Sparks Fly! A Divine Creek July 4th Family Reunion (3 page)

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Meanwhile, out at the Rockin’ C Ranch…

Chance Carlisle carefully clutched the handles on three mugs of coffee as he pulled the back door closed and walked out onto the big back porch. His brother, Clayton, reclined in one of the chaise lounges, his eyes glued to love of their lives, Lydia, as she stood staring at the bronze sculpture that looked out onto the landscaped backyard.

“Thanks,” Clayton said when Chance handed him his black coffee. Lydia smiled at him when he gave her the mug of sweet, light-colored coffee prepared just the way she liked it. She kissed him and then went back to gazing at the statue.

The life-sized bronze was an exact replica of her from head to toe, so it was like watching her gaze at her dark, patina-skinned twin. The art object was worth every penny they’d paid Clay Cook for it.

“It really does look exactly like you,” Clayton murmured as he sipped his hot brew.

“I don’t even remember you taking the pictures,” Lydia said softly.

After grass fires had ripped a path along the highway at their ranch entry, the three of them had decided to take the opportunity to do a little landscape work. They’d bulldozed some of the mesquite trees out of the area closest to the fence line and highway, repainted the welded steel pipe entryway a bright red, and then enlisted Lydia’s help in designing and implementing a landscaping plan. Chance smiled now every time he drove through the entryway, which was colorful with red and white crape myrtle trees and other hardy plants that did well without much watering.

While enjoying a break from that work one afternoon, they’d taken a short walk to the top of the first ridge, which was the vantage point for seeing the front end of their enormous ten-thousand-acre ranch. Lydia had always loved the view from there, since the first time she’d seen it the year before.

The day she’d agreed to come home with him from Fort Stockton was one of the happiest days of his life. Chance had quietly removed his smartphone from his pocket and snapped a picture of her as she stood looking down the ridge at what had become her home. The love and awe in her eyes as she had taken it all in had made his throat swell as he took several pictures of her, the wind gently blowing her long brown hair around her shoulders.

Their friend, Clay Cook, had used those pictures and her bridal portrait to create the work of art before her. The process had taken several months, and they’d just given it to her a few weeks prior.

She stroked the patinaed cheek of the statue and then joined them, setting her coffee mug on the side table and curling into Chance’s lap as he reclined on his chaise.

Clayton looked over at them, and a devilish gleam came into his eyes.

From Chance’s arms, Lydia asked, “What’s got you grinning like a Cheshire cat, Clayton?”

His oversexed brother grinned even wider. “Just thinking about another time that you curled up with us on a chaise lounge. You know these shrubs we planted and all the crape myrtles have added quite a nice, thick privacy screen around the back of the house.”

Chance chuckled and had to agree. On their own, the ranch hands had announced one night at Lydia’s dining room table that they’d begin using the front door and they’d always knock or ring the bell and no longer just walk right in.

Chance and Clayton had made changes around the house to give her complete privacy, night or day, so Lydia could walk around the house nude if she wanted to. She enjoyed being naked with them while they were clothed, just relaxing and watching television. Not much television viewing got done, but the couch and cushy area rugs got a nice workout.

Lydia looked around as though she were just now noticing the lush greenery and the validity of his statement. “You know, you’re right. We do have quite a bit of privacy back here.” She bit her lip and had a naughty gleam in her eyes when she looked from Chance to his brother. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against Chance’s and flicked his lower lip with the tip of her tongue. She tasted like home to him, a fresh mix of her minty toothpaste and her sweet, creamy coffee. “I love to be naked in the sunshine with you when we’re out at the cabin. But this part of the ranch is kind of overpopulated for outdoor nudity. What do you think, Clayton?”

Clayton replied immediately as if he’d already given it some thought. “Everything’s fully leafed out and the men have been consistent about staying out of the backyard since we finished putting in the landscaping and the stonework. They see this space as an extension of your home. I think they hope that you consider this your private space. Remember? They’d said as much when they brought you that pretty butterfly bush for Valentine’s Day.”

Chance grunted. “Sappiest display I ever saw.” The single ranch hands had gone to one of the local nurseries and shown up on Valentine’s Day with the small blue-flowered shrub. They’d asked her if she would be their honorary Valentine, since none of them had had girlfriends at the moment. He was still convinced a number of them had crushes on her.

Lydia chortled and turned so that she straddled his hips. His cock, which had been tingling and growing inside his jeans, suddenly went to full hard-on status. Judging by the needful, lusty look in her warm brown eyes, they were about to test the bounds of propriety in her outdoor sanctuary.

“I thought it was very sweet of them, and the bush is just beautiful,” she said as she gestured to it in the center of one of the flowerbeds.

Chance grinned as he slipped a couple of fingertips under the hem of her sundress and stroked her satin-covered pussy. “Yes, it certainly is.”

Lydia snickered and bit her lip again when she caught his double entendre.

Clayton’s tone was cajoling when he added, “I think it would almost be an insult to them if you didn’t view this space as an extension of your private home.”

Lydia snorted. “You just want to get laid, Clayton Carlisle.”

Clayton held his arms out in invitation. “Guilty as charged.”

Chance ground his cock against her. “I’m with Clayton, baby.”

Chance knew what she had on underneath that sundress and his dick throbbed with lust as she slid her fingers beneath the hem and pulled it up so both of them could see. She tugged at the bows tied at both hips then slowly pulled the white satin, side-tying G-string out from under the dress. Chance enjoyed that she’d taken to searching for clothing that was both sexy and easy to get out of on a moment’s notice.

After placing the lingerie on the side table, she glanced around the yard then at her men. Chance smiled and nodded at her, enjoying her modesty and the fact that she wanted to make sure they were the only ones who would see her naked. Lifting the hem of her dress, she revealed her beautiful, voluptuous body to them a little bit at a time. After she was naked, she gestured for Clayton to come near and went to work on Chance’s fly. When she had him unzipped, she turned to Clayton and performed the same task with him, freeing his cock from his jeans and boxers as Chance pushed his briefs and his jeans down his hips.

In one fluid motion she took Clayton’s rigid cock between her lips as she lifted up and grasped Chance’s cock in her gentle hand. She held the head of his distended, weeping shaft to her cunt as she lowered herself on him, enveloping him in her hot, satiny softness.

A hot shiver ripped up his spine as her pussy muscles gripped him. She lifted off his cock, tugging like she didn’t really want him to leave her pussy. The soft skin of her thighs felt like silk under his hands as he stroked her legs, teasing her inner thighs with his thumbs as she braced one hand on his shoulder. Her beautiful breasts swayed with every movement, and Clayton stroked the sides of them, making her shudder.

She looked beautiful with her eyes closed, her lips wrapped around his brother’s cock. Clayton looked like a man well pleased with his wife as he ran his fingers through her hair. He murmured encouragement to her as she sucked his cock like she was savoring her last meal, giving little mewling, sighing sounds every so often.

Matching her pace with theirs, Lydia sucked and fucked his brother and him until they were both groaning in passion. Chills rippled hot and cold up Chance’s spine and the backs of his thighs. Lydia rolled her hips in a grinding, circular motion, tugging with every upward sweep of her pussy until he was sure she was seconds away from milking every drop of cum from his cock. Her hand clutched at him, and he felt the telltale tremors in her pussy as her orgasm drew near. A plaintive, needy sound came from her throat, and Clayton nodded at him as he reached for her swaying breast and tweaked her nipples lightly as Chance strummed her swollen little clit.

Sweat beaded on Clayton’s forehead, testifying to the control he was exercising as they played with her body until her near-constant moan became a wail of ecstasy. Chance arched his back, enjoying the feel of her tight, gripping pussy as it convulsed around his cock, milking his hot cum as he finally lost control and bucked beneath her, prolonging her orgasm. Clayton growled when she reached out and held on to his bicep and swallowed his cock down, still writhing on Chance’s cock.

“Oh, fuck me. Here it comes, Lydi!” Clayton cried out and the muscles in his legs, back, and buttocks drew up tight as his head fell back. Lydia sucked his cum down greedily, swallowing all of it until he stroked her cheek and she released him. Clayton caressed her shoulders and swayed a little bit as he shook his head and then smiled down at her, whispering, “Sweet girl.”

Lydia’s face glowed as she smiled up at Clayton then turned to Chance. “I love you both so much.”

Chance remembered a time when he’d have driven two hundred fifty miles one way for a smile from Lydia. He’d have gone to the moon and back for the one she gave him now.

“Love you too, baby,” Chance replied as he stroked her rosy cheek. “We’d better get in the shower. We don’t want to be late.” Lydia nodded but then cuddled up against his chest as Clayton released her and wobbled as he walked back to his lounge chair. “Well, maybe we can wait a few minutes.”

Lydia snuggled closer and repositioned herself, squeezing his cock with each subtle movement until he felt it stir to new life inside her. He marveled that she inspired such randiness in him. Maybe it was because she was so free with her love and shows of affection. Maybe it was because she was so spontaneous and open to trying new things. Whatever it was, he needed her in his life and wanted to give her whatever made her happy.

She finally stirred and yawned. “If I don’t get moving, I’m going to be worthless,” she said, looking like she’d been about to doze off.

Chance helped her when she slowly lifted up off his still semi-erect cock, which tingled as he watched it slip from her drenched pussy. He watched with deep satisfaction as she sleepily climbed from the chair with help from his brother. Chance’s cum leaked in droplets from her pussy as she gazed down at him, a sexually contented blush coloring her cheeks.

Feeling good for having satisfied her so well, Chance kissed her hip and slid a hand up her inner thigh until he reached her slick pussy and gently massaged her labia, avoiding her clit because it might still be too sensitive. “You’re an easy woman to love, Lydia.” Her slippery moisture coated his fingertips as Clayton pressed a kiss to her shoulder and slid a hand down her abdomen until his fingertips stroked her pussy too.

When she turned her head to look up at him, Clayton said, “I’d still be lost, if you weren’t here, Lydi. I love you so much.” His lips closed on hers, and she raised an arm to cradle Clayton’s head as she slid her fingertips through the short hair at the nape of Chance’s neck, speaking volumes with just her hands.

Summer Webster held her phone to her ear and waited as it rang. Kemp’s gentle fingertips massaged her neck, and she groaned gratefully as she felt the tension from the past several days begin to unfurl. His strong hands always had the most wonderful effect on her. Her husband, Ace Webster, was driving them into town for the parade, while Kemp Whittier, the other love of her life and man she’d also bonded her heart to, sat beside her with
that
look
in his eyes. Both of her men, who had been raised together as brothers, had been gone for a week and had only just gotten back into town the hour before.

She’d missed them terribly, and although business was booming, she’d had challenges that week when a supplier made big errors on several orders, resulting in shipping delays. One of the end results had been a change in jewelry suppliers. Summer had contacted Lily Cook, and now the intimate jewelry part of her business was thriving because the quality and selection were so much better. Plus she loved working with local artisans.

“Hello?”

“Jayne? It’s Summer. Grace asked me to check in with you since you were having car trouble. Do you want us to swing by and pick you up? We should be there in about twenty minutes.”

Kemp leaned over and pressed damp kisses to her neck and whispered softly in her free ear, “Twenty or
thirty
.”

Turning to glance at Kemp, Summer said, “Huh?” and then she felt the bow to her halter dress come loose at the back of her neck. The sexy gleam in Kemp’s eyes revealed what he meant, and a tremor rippled through her pussy as he licked the places he’d kissed. His large, gentle hand slid up her inner thigh underneath her dress.

“What, Summer?”

“Oh…Um…We’ll be there in twenty or…”
Oh, I can’t think when he does that!
“Twenty or thirty minutes.”

“That’s okay. I got the leak in my tire fixed yesterday after work. I’m so close to downtown I planned to walk to the parade. I’ll see you in front of Cheaver’s.”

“Oh….Okay. See you there. Bye,” she said as Kemp slipped her phone from her hand, ended the call, and dropped it in her purse. Summer was thankful the windows on the SUV were very darkly tinted as Kemp drew the two halves of the halter away from her breasts and sucked greedily at each nipple. Wet heat trickled from her pussy, and she moaned softly.

From the driver’s seat, Ace said, “That sounded
very
sexy, Summer. I need to see what’s going on back there and maybe get some of that for myself. I know a likely place we can stop, but no coming until we get there, kitten.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“Uh!” Summer pouted as Kemp continued on with his teasing. “No fair.”

“Very fair, because you know you’ll get off twice as hard once we’re both back there. Get her dress off so it’s not messed up, Kemp.”

Kemp pulled her to his chest and unzipped the back zipper at her waist so the dress fell away and only needed to be drawn down her legs, which she did in a hurry. “No messing up my hair or my makeup. I don’t want to look like I had a roll in the hay right before we arrive. Everyone will know what we were doing.”

“Yeah, like they haven’t been doing the very same thing,” Kemp said with a chuckle. “Sit up for just a second, kitten.” Kemp leaned over the seat and pulled at the lever, and the bench seat flipped back until it lay flat. “That’s better.”

“Throw pillows?” Summer inquired with an arched eyebrow, pointing at the big, fluffy pillows from the guest bedroom.

Kemp gave her a winning grin. “You made your preparations,” he said, pointing at the ice chest and tote bag with sunscreen in it, “and we made ours. You never know when they could be handy…like now.” He laid one out for her and maneuvered her until she was stretched out flat in the back of the SUV as Ace flew down the state highway. “There, now you’re comfy while I have my snack.”

Summer giggled and caressed his cheek as he grinned up at her from between her thighs and slipped her lace thong off. “You mean while you torture me.”

He chuckled and nodded. “That too. Mmmm,” he murmured as he brushed his lower lip against her bare pussy. “You’re soft and smooth for us.”

“I know you like it when I wax. See how sweet I am?”

Kemp laid his tongue on her slit and licked her from one end of her pussy to the other and groaned. “Yes, you are sweet. Very sweet. Get comfortable.”

“Hey, Kemp. Move over so I can see too.” Kemp adjusted so Ace could watch them in the rearview mirror. “That’s perfect.”

“Shouldn’t you be watching the road?” Summer asked with a giggle.

“I’m multitasking,” Ace growled. “I plan to do more multitasking soon.”

“Oh!” Summer squeaked when Kemp flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue and slowly lapped at her labia like he was eating the finest dessert.

“You taste so good, Summer. I can’t ever get enough.” Kemp braced himself over her as the SUV took a turn. Summer could no longer tell where they were from her position and didn’t really care. She heard the zipper on Kemp’s cargo shorts as he lowered it.

Her cunt pulsed in anticipation as she whispered, “I missed you this week. I really need you.”

Ace and Kemp had both been out of town on a surveillance job that week. They’d arrived home with just enough time to shower, shave, and escort her into town for the parade and other festivities Grace Warner had planned. Summer wasn’t sure how they were going to make it through the day because they’d driven most of the night to be home in time. She knew they had done it to make her happy.

Kemp wrapped his forearms around her hips, lifting her slightly as he joined his cock to her cunt and pushed inside in one strong, invading thrust.

“Oh, fuck me,” she moaned as she gripped his rock-hard biceps for something solid to hold on to.

“I plan to, kitten, but remember what Ace said.” His voice held a trace of humor before he thrust deeply again.

Her drenched pussy accommodated him more easily with each stroke as her slick juices coated his cock. Summer burned for him to fuck her into screaming oblivion.

Kemp kneeled between her legs, crouching over her so he could see where they were joined.

“Do you like watching my pussy take your cock, baby?”

Kemp increased his rhythm, making her pussy ripple and pulse with increased tension. “Mmmm. You know I do.”

“Fill me full of your cock. I want it hard,” she whispered.

Kemp gave her a sexy grin and reached down to her clit as he gave it to her just as she’d asked. It was too late when she remembered she was supposed to hold off from coming until Ace said she could. The waves of her climax rolled over her in powerful surges, bowing her back with their intensity. She rocked her hips in time with Kemp’s and knew there was no hiding the fact that she’d not obeyed Ace’s request.

Kemp chuckled, and Summer looked at Ace’s reflection in the rearview mirror. There was a definite gleam in his eyes as he gazed back at her. “Kitten, that sounded like an orgasm.”

“I think you’re busted, little pussycat,” Kemp whispered.

Summer bit her lip, her cunt pulsing with more tremors as she wondered what they would do now. The whole time, Kemp continued in slow, deliberate thrusts, keeping her on the edge of another climax. Summer looked up at Kemp and smiled. She wasn’t so much worried as she was thrilled at what might come next. She wrapped her legs around Kemp and held on tight as she threw caution to the wind and fucked him with wild abandon to another searing orgasm as he groaned deeply and murmured, “You feel so fucking good.”

Suddenly the vehicle pulled to a halt, and Summer dimly heard the sound as the door locks were tested for security. The vehicle shifted as Ace climbed with powerful grace between the two front seats and crawled to the back of the SUV.

She could see the lust in Ace’s eyes when he loomed over her and watched as Kemp’s cock pumped in and out of her pussy, making sexy, wet sounds in the quiet of the SUV. The only other sound besides their breathing was the air conditioner in the still-running vehicle.

“Does she feel good, Kemp?” he asked as he teased her nipples to sharp, stinging points.

“Hell, yes.”

“Don’t you love fucking her sweet little pussy?”

“More than just about anything. Fuck, here it comes!” Kemp held on to her tight as he thrust deeply and then stilled, his body a tense, hard mass of muscles as his cock pulsed inside her pussy, filling her with his cum. Ace looked pleased and turned on as Kemp finally sat up and stroked her abdomen as he pulled his cock from her.

Her body still throbbed with her last orgasm but prepared for more as she anticipated Ace having his way with her next. Kemp moved to the side, and Ace moved the unused pillow to the center of the space and said, “Time for a spanking, naughty girl.”

A squeal of delight was probably not what either of them expected when she hurried into position over the pillow, giving him access to her bare ass. Or maybe it was, judging by his deep, pleased-sounding chuckle as he massaged her ass cheeks, preparing her for the erotic spanking she had “earned.”

She exhaled, and without preamble, the first stinging pop landed.

“Oh, yes!” The slight bite of pain spread to her clit in hot waves as she struggled to keep still for him so he could take proper aim in the enclosed space.

The next pop landed in a different spot on the other cheek. She bit her lip as other spanks landed in quick succession until she felt her juices and Kemp’s cum from earlier seep out and run down her inner thighs.

Her cunt drew up with erotic tension as another orgasm loomed closer and closer. She jumped in surprise when Ace’s fingertips speared her pussy and he let loose a very pleased-sounding growl. Without preamble he unzipped his shorts and plunged his ramrod-hard cock inside her welcoming, trembling body.

“Yes!” she cried out in ecstasy, riding the wave he’d started with the spanking as he fucked her hard and fast from behind. He reached around her hip and found her clit and began rubbing it between two fingertips in a circular motion timed with his thrusts.

The tension in her cunt spread to the rest of her body as he pinned her down, held her tight, and fucked her until the orgasm exploded inside her. She screamed until her throat hurt and she saw stars. Ace thrust hard until he finally climaxed, panting hard and letting loose a deep, growly sound as he held her. His cock felt huge inside her, and she shuddered with an aftershock as he gave her his seed.

Ace released his grip, and she lowered her cheek to his forearms beneath her as her heart pounded and she caught her breath. Ace pressed gentle kisses to her shoulder and her neck.

Kemp shifted and then came near, gently dabbing her cheeks with a tissue. “You’re crying, kitten. Why?”

“I am? I am,” she whispered as she patted her cheeks with the tissue and saw the tear stains mixed with mascara and eyeliner.

Ace looked closely at her. “Did we hurt you?”

Summer gave him a half smile. “As if either of you ever could. I don’t know. This was just…really powerful. I love it when you’re forceful like that and pin me down. It brings my emotions to the surface, I guess. You’ve been gone quite a bit, and I’ve been working a lot, and I guess I just needed the…” She trailed off, not knowing the right word.

“Impropriety?” Kemp asked as he stroked the side of her breast, sending a sweet shiver down her spine.

She smiled at him and nodded. “Yeah.”

“You like being our naughty girl,” Ace said as he pulled out with a deep sigh.

Her men helped her as she regained the use of her limbs. She cleaned up with a little assistance from Kemp, who had evidently prepared well in advance and had the necessary supplies on hand. They even helped her with dressing.

Ace shoved the pillows out of the way and helped her climb from the back of the SUV while Kemp readjusted the backseat so they could continue on their way. She giggled when she saw that they were parked at an overlook from which Bowie Lake was visible several miles in the distance. No people or cars were anywhere nearby, but the thought that Ace might have stopped somewhere where they might’ve been seen or heard had definitely heightened the thrill.

Summer smiled up at him, gazing at his dark-brown eyes, and wrapped her arms around him. Ace hugged her tight. “I guess we made some fireworks a little early, huh? How’s your ass?”

Summer chortled. “It’s
very
warm.”

Kemp came up behind her and gently squeezed each ass cheek. “Yep, and it’s probably nice and red too.”

“So I’m sort of patriotic. Blue dress, white sandals, and a red ass.”

“That’ll teach you to disobey,” Ace said with a chuckle.

Summer kissed him lightly and rubbed against Kemp as she agreed, “Yes, it will.”

They arrived with chairs and ice chest in tow about the same time Ace and Kemp’s sister, Lydia, showed up with Chance and Clayton. A fighter jet suddenly blazed a path overhead, signaling the start of the parade. In the distance, Summer could hear the Divine High School marching band as they slowly made their way down Main Street. Their vantage point afforded them seats in the shade right in the heart of the downtown Divine shopping district.

Richard Warner, one of Jack Warner’s cousins, jumped down from the big flatbed trailer and then gently lifted his wife, Maya, down. Richard’s brothers, Boone and Kendall, Maya’s other mates, leaped down right after, and Kendall turned to the group. “We’re going to take Maya down the block to find a ladies’ room. Y’all need anything? Bottled water? Cotton candy?” He grinned when all the kids who could talk chirped at the same time, and he waved off the bills their parents handed his way. “Give us a little bit of time to find the porta-potties. We’ll be back soon as we can.”