The Divine Creek Ranch Collection Volume 3

by Heather Rainier

  After giving her a few moments to recover, Clayton repositioned his free hand behind her and slid two fingertips into her cunt and stroked her sweet spot. She stirred at the penetration, and he knew he had it when she moaned and flexed her hips.

  “Oh, perfect,” she whispered, gasping for breath. Clayton looked beyond her to Chance and they nodded at each other. He stroked her G-spot until she was on the verge of a second climax.

  “Ready, baby?” Chance asked as Clayton sat up, still stroking her.

  “Yes, yes! Tell me what to do,” she whispered urgently.

  Clayton stopped what he was doing, wrapped his forearms around her torso, and whispered, “On your hands and knees, back up to me, Lydi.” She did as he asked until her thighs were splayed wide outside his and her ass was lined up with his cock. Chance drew close and lifted her under her arms as Clayton positioned her thighs on top of Chance’s so that she was sandwiched between them in an upright position.

  Clayton said, “Hold on to Chance, Lydi, while I lube up.”

  She murmured her assent as she wrapped her arms around Chance’s neck and pressed her cheek against his chest. Clayton lubed his pulsing cock well and then handed the bottle to Chance. Clayton wrapped an arm around her hips and massaged her asshole. She gulped and moaned as he sank two fingers, and she panted when he introduced a third. Her head fell back against Clayton’s shoulder, and she moved with his slow, rhythmic thrusts, and he knew she was ready.

  He wiped his hand on a nearby towel and then positioned his well-lubed cock at her asshole. She tightened briefly but then pushed back against him.

  “Ready, Lydi?”

  “Yes.”

  Once again using his free hand, Clayton reached between her spread thighs and teased the swollen bud of her clit as he simultaneously began pressing into her ass. The tight muscles resisted him at first, and she groaned as he stroked her clit. He never let up on the pressure as he whispered, “Let me in, Lydi. I love you.”

  She took a deep breath and allowed Chance to draw her arms back around his neck. His brother gently but firmly stroked her lower back and her ass, murmuring, “You’re beautiful like this with us, baby. We can’t wait to both be inside you. Just relax for Clayton. He won’t hurt you.”

  She tilted her head to look up at Chance and then turned slightly and smiled at Clayton. “I trust you both.” She laid her head against his brother’s chest and then took a deep breath and let it out very slowly. Chance massaged her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly, and she shuddered. “Oh, cowboy. You’re so big. I love it.”

  Clayton felt her tight asshole begin to give way as she arched her back and a tremor rippled through her body. “Yes, Lydi. That’s it. Let me in.” He bit his lip, resisting the monumental urge to thrust deep in one plunge as he felt the head of his cock ease into her slowly.

  Letting his head fall back, Clayton bit his lip as he breathed deep, trying to maintain control. He could hear Chance whispering to Lydia. She moaned and nodded at whatever he said. Chance made eye contact and smiled at his brother, giving him a brief nod. Clayton groaned as he thrust slowly into the tight clasp of her ass in minute increments. He took each thrust slowly as she breathed out sexy sounds meant to drive him insane. By the time his cock was in to the root he was ready to howl and fuck with wild abandon but held still with the barest grasp on his self-control.

  Another shudder rippled through Lydia, and he could see the wave of gooseflesh that shimmered over her skin. “Clayton, it’s unbelievable.”

  Clayton wrapped both arms around her torso, gently cupping a breast in one hand and a hip in the other as Chance transferred her body weight to him. The sweet scent of her perspiration-dampened flesh seeped into his senses as she reached her hands back to his neck and shoulders.

  She tilted her lips to his for a kiss as Chance lubricated his cock. Lydia gasped lightly when Chance stroked a little of the lube onto her pussy lips. Chance accidentally brushed his fingertips against the base of Clayton’s cock, causing him to jerk at the contact. The movement caused Lydia to clench uncontrollably on his cock but he did his best to maintain self-restraint, wanting this to be a good first experience for her.

  He and Chance were in agreement about not interfering with each other’s stroking and touching of Lydia, but incidental contact like that was unavoidable and didn’t bother Clayton at all. It was her pleasure that mattered to both of them.

  Holding her securely, Clayton leaned back with her and groaned as his cock slid a little deeper. She was evidently beyond speech as she panted lightly, allowing him to position her.

  Chance positioned his cock and closed his eyes as he thrust gently into her tightly crowded pussy. The sensation was unbelievable as Lydia squeezed Clayton’s cock with her tight muscles in reaction. Her moans were sounds of erotic desperation as she was filled with both of them. Chance groaned as he flexed his hips, taking his time with her until he was seated to the hilt in her pussy.

  She opened her bottomless, turquoise-blue eyes and gazed up at Clayton, the trace of a smile on her face and in her eyes as she kissed him and then turned to kiss Chance. A bolt of lightning lit the darkening sky, and thunder crashed seconds later.

  Unable to contain the urge any longer and knowing the moment had arrived, Clayton thrust against her and pulled out a bit, then thrust again. Lydia’s eyelids fluttered closed, her long, dark eyelashes like a smudge feathered against her upper cheeks. Well-prepared and well-lubed, his cock slid with relative ease in the tight, fist-like grip of her ass.

  Chance flexed in time with Clayton’s thrusts so that she was constantly filled with one or the other of their cocks. Lydia eventually found her place in the rhythm, purring blissfully as she rocked back and forth between them. After a minute her body grew tense and trembled between them. “I can feel it, guys. It’s coming! Oh, God!” She whimpered as the tension around Clayton’s cock increased.

  Chance reached between them and must have stroked her clit. She threw back her head and howled with pleasure as her pussy and ass rippled and clenched with the spasms of her climax. Let off his chain but going as gently as he could, Clayton thrust into her ass. He fought the animalistic part of him that wanted to lose complete control and pound into her as the pressure built in his pelvis until it released in a cataclysmic surge. He let loose with a howling cry of his own. Chance held tightly to her and thrust several more times before he moaned in ecstasy. Clayton’s release pulsed into her ass in great, searing waves. A bright flash of light lit the window. Clayton pressed his forehead to her shoulder and shuddered as the last wave hit him and Chance groaned loudly and slumped against her as well.

  Shuddering delicately, Lydia reached for both of them and laid one hand on their shoulders. An ecstatic-sounding sigh came from her lips.

  The three of them were still intimately connected as the storm finally got its groove on and the rain began to pour. Clayton looked down at Lydia as some subconscious part of him waited for the crash that should follow the flash of lightning. Instead, he heard the sound of tires squealing to a stop on concrete and looked out the window.

  Ace Webster’s big, black Hummer was parked on the circular drive, adjacent to the window they were currently flagrantly positioned in front of. Through the windshield, Ace made eye contact with him, his hands still tightly gripping the steering wheel. He looked ready to commit murder. Chance cursed softly as he caught sight of the vehicle, too.

  Stirring, Lydia looked up between them, seeking another kiss or caress, and her eyes focused out the window. “Oh, fuck a duck.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chance kissed Lydia’s shoulder, refusing to lose the moment completely, and said, “The next time we have a ménage it won’t end quite this abruptly.”

  Sounding mildly panicked, Lydia replied, “I know. I’m sorry. This is entirely my fault.”

  Clayton shook his head. “Not really. We should’ve remembered to remotely lock the front gate. Sorry, Lydi,” he said with a reluctant-sou
nding groan as he pulled his cock from her ass. Chance heard the door slam on Ace’s vehicle.

  A bereft sound slipped from Lydia’s lips as Chance pulled out, too, and rose from the chaise. After she quickly wiped off the lube, he helped Lydia into the sheer, silky robe she’d worn downstairs, noting that it really didn’t cover much. The scent of sex hung in the air, and Chance fought the wave of irritation that threatened to ruin his sex-induced endorphin rush. Dealing with an angry brother had not been on his post-ménage agenda.

  A big fist pounded on the front door, and Chance strode from the room to answer it once they all had on their robes. Keeping Ace waiting was probably not in their best interest. He turned his head to check on Lydia standing in the entry to the living room as he opened the door. He never saw the fist that slammed into his jaw a split second before pain erupted and everything went black.

  * * * *

  Lydia screamed when Chance jackknifed back from the door and landed flat on his back on the tiled entryway. He laid there motionless as she ran to him, her knees colliding painfully with the cold, hard floor. The tingle and throb of heightened awareness faded to be replaced by mounting irritation that this was the aftermath of her first ménage experience. More tires screeched on the concrete outside as the scent of rain-soaked air wafted through the opened door.

  Clayton hovered over the two of them for a second and then stood between them and the front door.

  “Just who in the hell do you think you are, Webster?”

  Ace growled in that menacing way he had that struck fear in the hearts of men and made her want to slug him back as he yelled, “I’m one pissed-off big brother. That’s my baby sister you’re taking advantage of. How am I supposed to act?”

  In a trademark, lightning-speed jab to the jaw she probably should’ve warned both men about, Ace laid Clayton out cold alongside his brother.

  Lydia heard the distinct sound of a woman clearing her throat and wondered what was next. She couldn’t help the tears that overflowed as she tenderly touched Chance’s swelling jaw and then the already enlarging puffiness under Clayton’s left eye.

  The very angry-sounding woman replied on Lydia’s behalf, “Oh, I don’t know, you big ignoramus. Maybe try acting like an adult instead of a thug?” The woman made a disgusted sound and then shoved Ace out of the way like he was a twink. It didn’t escape Lydia’s notice that he allowed her to.

  The blonde woman came closer and knelt down to Lydia as she crouched in her barely there cover-up, which was meant to entice, not hide anything. The woman was beautiful, dressed impeccably from her tailored top down to the high heels on her feet.

  Ace defensively replied, “They were fucking my sister. I did what any red-blooded big brother would do!”

  She looked at Lydia sympathetically and then a glitter came into her eyes before she turned back to Ace. “Which is what? Act like a great, big jackass?”

  “They were right there!” Ace pointed into the living room where the double chaise lounge now sat, the large bath sheet in disarray. “I could see them through the window, fucking!”

  Ace gave a full-body shudder and scrubbed his face and eyes with his hands like he’d just seen something disgusting. She wanted to kick him in the balls. Hard.

  Appearing outraged, the blonde stood and rounded on Ace as Kemp walked in behind him—joy of joys. If Lydia hadn’t been so upset she might have enjoyed the moment as the woman got right in Ace’s face.

  “Do you mean to tell me that you interrupted their ménage? You interrupted their ménage? You?” She hollered the last word, and some secret, unspoken communication occurred between them in the next few seconds.

  Kemp closed the front door behind him and shook his head. “I wish you’d answered your phone, Ace. We could’ve talked this out so there wouldn’t be any of this mess to deal with. You should’ve listened when Summer tried to tell you.”

  “Summer, what they were doing was inappropriate!”

  Summer’s mouth popped open, and she put her thumb and pinky to her face as if making a call and said, “Hello, pot? This is the kettle. Did you know you’re black?”

  “But—but it’s different for us! We’re engaged—”

  Continuing with her “call,” Summer held up one professionally manicured fingertip to interrupt him. “Oh! I see! You know you’re black. You’re just a different, more acceptable shade of black. My mistake.”

  Summer growled at him and made a fist then turned away from him to crouch down by Lydia again. By this point Chance and Clayton were starting to come around, probably due to all the yelling, and Summer tsked as she checked Chance’s jaw and Clayton’s eye. To Lydia, she said, “Honey, they both look like they’re going to be okay. Kemp will keep Ace from beating on them anymore. Let’s get you upstairs and into some clothes, okay?”

  In a mild state of bewilderment at the woman’s intervention on her behalf, Lydia let Summer draw her cover-up closed. Summer helped her stand then gave Ace a nasty look before she put her arm around Lydia and led her up the stairs.

  Lydia could hear Kemp talking calmly to Ace as they went upstairs.

  The beautiful woman quietly said, “Lydia, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I regret very much that it’s under these circumstances. My name is Summer, and I’m your brother’s fiancée.”

  “Ace is engaged?” That was a total surprise to her. He hadn’t called her or said a word to her about it.

  Summer smiled weakly and replied, “Great. He’s downstairs acting like a caveman and leaves me to be the one to tell you. Both of your brothers are engaged, Lydia.”

  “To who?”

  Summer bit her lip and said, “Me.”

  “Ace…and Kemp?” Summer nodded straightforwardly, and Lydia said, “That great big…”

  “Hypocrite? Yeah, I know. Trust me. He’ll apologize when we get back down there. Once he figured out you were in town, and I started putting two and two together, I tried to explain to him but he just wouldn’t listen to me. As soon as Kemp got to the house we followed him, knowing this was where he’d go. I tried to call Chance because I happened to have his number in my phone but no one answered. Now I understand why.”

  “Yeah. We turned off all the phones. We get…interrupted a lot,” Lydia replied as she pulled clothing from the bureau and a top off a hanger in the closet. She slipped into the bathroom and tidied up a bit and quickly dressed.

  “With a ranch this big, I imagine you do. I tried to tell him that Chance and Clayton are in love with you. I don’t know where he got the impression you were having a fling.”

  “I don’t know either. I haven’t talked to him in over a month. I can’t believe he hit them both.”

  “Me either. He and Kemp are super protective of you, aren’t they?”

  Lydia rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Like pit bulls. I’m twelve years younger and according to them I’m still a teenager who doesn’t know her own mind. After mom and dad both passed away they got even worse. Kemp at least will listen to reason before he starts plotting revenge.”

  Summer snickered at that and then said, “Well, let’s go downstairs and see if they made peace or broke anything else. You ready?”

  “As I’ll ever be.”

  Lydia hurried downstairs and heard the men’s voices coming from the family room. She rushed into the living room to remove the towel from the chaise lounge and all the other evidence of their hot, little tryst and noticed that the rain was still pouring down in torrents.

  She went into the kitchen and made ice packs for both of her men. Summer was already seated on the couch next to Kemp when she walked in, and Lydia smiled when Summer winked at her. Clayton and Chance both sat on the couch opposite Summer and Kemp while Ace sat in the upholstered chair. Lydia handed Clayton his ice pack after looking at the swelling around his eye and then went to Chance and applied the ice pack to his jaw.

  Chance flinched and took the ice pack from her with a look of gratitude and said, “Ace, you know Clayton a
nd I would never take advantage of a woman, no matter her age. If we had a baby sister, I would feel protective, too, and might even have reacted the way you did if it was put in my face like that.”

  Lydia thought Chance and Clayton were being very good-natured about the situation, considering Ace had essentially barged into their house and sucker punched them. He wasn’t going to get off so easy when it was her turn. She stood beside Chance until both men said what they needed to say, eyeing her brother as the irritation inside her built to a peak. It almost sounded like Chance was making an excuse or identifying with Ace.

  Clayton gingerly pressed the ice pack to his eye and broke in, “It all boils down to this, guys. We love your sister. Bottom line. We’d never do anything to dishonor or embarrass her. We didn’t anticipate having company, with that storm blowing in, when we set up in the living room with the drapes open.”

  That was more information than she thought Ace deserved considering he’d gotten an eyeful because he’d showed up unannounced.

  Ace nodded, looking mollified, and turned to her. “Anything you want to say? You can start with why you are in Divine and I didn’t know.”

  Fury, white hot and indignant, raced through her at his fatherly tone. “I’ll start by telling you that you’re a fucking asshole. How about that?”

  Ace’s jaw dropped, and he adopted a hurt look at her words.

  Lydia balled up her fists as she continued. “Don’t give me that kicked-puppy-dog look, you big jerk. You fell in love and didn’t think I might want to know. Both of you!” she added, glaring daggers at Kemp, who looked like he wanted to crawl under the sofa. “You couldn’t be bothered to call me and tell me that you were both engaged to Summer, who is way too good for you, by the way. I’m twenty-eight years old, damn it. If I want to go gallivanting over half of Texas, that’s my call and not yours. When are you going to get that through your thick skull?”