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Devin yanked on her hair, the tug against her scalp having a ripple effect straight down to her toes. “You should have believed me when I told you corn on the cob is best cooked on the grill.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re always right, I get it.” She smirked up at him as she sank her teeth into the buttered sweet corn. They’d hauled platters of food straight off the grill into the social hall, the chore of feeding their guests falling to Greg and Devin with Mary and Les gone until morning. From the enthusiasm of the newcomers, they too enjoyed the wildlife cuisine of venison and wild birds.
“She learns fast,” Greg said over her head before turning his heated green gaze on her. “That should work in your favor, and ours going forward.”
Kelsey’s pussy went damp as she recalled what she’d witnessed both at Dominion and at The Barn, making her wonder which scenes they would instigate with her, and when. “Are you going to tell me what you have in mind?”
“No,” they returned at the same time.
Their implacable answer delivered in their sensuous tenors elicited delightful shivers up and down her body in an odd mixture of unease and excitement. She’d never imagined those two emotions combined could stall her breathing as well as stir the constant, low-simmering arousal she experienced whenever one or both men were near, or looked at her, or she heard their voice, or… Hell, I’ve really got a bad case of the hots, don’t I? She blamed it on her dissatisfaction with her perfectly nice previous boyfriends, even if they did discard her as easily as the parents she didn’t remember and the foster parents who came before the McAllisters. That remembrance always put her in the dumps, so she shoved those memories aside to concentrate on the very pleasant here and now.
“It’s not nice to keep me guessing, you know.”
Devin shrugged in that way of his that stated loud and clear ‘too bad’ without words. Greg gripped her thigh under the table and squeezed. “Careful, little bit. Your bravado may not hold up against some of the things we might do.”
Her nipples puckered and she rubbed her arm over them to ease the ache, making sure she disguised the gesture as reaching over to place her hand on Greg’s thick bicep. “I’m willing to risk it. Can we go play now?”
A laugh burst from Devin as Greg’s eyes crinkled in amusement before they both responded with a resounding, “No,” and then stood to mingle and converse with their guests. Kelsey sighed in unfulfilled longing and then concentrated on finishing a meal that was every bit as good as the food she’d dined on in some of Philly’s best restaurants. By the time she was shoveling in the last bite, Otis and Silas were strolling over and filling the guy’s seats.
“Are you attending the horse clinic tomorrow, Kelsey?” Otis asked.
“I planned to check it out. You’ve probably been coming here long enough you already know what they’ll be teaching.”
“That and we’re getting too old to be on those critters,” Silas replied. “We wanted to let you know we plan on spending the afternoon fishing, if you want to stop by. A girl needs to know how to toss a line.”
“So you’ve been telling me for a week,” she teased. The two older men had taken a shine to her, one she found heartwarming and that she cherished. She’d never known grandparents, not that she remembered, and she liked the attention the two gave her. “I have to work, but if I get enough done, I’ll hike up there. Thanks for the invite.” She didn’t have the heart to tell them she possessed no interest in the mindless sport. If it meant bringing a smile to their lined faces, she would suffer through an hour of boredom, but she would not handle those slimy, wriggling things.
“If you catch anything, the guys or Mary will cook it up for you. There’s nothing like fresh-caught trout or bass. Silas likes whitefish,” Otis said.
Kelsey wrinkled her nose. “I like fish I don’t have to handle while still alive.”
Both men chuckled as they stood and Silas warned her, “Don’t get attached to any of the cattle around here, then. See you tomorrow, hon.”
Be careful what you wish for. That was Kelsey’s first thought the next morning as she opened the bathroom door wearing nothing but a towel to see Greg standing in the hall holding a small package. The look in his eyes as he took his time inspecting her from head to toe initiated those tiny ripples of awareness again, the ones that slide just under the skin and then slithered downward to zip up between her suddenly weak legs.
Twiddling her thumbs, she hoped he didn’t notice her curled toes as she greeted him with an inquiring tilt of her head. “Good morning.”
“Morning, little bit.” With his eyes on hers, he strode forward, grasped her hand and tugged her into the bedroom and over to the bed. Taking a seat, he laid the objects in his other hand next to his hip, tightening his grip as he reached up and whipped off her towel.
Kelsey didn’t know what she liked more, what aroused her the most – his hot gaze or imagining where he planned to put the strange, bulbous object on the bed. When he pulled a tube of lube from his side pocket she had her answer, and interest turned to unease.
“Um, Greg…”
“Master Greg or Sir,” he interrupted. “Know what I like best about your size?” He yanked on her hand and sent her face down over his muscled thighs. “It’s so easy to position you where I want you. I’ve been wanting you like this since I saw you over Devin’s lap, this little ass all rosy and soft. Nothing beats having such a soft, tempting ass to do with as I wish.”
He squeezed her right buttock and she whipped her dangling head up with a shake to get her hair out of her eyes. “But, I haven’t done anything.” Familiar tingling warmth she’d only experienced from a swat covered her cheek and kept her protest from sounding like a complaint.
Greg smiled and rubbed. “Who says I’m going to punish you? I just want to play for a minute before I introduce you to the inflatable plug.”
Intrigued, amused and aroused, Kelsey returned his teasing grin. “Oh, okay.” Scooting forward, she braced her hands on the floor, wiggled her butt and called back, “Have fun then.”
His laugh sounded like it burst from his throat as he traced circles over one buttock and then the other, his touch so light it tickled. “I like how you continue to surprise me. It makes me want to find ways to surprise you in return.”
Greg played with her butt. That was the only way Kelsey could describe the way he kneaded her buttocks, squeezing the fleshy mounds then letting go to watch them jiggle. She squirmed in embarrassment as he pressed them together and then pried them apart, over and over. A pinch to her right cheek drew a startled yelp and a flutter deep inside her pussy.
“It’s not nice to pinch girls,” she admonished with a giggle as he tickled the sensitive corner between her buttock and thigh.
“I never claimed to be nice. For such a little thing, you have a nice, plump ass.” He braced his arm over her thighs and then proceeded to pluck his way across both cheeks, alternating between tight pinches and taunting, little tweaks that heated her flesh in a different way than the spanking she’d expected.
