Sparks Fly(Divine Creek Ranch 11)(5)

He rode up Main Street to the turnoff for his residential neighborhood and noticed that people were already setting up chairs and canopy shades along the street for tomorrow morning’s parade. He’d probably be able to hear the high school marching band play all the way from the house, as well as the blasting of stereos from the Lowriders Car Club and the other bands. He’d been a kid the last time he’d gone to a parade and didn’t particularly have the desire to fight the crowds to see another one. If the weather cooperated, his plan involved getting on his Harley and seeing how far he got by midday.

Rolling into his drive, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. After parking the bike next to his truck in the garage, he checked the phone and dialed into his voice mail. He leaned against the bed of the truck as he listened to Grace’s message. Parade. Barbeque. Bowie Lake.

Grace and Rachel had invited him to events at the Divine Creek Ranch before, but he’d never made it out to one. Lily Cook and her men, Clay and Del, had recently told him about a get-together they’d enjoyed at the Ranch earlier in the spring. Besides Lily’s wedding, he hadn’t done much in the way of socializing, and even so, this wasn’t the sort of partying he’d been accustomed to. Life, lately, revolved around his busy tattoo studio, Divine Ink. Dialing Grace’s number, Seth decided he’d go for part of the day, and if it wasn’t his thing then he’d still take a ride up into the Hill Country.

The line connected, and he smiled when he heard Grace’s enthusiastic greeting. “So, you’re coming, right? You know you’ll have a great time. And bring your bike because the ride out to Bowie Lake will be perfect at sunset.”

How could he say no in the face of such enthusiasm? Seth smiled as he leaned his elbows against the truck bed. “It sounds like fun, Grace. You can count on me.”

“Awesome! We’ll save a seat for you. You’ll find us right in front of Cheaver’s Western Store on Main. And could you bring an extra helmet in case anyone needs a ride to the ranch?”

“Sure.”

Well, it looked like he was going to a small-town Independence Day parade after all.





Chapter Two




July 4th, at the Cook Ranch…



Lily Cook stretched sleepily and came to full awareness in a rush when her apparently eager cunt easily accepted the cock that thrust inside her from behind.

“Oh! Warn a girl ahead of time,” she murmured shakily as Clay’s and Del’s equally naked, masculine bodies crowded on either side of her. She bit her lip and squeezed her pussy muscles, causing Del to groan as he pulled out and thrust back in.

Her husband Clay kissed her and then scooted downward in the bed so that he could suck at her nipples while she lay on her side, tilted slightly over him.

“Good morning,” he murmured as he stroked her rib cage and her abdomen.

“Good mornin’, Lily Bell,” Del grated out as he increased his strokes. His lips left a heated trail on her back and shoulders, and she moaned in pleasure when he picked up the pace. Clay toyed with her clit while he sucked on her peaked nipples, teasing first one then the other. As they played with and tormented her, she came fully awake, thrusting back against Del as his cock filled her pussy over and over, the excitement building in her nerve endings to a frenzied pitch.

Del pushed her topmost thigh over Clay’s hip, and the tension in her body coiled tighter. Clay released Lily’s right nipple with a wet pop and said, “My turn soon, Lily.” With a chuckle, he went back to work, laying more wet kisses up her chest to her throat before kissing her hungrily on the lips.

Her body felt all keyed up, ready to implode, and Lily wondered how long they’d been playing with her that she was as wet and aroused as she was. Then she remembered the sexy dream she’d been having before they woke her. The thought dissolved as the early flickerings of an orgasm bloomed inside her. Del seemed to understand and held her hips as he thrust, rubbing that spot inside her that drove her wild. Lily held on tight to Clay’s shoulders and buried her face against his neck as the orgasm hit hard. Her body turned to liquid fire and she moaned, bucking her hips back against Del. He thrust firmly a couple more times and groaned with a deep, animalistic sound. “Oh, fuck me.”

Panting to catch her breath, Lily had only a short reprieve before Del gently pulled from her and she found herself looking into Clay’s lusty green-gold eyes. He grinned at her sexily as he lay back. With his powerful arms, he pulled her still-tingling body astride him and thrust home in one stroke.

“Oh, yeah, baby. That’s what I needed. Let’s make some early-mornin’ fireworks.” She felt the hunger for him stir inside her.