LuAnn piped up. “Oh, no. He’s definitely good for something. All we’d need is chloroform, a chainsaw, and a wood chipper. He’d make excellent fertilizer, given time.”
Everyone laughed, including Lily. LuAnn described the perfect private location outside of the town she was from, Fort Stockton, Texas, where his remains could be put to use helping the sagebrush grow.
Rosemary asked, “Would you ever stand up to him if you had the chance?”
Shaking her head, Lily recalled the unholy gleam in his eyes the first time she got a look at the tattoo.
Maya patted her shoulder. “Sometimes it’s best to keep yourself safe. I know that for a fact. Some people are just crazy and no purpose is served by having contact at all.”
Grace said, “Lily, Maya was attacked last summer and shot by her deceased husband’s partner. He nearly killed her. We’re just glad you’re here with us, safe. We’re going to do our best to keep it that way.”
“What’s that noise?” Margot asked, treading water beside Lily.
“What noise?” LuAnn replied, pulling herself up onto the edge of the pool to sit with her feet dangling in the water.
Lily marveled at the pretty blonde as she sat there stark naked, leaning back on her hands as though she were sitting there fully clothed. Lily wished that she were that cool. She planned to grab one of the towels from the stack on a table near the pool’s edge just as soon as she left the water.
Rosemary whispered, “Shh. I hear it, too.”
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
“What in the world is that?” Grace moved to the edge of the pool closest to the back gate and called out, “Is somebody there?”
The back gate on the privacy fence swung open, and the source of the curious, flatulent sound suddenly appeared. Like gophers hiding from a hawk, the girls all ducked down in the water, with the exception of Teresa, who was clad in her suit, and LuAnn, who sat frozen, wide-eyed in horror.
Lily did a double take when she realized the person was dressed in clown garb. Clad in ratty, cutoff overalls, yellow tights, red thermal shirt, rainbow-striped leg warmers, a fuzzy orange wig, a beat-to-hell cowboy hat, and high-topped sneakers, with full makeup on, stood a decked-out rodeo clown.
“Oh, hey, Grace! I thought I heard noise—Oh, shit!”
“Aaaaaahhhhh!” The sound that erupted from LuAnn’s wide open mouth was enough to curdle the milk of all the cows in the nearby vicinity.
Grace reached the edge of the pool closest to him and said, “Maynard, I’m having a get-together with some—”
“Aaaaaahhhhh!”
The rodeo clown slapped his hand over his made-up face to cover his eyes. “Shit, Grace, I’m so—No! Don’t get out of the water!”
LuAnn struggled to her feet and sprinted for the house, the Doppler effect of the shrieking sound traveling with her. “Aaaaaahhhhh!”
“Holy shit, I’m so sorry!” He slapped both hands over his ears, and Lily cringed as the pitch of LuAnn’s piercing scream rose even higher as she ran for the house. The rodeo clown’s face went blank as he watched LuAnn, which gave the gaping mouth and wide eyes of his clown makeup an even more humorous, yet vacant look.
“Maynard!” Grace gasped out a second before Margot shot poor Maynard full in the face with the water blaster that had been floating in the pool. He jumped like he’d been Tased and slapped his hands back over his eyes.
On dripping feet, LuAnn ran up the stairs, took one step on the porch, and her feet shot out from under her. She landed square on her ass, cutting off her scream, before hitting her head on the concrete, which evidently dazed her.
At the abrupt change, Maynard peeked and one second later was running at full speed across the backyard. Teresa followed, and all the women took the opportunity to climb en masse from the pool and hurriedly grab the beach towels Grace had put out for them.
Lily took a towel for LuAnn and ran for the porch. Her aching leg muscles protested the exertion.
“Careful on the concrete! Don’t slip!” Grace called out.
Lily climbed the steps carefully and quickly covered LuAnn’s nudity while Maynard examined her head.
“She’s got a good lump forming. Grace, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t see. I didn’t realize when I came through the gate what y’all were doing at first. Jack is gonna kill me!”
Grace crouched down beside them. “Nonsense. Did you just get back from the rodeo?”
“Yes. My truck wouldn’t start and I forgot the bag with my other clothes in it at the bunkhouse, so I had to come back to the ranch like this.” He pointed at himself in a roundabout way. Maynard never took his eyes off LuAnn the whole time, seeming entranced by her, or maybe it was her near nudity.
LuAnn moaned, and Grace asked, “LuAnn? Are you all right?”
Suddenly tensing as though electrocuted, LuAnn screamed, “Get him away! Get away!” She looked up into poor Maynard’s painted face and shrieked hysterically. Lily felt bad for poor Maynard the rodeo clown because his concern for LuAnn was so obvious.
Grace gave Maynard an apologetic look, and he nodded. “I’d better get out of here. Please tell her I’m sorry when she recovers.” He stood and grimaced when LuAnn quivered and turned away from the sight of him, cowering in abject fear. Lily patted LuAnn’s shoulder as she held on to Grace with a death grip and Maynard stepped back.
He walked away, looking rather downhearted, every step accompanied by a flatulent Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! as he pulled his cowboy hat and fuzzy orange wig from his head, revealing a jet-black crew cut with silver at the temples and sideburns.
Lily glanced at Maya, and Maya stuck her lower lip out and whispered, “Poor Maynard the rodeo clown. He looks sad.”
“Wonder what he looks like under all that makeup and that goofy getup,” Rosemary whispered.
Grace rolled her eyes and grinned. “Okay, LuAnn. Let’s get you into a chair, honey.”
“Is he gone?” LuAnn gasped as she clutched the towel to her chest.
Blocking LuAnn’s view of Maynard as he exited the way he’d come in, Lily reassured her. “He’s leaving.”
Grace murmured, “He said to tell you he was sorry.” They helped her into one of the patio chairs, and someone handed over another towel for her. In a matter of seconds she was wrapped up and her shoulders covered. “He’s Jack’s cousin, Maynard Goodwin. He’s a rodeo clown.”
LuAnn shuddered noticeably at the word, and Lily understood immediately. “LuAnn, are you afraid of clowns?”
LuAnn’s cheeks blushed a dark shade of red. “Yes. It’s totally irrational, I know. I’m terrified of them. All of them.”
The shame in her voice burned Lily’s soul because she understood. “Have you ever heard of astraphobia?”
“No.” LuAnn wiped the tears from her face and sniffed as she made eye contact with Lily.
“I have astraphobia. It’s the fear of thunder and lightning. Just ask Clay and he’ll tell you. I understand how irrational it is, but it’s very real to you when it happens.” Glancing over her shoulder at the closed gate, she added, “He’s gone now. It’s okay.”
LuAnn hid her face in her hands. “That poor man must think I’m a lunatic. That hasn’t happened since I was a little girl. I’m careful to avoid places where clowns might be. I’m so embarrassed! We were all having a good time and Ow! My head!” she groaned as she felt the knot on the back of her head.
Giving her a bottle of water, Maya looked at LuAnn’s eyes and asked, “Do you feel dizzy or nauseous? Lightheaded?”
“No,” LuAnn groaned. “Just really embarrassed.”
Rosemary giggled and said, “Wow, Grace. This is the most excitement we’ve ever had at a sleepover.” The girls all laughed, and even LuAnn smiled.
Grace stood and said, “You all can get back in the pool if you want to. I’m going to check in with Ethan’s mom and make sure all the kids are okay. There’s no point in ending the evening since it’s still early and I doubt that we’ll see any more of Maynard
this weekend. Poor guy. LuAnn, come in with me and let’s get you some Tylenol.”
As they all turned back to the pool, Margot asked in a joking tone, “So tell us, Grace. Is Maynard single? Good-looking?”
Summer elbowed her sister. “Oh, shut up. You’re spoken for and you know it!”
“Am not! I never agreed—”
“Your big mouth may not agree but your actions say otherwise.”
Margot groused as they walked away. “Bullshit.”
Summer responded, “Oh, yeah, Miss Jealous. What about this afternoon, when that sales clerk at the Gulf-Mart flirted with him when he paid for his gas? Huh? Seemed like it pissed you off when she flirted with Gil as well.”
“Bitch,” Margot grumbled and then pushed her sister into the pool.
Lily followed Grace and LuAnn into the house, along with Maya, who was a registered nurse in Emma Guthrie’s medical practice.
Kathleen Grant came down the staircase and at Grace’s whispered inquiry, assured her that Grace’s baby, Rose Marie, and Will, Juliana’s baby, were sound asleep in the mistress suite, and Teresa’s children, nearly six-year-old Michael and two-year-old Eleazar, were crashed in the nursery on sleeping bags.
“Do you know why clowns trigger this response, LuAnn?” Maya asked as she handed LuAnn two Tylenol.
LuAnn nodded. “My mom told me years ago that they took me to a large circus. There was a clown moving through the seating area during intermission making balloon animals for the kids. Mom said she thought the clown’s makeup was a little scary looking, instead of funny, and it might have been that, or when he was making my balloon animal it popped and scared me. Because I was so little they thought it was just a combination of my age, his scary appearance, and the sudden noise. They didn’t think any more of it until I encountered a clown at a birthday party. We had to leave it was so bad. The third time, at a rodeo, when the clown was at a distance confirmed it. I’ve avoided venues where clowns might be ever since. I’m so sorry for putting a damper on the evening.”
Grace shrugged. “Don’t be. The kids are still sleeping, and that was the most excitement we’ve ever had. But it shoots my plans all to hell.”
LuAnn tilted her head and asked, “What plans?”
Grace laughed ruefully. “I was planning on introducing you to Maynard. He’s right about your age and well…”
“What?”
“It doesn’t really matter, I guess.”
“I’m starting to feel really bad about this.”
“He has a really kind heart. The rodeo he was at was a charity event for kids with cancer. He was volunteering at it but he’s a professional rodeo clown.” Lily had seen evidence of his warm nature when he’d apologized so sincerely and he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of LuAnn.
LuAnn looked as though she felt even worse. “That’s just my luck. You find a nice guy to set me up with and I’m phobically terrified of him. I’m never going to find a decent man.”
Grace patted her shoulder and grinned. “You will. I haven’t given up.”
LuAnn laughed and rolled her eyes, and they returned to the pool.
The topics of discussion were as wild and varied as Lily had hoped for. The topic of ménage sex came up and the discussion was so frank and open that Lily couldn’t wait to hear from Clay and Del. Later that evening, after a relaxing hot shower, Lily was just turning in with Maya, her roommate, when her phone rang.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Clay settled back against the headboard as he listened for the sound of Lily’s sexy voice. She sounded breathy when she responded, “Hello?”
She brought out the horny, teenage boy in him as his cock reacted to him hearing her voice. “Hi.”
“Hi yourself. What are you up to?” He heard the sound of a phone ring in the background and another muted, feminine voice besides hers and she giggled and replied quietly to whoever it was.
“We’re settling down for bed. We got here just a little while ago.”
“Are you and Del sharing a room?”
“Yeah. So what do you have on right now?” he asked playfully.
“You don’t waste time, do you?”
“Not anymore. I have time to make up for. What are you wearing?”
“Well, I have on my robe and my slippers…” Her tone was teasing and he chuckled.
“What’s under that robe?”
“My new nightgown and…that’s all.”
Oh, hell yes!
She’d bought that nightgown the weekend before, and he’d gotten a glimpse of it when she removed the tags but hadn’t seen her in it yet. It was black, with a snug-looking bodice, and he imagined the way it cupped her beautiful breasts. The hemline would probably reach the floor. He’d detected just a hint of sheerness to it and wondered if he’d be able to see her nipples through it. His cock stiffened as he visualized her in it.
Over the phone line he heard a door close. “Hot damn. Where are you right now?”
“I’m stepping out the back door so I can talk with you privately. I’m sharing a room with Maya. She was already in bed when her phone rang so I came out here to give her some privacy, too.”
“Are you cold?”
“No. I grabbed a blanket to wrap up in. Hold on just a second.” He could here rustling sounds and then she returned. “There, that’s better. I’m all wrapped up and settled on this really great, antique aluminum glider they have on the back porch.” She sighed softly, sounding content. “You’re in bed? Is Del there?”
“Yes, and yes.” He glanced at his brother who lay in the bed opposite of him. On the surface, Del looked relaxed, but Clay could feel his tension across the room as they maintained eye contact. Clay wasn’t sure this was a good idea. He was uncertain how Del felt about phone sex with just the two of them in the room.
“Do you miss me?”
Her deeper, sexy tone got his attention, and he replied, “You know we do.”
“Put me on speakerphone and take your clothes off.” Clay set the phone down after turning on the speaker, got off the bed, and started disrobing.
“Lily wants our clothes off.”
In a suggestive tone, Lily said, “If you’re up for phone sex, that is.”
Del suddenly sat up ramrod straight and looked him dead in the eye. Unsure what his reaction meant, Clay said, “Um…Lily? I’m not sure we can—” Clay’s words were cut off by the pillow Del slung in his face as he stripped his blue jeans off at the speed of light. Del turned off the lamp, casting the room in darkness except for the moonlight shining through the window.
Lily giggled seductively, and his cock confirmed that not only could he but he would be having phone sex with his brother nearby. It occurred to Clay that if they were lucky, they’d be getting off around each other on a regular basis in the near future. He’d just pretend she was in the room with him. He heard laughter from the room next door and wondered if any of the other guys were having similar conversations with the women they loved.
“Now, just lie back on your beds, get really comfortable and close your eyes.”
“Damn, but she sounds sexy over the phone,” Del growled as he did as she asked.
“Del, can you hear me all right?”
“Yes, sugar pants. What did you have in mind?”
Lily giggled again, and Clay’s cock jumped as she said, “We’re on a deserted island and I’m desperate.”
Playing along, Clay asked, “Desperate to be rescued?”
“Oh, no. I finally have the two men I want most in the world. I’m desperate for you. I need you…”
Later on, Clay was sure that Lily was a reincarnation of Scheherazade weaving the tales of One Thousand and One Nights as she worked him into a state of desperation before finally delivering the words that took him over the edge, groaning deeply with each pulse of cum erupting from his cock. She succeeded in overcoming any concerns about the two of them jacking off in the bedroom together because he’d nearly forgotten Del was there as
he listened to her share her tale of hedonistic, boundless pleasure on a deserted island.
The last tremors of orgasm rippled through his balls, and his legs quivered as he reached for tissues from the bedside table to clean up as Del did the same.
“Still there, guys?”
Del replied, “Yes, baby. Are you getting cold?”
“My toes and fingers are. I’m going inside right now. Feel good?”
Clay replied, “Better than good, Lily. What can we do for you?”
Lily sighed regretfully and whispered, “I can’t. I have a roomie.”
“Tomorrow night it’s your turn,” Clay murmured, hating to leave it like that, but he wanted to take his time just as she had done with them. “Call us when you go to bed.”
“I will,” she promised in a whisper.
“Lily?”
“Yes, Del?”
Clay smiled that she could tell them apart so easily on the phone because he’d been told that their voices were similar.
“Try to go to bed early so we have time.”
Lily chortled. “I’ll call you when the time is right.”
Clay closed his eyes after ending the call and lay back on his pillow, enjoying the satisfaction that coursed through his veins like fine wine.
Del sighed and, with a laugh, finally said, “I guess she had her way with us.”
Clay snorted. “I think it’s pretty clear that whatever Lily wants, Lily gets.”
* * * *
“Sheesh! What’s up with Tabitha today?” Sarah Wilkins said when she walked in the break room for a drink of water from the cooler Saturday late Saturday afternoon. Lily was washing out the coffeepot, preparing for the end of the day.
Sarah’s mother, Tracy Wilkins, walked in right behind her and muttered, “What’s always wrong with Tabitha, Sarah? The woman needs a dick or a dildo to be used on her within an inch of her life.”
Sarah snorted her water and yelped. “Ow, that stings! Holy shit, Mom! You know she has excellent hearing.”
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