly watched her as she’d flitted around taking care of customers, cleaning, serving, and bussing tables with the help of one other waitress. Richard suspected her feet hurt as she’d rushed about, and he noticed her shoes were not of a good quality for standing in all day.
He hadn’t been a bit surprised when Chance had tucked a one hundred dollar bill beneath his plate, murmuring to Richard that he knew she was the one who would get it. The other waitress had been just as busy taking care of several tables full of bikers at that point.
Richard was jarred back to the present when Maya’s slick little body shifted against his as she reached for her scented body wash. She lathered the bath sponge he’d picked out for her and said, “I’m going to miss you both when you’re gone.”
Boone chuckled as he took the sponge from her and gently scrubbed her shoulders. “Not likely, baby. Kendall is probably going to keep your hands full the whole time.”
Kendall shook his head and said, “No, I fully intend to keep my hands full the whole time.”
* * * *
Maya chuckled as she read Grace’s ecstatic response to her text message Monday afternoon. Maya had thought it was a little preemptive, but she’d done as Grace had suggested and dropped by Dr. Emma Guthrie’s office earlier that afternoon.