Sparks Fly(Divine Creek Ranch 11)(49)

Duke slid two fingers inside her quivering cunt, and she moaned at how quickly the tempest rose inside her. Duke’s scruffy beard tickled her mound as he licked her clit in a sensual, circular rhythm while playing counterpoint with his fingers inside her, rubbing her G-spot. They were both on her hard and fast, and she felt like her insides were blazing. As if on some unspoken cue, they switched places, Duke’s fingers slipping out to be instantaneously replaced by Gage’s.

Gage quickly said, “Hold her head so she doesn’t hit it again,” before sucking her rapidly throbbing clit into his hot mouth.

Duke glanced up at her and gave her his naughty little grin, his gray eyes twinkling and maintaining eye contact as he latched on to her diamond-hard nipples. When she smiled at him, he slid his fingers through her long, dark hair to cradle her head and let go of her nipple long enough to give her a tender kiss. She tasted her own essence on his tongue before he returned his hungry attention to her nipples.

With his equally talented fingers, Gage got her hips flexing and rocking with his attention to her G-spot as he lapped and teased at her clit. Her cunt drew up, and the turmoil increased inside her as her orgasm crested. She heard a sound and wondered if someone stood outside, wondering why the door was locked. She imagined their ear was pressed to the door and her pussy clenched as she realized they might have a key. If they had a key they could come in…and watch.

Her entire pelvic region throbbed along with her galloping heartbeat, and she whimpered. “It’s here, it’s here. Don’t stop! Oh! I’m coming!” The tension in every muscle suddenly sprang free, and her cunt pulsed with each rhythmic wave of her climax, and she cried out, not caring if anyone heard her or not.

Gage not only didn’t stop, he redoubled his efforts, as did Duke until she went limp between them. Dimly she was aware when Gage whispered, “Raise a foot, angel.”

She did as he asked then realized Gage was helping her with her undies, which she must’ve dropped when they attacked her. He was helping her get dressed again as Duke gave her breasts a few final kisses and then pulled up the bodice of her dress.

Duke peered into her eyes. “Need a minute?”

With undoubtedly dazed eyes, Emma nodded her head and smiled. “Yup.”

Gage chuckled as he rose to his feet, licking his lips like the cat that had gotten into the cream, after fixing the hem of her dress. He kissed her with unhurried tenderness and directed her to one of the stalls. “Take as long as you need. We’ll be waiting by the hall to walk you back.”

“That’s a good thing because I’m not sure my legs are working. No more line dancing for me tonight.”

“We’ll order you a soda,” Duke said softly. “You’ll feel bouncy again in no time, which is good because we’re not done with you yet.”

Bouncy? What am I? Tigger?

Gage nodded. “That’s right. The panties are coming back off and you get to ride Duke’s cock on the way to the apartment, and then you’re going to go cowgirl again with me while we lie out on the balcony.”

“So that’s why you got all those potted ferns and other plants!”

“Until we have a place of our own, it’ll be our little private outdoor bedroom.”

“But someone might still see.”

“I know,” Gage growled lustily. Emma bit her lip when she got wet for him all over again. “That’s what I love about ‘purple alligator.’”

Duke reached for the latch. “We’d better go. We’ve already been in here too long. See you in a minute, Em.”

She backed into the stall just as they opened the door and saw Duke wink at her as he pulled the “Temporarily Out of Order” sign from the door. They really had planned “purple alligator” out thoroughly. She was grateful no one was waiting outside the door to come in.

Not ten seconds later, a couple of women walked in chattering. After catching her breath and taking care of business, Emma ventured from the women’s restroom. She found Duke and Gage chatting with Clay and Del Cook while Lily perched in Del’s lap looking very contented. Emma would’ve thought her men looked nonchalant, except that she’d spotted the telltale ridges of their erections inside their cargo shorts.

Thank goodness for snug knit boxer shorts!

She didn’t want any other women eyeing Duke and Gage’s boners but her. Her pussy wept hot moisture in agreement as she remembered Gage’s directive about what she was doing once they left the nightclub.

Good thing I wore a dress, I guess.



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Jack Warner felt a tap on his leg and leaned toward Grace when she beckoned him closer. “Were they doing what I think they were doing?”