Lydia's Twin Temptation (32 page)

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With every movement, Lydia’s clit throbbed to the point that her cunt was pulsing with light, orgasmic spasms. Clayton held her steady as she turned at the end of the pier and eased onto his lap.

Wearing her special purchase from Discretion that morning had been an erogenous thrill, and Clayton did not appear disappointed in the least as he’d investigated her dangling clit jewelry. He seemed to enjoy making the medallions swing, which sent a wave of pleasure through her clit and tightened the arousal slowly building inside her.

She’d wanted him to touch her clit earlier, but he hadn’t. She was actually grateful he didn’t because she would’ve come so easily if he had. The whole point of this jewelry seemed to be to draw out the moment, not to immediately reach the destination. Instead, he drew her onto his lap.

Settling into position, she whimpered when he positioned her thighs outside his own and then opened his legs, exposing her pussy to the balmy morning breeze.

She marveled at the volcanic wave of lust building inside her. When he finally fucked her she knew she was going to explode in a million pieces. She arched her back, and the dangle swung free, drawing a cry from her. She tilted forward and braced herself on his knees.

“You look beautiful like this, Lydi,” he said as he stroked her shoulders and her back before sliding his hands forward to hold and gently squeeze her breasts as the dangles swayed between his splayed fingers. She resisted the urge to stroke her throbbing clit despite her need. “The jewelry is a nice surprise, too.”

Clayton slid his hands farther south, and renewed convulsions rippled through her cunt as his fingertips slid lightly to her inner thighs and teased the flesh on either side of her pussy. She tilted her head back and groaned rapturously, not caring how loud she was.

Streaks of sizzling pleasure raced through her body as Clayton fingered the medallions and kept them undulating with the occasional flick of his fingertips. Perspiration broke out on her forehead, and gooseflesh broke out on her arms. If he kept that up she would probably rock right into orgasm. He must have known that because he held her with one forearm wrapped securely around her hips and spread his thighs a little farther apart. Her cunt was wide open and completely exposed, and she reached back to grip his shoulders as he kept the dangles swinging. Her pussy grew almost painfully tight with arousal, and she knew her juices had to be running out of her by that point.

“Does my beautiful slave girl want to be fucked?”

“Oh, yes!” she whimpered, gripping his knees. He released the button on his fly and pulled down the zipper. His hot cock was suddenly against her ass, and she sat still as he worked his jeans down so that his cock was freed from constraint.

Perched with her thighs outside his, her legs were not long enough to reach the pier, but her feet did reach the upper of his cowboy boots. She used her leverage to lift up and moaned when he rubbed the crown of his cock against her cunt. She was very slick, and the sensation was undeniably sensual. She waited and allowed him to guide her back down in short, slippery, sliding strokes until she was filled with his cock and back on his lap.

Reaching forward, he swung the medallions and thrust at the same time.

“Oh!” She tilted her head back and her hips forward so that the dangles swung free with every move they made. He guided her hips and she ground against him.

“I love fucking my little slave girl.”

His cock was as hard as a steel pole moving inside her. His words inflamed her, and she pressed the balls of her feet against the insteps of his boots as though they were stirrups, braced her hands on his knees, and rode him more vigorously.

The certainty of the most explosive orgasm of her life stirred inside of her and she rode toward it with increasing abandon. Clayton reached forward, flicked the dangles so they swung wildly and then stroked a single fingertip over her clit.

“Come with me, slave girl,” Clayton growled.

Wildfire ripped through her, and her scream burst from her lungs as she flew apart, shattering in a million pieces. Her body trembled and shuddered with each burning contraction of her orgasm, magnified by his final, hard thrusts as he came, too.

“Lydi!” he shouted wildly, holding her to him tightly as his cock pulsed deep within her.

As the climactic waves receded she collapsed back against him and sighed blissfully as he held her. His embrace was gentle now as he pressed kisses to her throat and her temple. He groaned when his cock pulsed one last time, and he murmured, “That was way funner than fishing.”

They both burst into laughter, and she tilted up her lips for a kiss and then said, “Fishing can be fun, it just depends on what kind of pole you like to use.”

Clayton chuckled as he caressed her bare mound and the clit dangle and responded, “It also depends on the bait you use.”

Chapter Twenty-eight

Chance topped the last rise before the cabin came into view. His passenger sat mutely, taking in the view calmly as though he’d been this way before. His travelling companion looked over at Chance, and he thought he saw a glimmer of a smile.

The lake was clearly visible from the all-terrain vehicle, and Chance could see that Clayton had pulled the floating dock out a short distance from the pier to make use of it. At the moment, it appeared that his brother was applying sunscreen to Lydia’s beautiful, bare ass, as she lay on her stomach on a beach towel.

Clayton must’ve heard the ATV’s engine because he looked Chance’s way and raised his hand in greeting. Chance put it back in gear and continued down the trail that led to the cabin.

A quarter mile later, he pulled to a stop by the cabin and enjoyed the view as Lydia emerged from the water, climbing the ladder at the end of the pier. She smiled and waved at him and then froze, her eyes glued to his passenger as Clayton spoke to her.

Chance grinned and then helped his traveling companion from the seat. He checked and made sure that the other surprise was attached where it needed to be and then carried the little guy to the steps and met them halfway at the end of the pier. Lydia’s cheeks were flushed, and she looked ready to start crying.

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Lydia’s heart lurched as she looked into the lively brown eyes of the Great Pyrenees puppy Chance held in his arms. He blinked his long, white eyelashes and then grinned at her. A tremor went through her as she recalled another Great Pyrenees puppy that had seemed to grin at her when he saw her, too. She gently sank her trembling fingertips into the silky fur beneath his ears and stroked.

Chance’s eyes shone with love as he leaned forward and kissed her then said, “Surprise, baby. He’s nine weeks old.”

Clayton wrapped a towel around her damp shoulders and said, “Do you like him, Lydi?”

Chance said, “Clayton got the idea that you might like to have another one and did all the research. I just did pickup duty today.”

Lydia looked up into Clayton’s smiling face and said, “I love him. And I love you.” She went on her tiptoes and kissed Clayton with all the tenderness that currently filled her heart for him. She looked back to Chance and said, “And I love you, Chance.” She rose up and kissed him as well then stroked the little puppy’s big paws. His tail wagged, and he grinned at her again. He made a little woof sound and wiggled in Chance’s arms.

She followed Clayton and Chance onto the shaded front deck and perched in the lounge chair, and Chance placed the puppy on the seat in front of her. Examining his paws, she murmured, “He is going to be huge.”

Clayton said, “The owner told me his mama was almost ninety pounds and the father was one twenty-five. He’s going to be massive.”

Lydia nodded and spoke to the puppy. “Hello there, baby.” The puppy walked up to her then licked her hand. He sniffed her for a few seconds and then flopped down by her knees and rested his head on her thigh, looking up at her adoringly. Lydia gazed up at her men with her heart in her throat. Tears blurred her vision, and her chin trembled.

“I don’t know what to say.” She stroked the silky fur around his ears and eyes. He closed his eyes and heaved a big, puppy sigh. She scratched under his chin, which he lifted for her obligingly, and said, “You’re the sweetest men I’ve ever known.”

She closed her eyes and felt tears slip free as she stroked under his collar. Something metallic and warm from the puppy’s body heat moved against her finger and she opened her eyes, thinking it was the D-ring on the collar.

A flash and sparkle caught her eye, and she gasped in shock when she saw what was attached to his collar. A ring. Lifting it from the bed of white, puppy fur it lay on, Lydia gasped again.

“Oh my—” The diamond in the setting had to be at least two carats, if not more. The puppy looked up at her and grinned again, like it was all
his
idea, then stood up and licked her chin.

The warmth of her handsome, loving men closed in on both sides of her as they sat on opposite edges of the lounge chair, with her in between, right where she wanted to be.

Chance brushed his lips against her cheek and murmured, “Make me the happiest man in the world, baby. Marry me.”

Clayton nuzzled her jaw and said, “Lydi, I want to love you every day of my life. Marry me, too.”

Palming both their cheeks, she looked at Chance and said, “I’m so glad I took that chance and left Fort Stockton with you, handsome.” Looking into Clayton’s eyes, she said, “Cowboy, I feel so blessed that you love me, too. I want to spend the rest of my life loving both of you.”

The puppy stood, wagged his tail, put his front paws on her thighs and licked her chin. They all laughed as he grinned, gave a little bark, and then softly howled
“whoo!”
as though he’d been the one responsible for sealing the deal. It was a moment she’d never forget.

Epilogue

Not quite a month later, in late August…

Dressed in boots and jeans, Lydia stood with Chance and Clayton. She’d never been to a wedding where she hadn’t worn a dress and heels, but then again she’d never been to a wedding quite like this one.

With all of their friends surrounding them on the bank of the Divine Creek, Kendall, Boone, and Richard Warner stood on a large, flat rock positioned just a few feet out in the creek. With them stood Blake Gray, a good friend of Ethan Grant’s, who had driven from Dallas to perform the binding ceremony. Rachel had told Lydia that he had done the same thing for Grace and Teresa when they married their men.

The guests and attendants all stood or sat informally along the creek bank after riding out on whichever type of conveyance they’d chosen. There was a row of ATVs, a couple of SUVs, and even several horses were tethered nearby.

Lydia, Chance, and Clayton had ridden out on horseback, and she rolled her eyes and couldn’t help but laugh when Mack plopped down at her feet and grinned up at her. The puppy followed her everywhere she went.

“Look at that face,” Chance said. “He’s just as smitten with you as he can be.” Mack’s ears perked up. He grinned at Chance, and then turned his devoted gaze back to his mistress with a small “
whoof
,” as though Chance were stating the obvious.

When people asked her why she’d named the beautiful Great Pyrenees puppy Mack, she said she could tell by his humongous feet that he was going to be as big as a Mack truck, so it fit him.

Chance caressed Lydia’s palm and whispered, “Smart dog. I’d follow you around all day if I could, too.”

Lydia’s smiled up at him, remembering their lovemaking from early that morning. If her men spent any more of their time at the ranch house than they already did, the place would fall down around their ears. Chance and Clayton could never be accused of not being devoted to her pleasure.

Eli Wolf and Ethan Grant began to play a sweet melody on their guitars. Lydia recognized the tune as “From This Moment On” by Shania Twain. Standing nearby with tears in their eyes, Grace Warner and Rachel Wolf watched their husbands as they set the mood for the gathering.

Adam Davis embraced Grace from behind, his large hands sliding over her swollen abdomen in a loving caress as he pressed his lips to her temple. Jack lifted Grace’s hand and pressed a tender kiss to her knuckles. Lydia had felt mild concern for her earlier because Grace was nearly full term and moving slow, but Grace insisted she wasn’t missing this wedding, no matter what. Her men had stuck close to her since they’d arrived.

Rachel smiled at her husband Eli as she stroked her rounded abdomen. Eli gazed at Rachel with such adoration that Lydia felt tears prickle in her eyes.

Rosemary Piper and her husbands, Wes and Evan, stood nearby chatting quietly. Rosemary nodded at something Wes said and then smiled when Wes gave her a gentle kiss. Evan followed suit then whispered in her ear. Both men chuckled as Rosemary blushed a bright pink.

Ash Peterson’s son, Will, burbled merrily from his father’s arms, eyeing the creek like he wanted to jump in headfirst. His mother, Juliana, murmured to him and handed him a rattle, which he stuffed in his mouth. Ash kissed the top of Juliana’s head, and she looked up at her husband, the foreman of the Divine Creek Ranch, and smiled when he drew her close.

Michael Martinez sat on a tree stump with his little brother, Eleazar, and they watched raptly as the two men played guitar while their parents stood nearby. Angel’s arm was around Teresa’s waist, and Joaquin held her hand as she spoke quietly to them and they grinned.

Ace winked at Lydia from across the gathering where he stood with Summer and Kemp, talking with Summer’s sister Margot and her boyfriend Jake Redman. Margot glared at Jake over something he said and elbowed him in the abdomen. Jake whispered to her, and whatever he said made her laugh and blush profusely. She rubbed the spot she’d elbowed and a smile crossed Jake’s lips.

Lydia noticed a tall, pretty brunette wearing rimless eyeglasses speaking to Grace. She’d arrived dressed in scrubs and a doctor’s white coat just moments before they’d begun making the trek out to the creek for the ceremony. There was a trace of concern in the way her eyebrows were knit together as she spoke to Grace, and Lydia assumed she was her physician. Grace shook her head and patted the woman’s shoulder. Lydia noted that the woman appeared not quite comfortable in this social gathering. She overlapped the edges of her doctor’s coat in front of her and kept her arms crossed as the others congregated and chatted but mostly kept her eye on Grace.

Lydia would have approached the woman to make small talk and help her feel more comfortable, but she heard an engine in the distance, signaling that the bride and her attendants had arrived. Everyone moved so they could see well and the gathering parted as she drew near.

Maya was dressed in a high-necked, sleeveless wedding dress made of a diaphanous ivory-colored fabric that floated and shimmered all around her ankles. She was barefooted. On any other woman the creation would have been too fairy-like, but Maya looked like a goddess. The dress fit her curves closely and her skin looked luminous. Her hair was a mass of wild curls streaming down her back.

Jack Warner stepped forward with a big grin on his face and extended his arm to her, which she happily took. There was no slow processional, just the crescendo of the song Eli and Ethan were playing as she reached the top of the oak-leaf-carpeted creek bank and stepped within view of the handsome grooms.

Lydia looked over at Kendall, Boone, and Richard. All three of their jaws hung open a little in awe. The love in their eyes was an almost palpable thing as Maya made her way down the creek bank with Jack’s help. He kissed her cheek once she was on level ground, and everyone gasped when she look a running, joyful leap out over the creek and onto the big, flat rock the men stood on. Being the closest, Richard caught her easily, and they made room for her on the now slightly crowded rock.

The creek was an idyllic, pastoral scene for the wedding, and Lydia wondered if Maya and her men spent much time at this spot. She made a mental note to take a walk down to the creek in the area closest to the house one day the following week. It seemed like the ideal place to take a book and relax.

Blake Gray spoke to the assembly briefly and then performed the ceremony that bound Maya’s heart and life with those of her men. Maya was enthralled with each man as he knelt in front of her, slipped a narrow band onto her finger, and then kissed her hand. She slid a wedding band on each man’s ring finger and kissed him. When it was Boone’s turn, as he stood for his kiss, he looked into Maya’s eyes and spoke solemnly but softly as he caressed the wide, delicate-looking filigreed silver choker that she wore around her neck. He placed his hands at her hips and kissed her just as his brothers had done. Blake pronounced to the gathering that they were bound, and everyone clapped and cheered.

Chance said, “I’ll get the horses, unless you’d like me to give you a ride back.”

Lydia giggled at his innuendo and said, “Maybe we’ll take ‘a ride’ later, but for now I need to get back to check on the preparations.” Earlier in the week, Chance and Clayton had demonstrated for her the joys of panty-less horseback riding. They’d asked her to wear a flowing skirt and had taken her out for a ride in one of the more remote areas of the ranch and let her ride them to her heart’s content in the sunshine. The memory made her cheeks feel warm and other parts of her even warmer and wetter.

But the reception couldn’t wait for another dalliance, and Lydia needed to get back to the ranch to check in. Rudy and his staff had been a tremendous help in doing the prep work and setup, leaving her time to create the cake. The wedding planner had handled everything else.

Lydia looked for Grace in the crowd and didn’t see her, but did see Adam who was one of the tallest men there, clustered with Ethan and Jack, which probably meant Grace was in their midst.

Lydia had a feeling she knew what was going on and turned to Chance and Clayton. “Guys, I need to check on Grace.”

Clayton said, “She was looking a little pale a few minutes ago. Doctor Guthrie was talking to her.”

That must’ve been who the bespectacled woman was that she’d seen Grace speaking to earlier. The three of them made their way over to Grace, and Lydia grew more concerned when she heard a panting whimper. Suddenly, Adam lifted Grace into his arms and turned. Grace saw Lydia and stopped him.

Lydia asked, “Are you all right, Grace?”

Grace gave her an apologetic smile and said, “Nothing a few more hours of labor and a big push won’t solve. I’m sorry to leave before the reception.”

“That’s okay,” Lydia said. “Babies always take precedence, especially when they’re trying to get here.”

Grace said, “I’ll have the guys call with news.”

Maya came running up and gave Grace a hug and said, “I’m really sorry I won’t be there for Rose Marie’s birth after all, Grace.”

Grace smiled and said, “That’s all right. She’ll settle for a visit from her Aunt Maya after you return from the honeymoon. Congratulations, sweetie.”

Maya patted her hand then Adam and the doctor turned and hurried to one of the SUVs. Jack and Ethan already had it running and waiting.

Eli walked up to his wife and said, “So this is it, huh? Are they taking her to the hospital?”

Rachel nodded. “Yup. She wouldn’t admit it to me, but I think she’s been in labor since earlier this afternoon. She was bound and determined she was going to be here for this wedding. Speaking of doctors and hospital visits, did you hear what happened to poor Gage?”

Lydia’s ears perked up at the name. Gage Randall was Duke Rivers’s cousin and a dear friend of hers from San Angelo. Duke and Gage had been family friends since she was a child and were really more like brothers.

“No. What?” she asked, as Chance and Clayton drew near to hear the story.

Rachel grimaced. “He got shot in the ass with an arrow out at Campbell Lake. Some kid was playing around and accidentally hit him.” Lydia cringed as Rachel continued. “But it sounds like Doctor Guthrie got him all fixed up. Summer said Emma was nearby when it happened.”

“I didn’t know anything about it. I’m glad he’s okay, though.” Lydia turned to her men and said, “Well, let’s get this show on the road.”

They returned to the ranch, and the covered pavilion at the Rockin’ C Ranch was soon filled with people eating, dancing, and having a good time.

Lydia was particularly amused by Maya’s friends who had come from San Marcos, Texas. They were getting their groove on with several of the ranch hands from both ranches after Maya took them around and introduced all of them. The girls looked like they were in cowboy hottie heaven as the ranch hands took turns dancing with them.

Particularly satisfying to Lydia was catching a glimpse of her friend LuAnn as she danced closely with Robert Martin. The two of them had hit it off from the moment she’d arrived on the ranch. When the DJ put on Big & Rich’s “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy,” Lydia had to join all the girls for their dance.

Everyone laughed as one of the barn cats chased Mack through the assemblage, and Lydia was relieved they’d waited until after everyone had eaten and had cake before they’d resumed their little war for dominance.

Mack was convinced he was the alpha dog, since he was the
only
dog, and Jake the barn cat seemed bound and determined that he was the alpha dog, never mind that he was a cat. Mack now weighed thirty pounds and had doubled in size in the last month. But when Jake hissed and arched his back, turning instantly into a much larger-looking orange fur ball, it never failed to disconcert Mack.

Lydia’s gaze was drawn to Clayton, who stood speaking with Ace and Kemp. She was relieved that there were no ongoing conflicts between her brothers and her men. Lydia thought Summer was perfect for Ace and Kemp and looked forward to having her for a sister-in-law.

Chance snuck up behind Lydia and surprised her by sliding a hand around her waist from behind. “You’re thinking awfully hard there, ‘future Mrs. Chance and Clayton Carlisle.’ Making plans for your wedding already?”

They’d decided on a small November wedding, set in the large backyard of the ranch house, weather permitting. “It is occupying my thoughts a lot, but right now my mind is centered more on the immediate future after everyone goes home tonight.”

Clayton joined them, having heard the last part of what she said, judging by the big smile on his face. “Central in my plans is getting you off your feet and into the tub for a nice long, lavender-scented soak, then flat on your back in our bed with us.”

Lydia smiled and said, “I can’t wait.”

“So what’s next on your agenda?” Chance asked as she turned so she was centered between them like the filling in a delicious cowboy sandwich. The gathering was made up entirely of people who knew all about the polyandrous marriages that proliferated amongst this group she’d been lucky enough to join.

Lydia didn’t hesitate when she smiled at her men and said, “Right now, I want to dance with
both
of my men. Later on…”

Her men drew close to her and Chance asked, “Later on…what?”

They each took a hand as the DJ switched tunes and the opening strains of Shania Twain’s “Forever and For Always” started to play.

“Later on, how about we recreate page two hundred seventy-three of
The Rancher’s Lady
again, only this time without the interruption.”