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  As if sensing her gaze on him, Blaine looked her way. “You looked like you had fun out there today.”

  She smiled. “I did.”

  Mostly because I enjoyed watching you flex those muscles of yours.

  “Did you grow up on a ranch?” he asked.

  “No.” She laughed. “I grew up in suburbia in Connecticut.”

  Surprise flashed across his face. “No kidding? How’d you end up out here?”

  “A friend set me up with Clint on a blind date. I fell in love with him and his dream of owning a ranch.” She gave him a flirtatious look. “I’ve always had a thing for big, strong cowboys.”

  Blaine gazed down at her for a long moment, his eyes suddenly hot with lust, and Heather wondered if he was thinking about the offer she’d made. She was about to ask when Clint slipped an arm around her waist.

  “Hey hun, sorry to interrupt.” He looked at Blaine. “When we’ve been out on the range all day, Heather and I usually have the guys over to the house for dinner. You’re welcome to join us if you want.”

  Heather held her breath. Like Clint had said, having the ranch hands over for dinner was something they always did, but she’d been so caught up in flirting with Blaine that she’d completely forgotten about it. She only hoped he accepted the invitation. And that he knew it extended way beyond dinner.

  Blaine glanced at her, before he turned back to Clint. “Sure. Sounds good.”

  Her pulse skipped a beat. “Great.” She looked at her husband. “If you want to put Honeysuckle in her stall, I’ll get dinner ready.”

  Going up on tiptoe, she gave Clint a kiss and Honeysuckle a pat on the neck, then sent a sexy smile Blaine’s way before leaving the barn.

  In the house, Heather quickly washed the dirt and dust from her face, hands and arms. She would have liked to take a shower, but Clint and the men were almost finished in the barn, and she wanted to have dinner ready when they came in. Since she and Clint had already decided to invite the hands to dinner, she put everything to make her Tex-Mex chili in a big crock pot before they’d left that morning. The aroma filled the house, making her stomach growl.

  She was setting the basket of cornbread on the table when her husband came in with Blaine and half a dozen of the hands. They washed up in the guest bathroom, then crowded around the huge dining room table. Blaine slipped into the chair beside Heather, sandwiching her between him and Clint, which, as it turned out, was exactly where she was hoping to be later that night.

  Heather was extremely aware of Blaine as she ate. That probably had a little something to do with him sitting so close that his arm brushed hers almost every time he moved. She wondered again if it was his subtle way of telling her he was interested in her invitation.

  She almost gave in to her curiosity more than once during dinner and asked him about it outright, but restrained herself. Until all the ranch hands thanked her for the meal and got up to leave, Blaine included. As the other men stood around talking about work, she stepped closer to Blaine.

  “Have you thought about my offer?” she asked softly.

  A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I did.”

  “And?”

  His grin broadened. “And I’d like to take you up on it.”

  Her pulse beat a wild and crazy tattoo. “I was hoping you’d say that. When the other hands leave, stay for a while.”

  Heather saw Clint looking at her from the corner of her eye, and she gave him a little nod. While he didn’t hurry the other men out, he nonchalantly corralled them toward the door as they continued to talk. She waited until their voices disappeared down the hallway before wrapping her hand around the back of Blaine’s head and pulling him in for a kiss.

  His arms went around her, his hands cupping her ass and yanking her against him. He was already hard beneath his jeans, and she felt a fiery heat pool between her thighs at the contact.

  Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was dimly aware of the shower turning on upstairs and it occurred to her that she and Blaine were still dusty from the cow herding they’d done. As he kissed his way along her jaw to nibble on her ear, she considered saying to heck with getting cleaned up and doing it right there on the dining room table when Clint came down. But the prospect of having sex with Blaine in the shower was too irresistible.

  Heather threaded her fingers in Blaine’s hair, tugging his head up. “Come with me.”

  She didn’t give him a chance to answer, but instead took his hand in hers and led him out of the dining room and up the stairs.

  She heard the shower turn off as she and Blaine walked into the master bedroom, and she led him directly to the adjoining bathroom. Clint was standing in front of the mirror, a towel low around his waist, his muscular chest gloriously bare, his dark hair still wet from the shower. His eyes met hers in the glass, hot with anticipation.

  Her lips curved. “I figured Blaine and I could use a shower, too.”

  His mouth twitched. “Don’t let me stop you.”

  Heather turned back to Blaine. She wasn’t sure if Blaine would be comfortable undressing her with her husband leaning back against the counter watching, so she started on the buttons of her shirt. Blaine, however, mustn’t have been as shy as she thought because he immediately moved to help her. He undid her bra next, tenderly cupping her breasts when they spilled free of the silky fabric. Her nipples were already sensitive from being aroused all day, and she caught her breath when he gave her nipples a squeeze.

  Blaine grinned and slid his hands down her stomach to her belt. He gave it a tug, then undid the buttons so he could push her jeans over her hips. His hands lingered on her bare legs before he slowly took off her boots. The hands she’d placed on his shoulders to steady herself slid down the front of his shirt as he stood, and she automatically reached for the buttons on his shirt. When she had them undone, she slipped her hands inside his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and down his well-muscled arms.

  She raked her gaze over his broad chest and rock-hard abs. He was just as gorgeous as she’d remembered, and she couldn’t resist running her hands over all that manliness. Thanks to the tri mirror above the vanity, Heather could see their reflection as well as Clint’s expression. Her husband was watching intently, his dark eyes molten. She gave him a naughty smile.

  Turning back to Blaine, she wiggled out of her panties. Stepping out of them, she sidled past him to the walk-in shower. It was big enough for Clint to join them if he wanted to, but something told her he was just going to watch tonight.

  Heather turned on the water, then looked over her shoulder at Blaine to find him standing where she’d left him.

  “Coming?” she asked as she moved to stand beneath the spray.

  He took off his boots, dropping them beside hers, then stripped off his jeans and underwear. Naked, and clearly not at all uncomfortable being that way in front of Clint, he stepped into the shower with her.

  Heather picked up the bottle of coconut scented body wash and squeezed some onto Blaine’s hand, then did the same to hers. He lathered it between his hands until they were nice and soapy, then slowly ran them up and down her body before focusing his attention on her breasts. She sighed as he cupped them in her hands, only to gasp as he tweaked her slippery nipples. He grinned roguishly and gave them another squeeze.

  Deciding two could play at that game, Heather ran her soapy hands over his shoulders and down his chest to tease his nipples like he was teasing hers. His didn’t seem nearly as sensitive, much to her consternation. Unable to get a rise out of him that way, she moved down his abs until she came to his hard cock, then she wrapped her hand around it.

  He inhaled sharply. She laughed, rubbing her thumb over the head as she went up on her toes to kiss him. He slid his hands down her back to grab hold of her ass. Then, before she could take a breath, he spun her around so that her back was to him. It put her behind the spray from the shower, and water cascaded down her back. She placed her hands on the wall and turned her he
ad to glance over her shoulder at Blaine, but found herself locking eyes with her husband instead. The lust she saw there made her pussy quiver, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth.

  “That’s it, baby,” Clint urged. “Let him see how much you like putting on a show for me.”

  Heather moaned. It was like being in her own porn movie with her husband as director and her as the star. The only thing missing was the camera.

  Behind her, Blaine lathered her ass with sensual circular motions that had her arching her back. He must have thought it was her way of saying she was hankering for a spanking because he gave her a sharp smack on the right cheek that echoed in the shower and sent soap bubbles flying everywhere. He brought his hand down on the opposite cheek, this time a little harder. Heather let out a little squeal. He probably didn’t know it, but spanks stung a whole lot more on wet skin.

  She looked at him over her shoulder. “For a guy who’s never spanked a woman until yesterday, you sure know what you’re doing.”

  He flashed her a sexy grin. “I had a good teacher. And you have an ass that makes a man want to spank it.”

  Over by the vanity, Clint chuckled. “That she does.”

  She looked from Blaine to Clint and back again. “Then go ahead and spank me some more, sugar.”

  Giving him a saucy smile, Heather turned around and arched her back again, pushing out her ass in invitation.

  Blaine wrapped one arm around her waist and ran his soap-covered hand over her ass once, then twice, before bringing it down on her right cheek. Half a dozen more quick spanks followed the first, leaving her derriere stinging like crazy and her pussy dripping.

  Heather was about to reach down and touch herself when Blaine slipped his hand between her legs.

  “Let’s see how wet you are,” he said huskily.

  He glided his finger teasingly along the folds of her pussy, then pushed it into her depths in one smooth motion.

  “Mmm, you’re very wet.”

  Her lips curved. “We are in the shower.”

  He laughed, the sound soft and silky in her ear. “I don’t think that’s why you’re wet. I think it’s from getting spanked while your husband watches.”

  She cooed.

  He slid his finger out of her pussy and held it to her lips. “What do you think?”

  She moaned as the scent of her arousal filled her nose. Her juices smelled sweet and musky, and she obediently parted her lips to suck them from his finger.

  “You taste good, don’t you?” he asked softly.

  Heather could only let out another moan.

  “My turn to see just how good,” he rasped in her ear.

  She expected him to dip his finger in her pussy again so he could lick her juices from it like she’d done, but he surprised her by spinning her around and dropping to his knees in front of her. Heather caught her breath at the hunger in his eyes. Nothing made her feel more beautiful than when a man looked at her like that.

  Catching one of her legs in his hand, he lifted it until her foot was on his shoulder. Heather grabbed the showerhead to steady herself. With all the times she and Clint had made love in the shower, they’d never done it in this position. She definitely liked Blaine’s creativity. From the glint in her husband’s eyes, so did he.

  Eyes locked with hers, Blaine leaned forward to press his lips to the inside of her upraised thigh. His mouth was hot on her skin, and she found herself holding her breath as he trailed a path of scorching kisses down her thigh to the neatly trimmed red curls between her legs.

  Using his thumbs to spread her pussy lips, he slowly ran his tongue up one side of her folds almost all the way to her clit but not quite, then glided down the other side. He lifted his head with a groan.

  “You taste as delicious as I thought you would,” he said.

  Heather opened her mouth to thank him, but all that came out was a sigh as he bent his head to put his tongue back on her. He repeated the same motion as before, getting closer and closer to the sensitive nub so many times she was sure she’d go insane if he didn’t lick her clit.

  She was about to chance taking one hand off the showerhead so she could grab him by the hair and put his mouth where she wanted it when she felt Blaine’s tongue swirl around her clit. She moaned, gripping the showerhead tightly as made lazy circles on it. She desperately wanted to wiggle her hips in time with his movements so she could grind against him, but her precarious position combined with a slick floor made that impossible. Not that she was complaining. Blaine was doing an excellent job of going down on her.

  As he lapped at her clit, Blaine reached around with the other to cup her ass cheek. Her skin was still tingly from the spanking he’d given her, and she let out a little, “Oooh.”

  “Don’t stop,” she begged.

  He didn’t. Instead, he alternated between flicking her clit with his tongue and swirling it round and round. That alone would have been enough to drive her crazy with pleasure, but then Blaine slid his finger inside her pussy. She gasped, her grip on the showerhead tightening as he wiggled his finger back and forth. The two sensations, along with his hand on her ass, sent her spiraling out of control.

  On the other side of the room, Clint was still watching intently. “Are you coming, babe?”

  Heather thought she might have said yes, but she wasn’t sure. It might have gotten lost in the long, continuous moan she let out.

  Her husband grinned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Come for him. Come for me.”

  Heather tried to maintain eye contact with Clint as she came, but the orgasm that coursed through her was so powerful she could barely stand, much less keep her eyes open, and she let her head fall back to rest against the expensive imported tile.

  Blaine continued to lash at her clit with his tongue until she was so sensitive she couldn’t take any more. Even then, he didn’t stop, but instead moved his tongue more and more slowly, coaxing every last bit of bliss from her. When he was done, he pressed his lips to the inside of one trembling thigh before finally lifting his head to look at her.

  Heather gazed down at him for a long moment, her body still trembling with the aftereffects of her climax. Blaine gently lowered her foot to the floor, keeping a strong arm wrapped around her. Which was a good thing, because she wasn’t very steady. However, she was steady enough to take his face between her hands and kiss him hard on the mouth.

  “Why don’t you get down on your knees and thank Blaine for licking your pussy, Heather?”

  Clint’s softly spoken suggestion made Heather quiver all over again, and she obediently knelt down in front of Blaine. The water streamed down behind him, making him look like something out of a fantasy, and she could barely contain her excitement as she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. Aware of Clint watching, she leaned forward and swirled her tongue over the head of Blaine’s penis. Even though he was slightly wet from being underneath the shower earlier, she could still taste his natural musk, and she let out a soft “Mmm,” of appreciation.

  Palming his balls with her other hand, she slowly ran her tongue up and down his cock. As she did, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye, and saw that Clint had dropped the towel and wrapped his hand around his erection. She’d never realized how sexy watching a man touch himself could be until she met Clint, but seeing him pumping his big hand up and down his cock was so mesmerizing she almost forgot she was supposed to be giving Blaine a blowjob.

  She closed her lips around the head of his penis and sucked gently. Above her, Blaine sucked in his breath. While it was tempting to let him slide all the way down her throat, she wanted to torment him like he’d tormented her. So, she continued to tease the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue round and round until he groaned in obvious frustration. Taking pity on him, she ran her tongue over the head once more before taking him deep.

  “Oh yeah, baby,” Clint urged. “Suck on that cock.”

  Heather couldn’t help but smile at her husband’s words as s
he moved her mouth up and down on Blaine’s shaft. It would have been so easy to make him come right then, but she wasn’t done teasing him. And she definitely wasn’t done putting on a show for her husband. She let Blaine’s shaft slide out of her mouth and concentrated on his balls instead, running her tongue over their velvety softness as she gently continued to massage them.

  “Damn, you’re good at that,” Blaine said hoarsely.

  Heather felt a surge of pride at the compliment. She’d have to remember to thank him later.

  Cupping his balls more firmly in her hand, she traced a path up his penis with her tongue before taking his entire length into her mouth again. Blaine let out a ragged gasp as the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. She held him there, reveling in how good he felt filling her mouth.

  Moaning, she began to move her mouth on him, sliding up to the very tip of his shaft before taking all of him deep. Blaine slid his hand into her wet hair, gently thrusting his hips in time to her movements. He went a little deeper each time until he was pushing his cock completely down her throat. Heather murmured her approval. She loved it when a guy fucked her mouth like that.

  Realizing he was probably close to orgasm, she pulled her mouth away to pump him with her hand. She made a swirling motion as she did so, tightening her grip on the way up, then lightly teasing the head with her thumb before going back down.

  “Oh God,” he rasped. “You’re going to make me come.”

  She smiled up at him. “That’s right. I am going to make you come. All over my breasts. Would you like that?”

  Blaine’s only answer was to groan as hot jets of cum shot out to splash on her breasts. It dripped down, clinging to each nipple like glistening pearls. She pumped her hand faster, stopping only when she was sure she had milked him of every drop. By the time she was done, Blaine was the one who had to press a hand to the wall to steady himself.