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throb began in her pussy at the thought of those powerful arms wrapped around her bare body and him cupping her breasts in his hands.
    Her nipples peaked tightly as she slid her slick fingers over them. Her cheeks filled with heat as she slid her hand down her abdomen one more time. She leaned against the wall of the shower and slowed the descent until two fingers rested above her damp lips. Leaning her temple against her forearm, Lydia took a deep, shuddering breath as she slid two fingers between her pussy lips and stroked her sensitive clit.
    The ache in her pussy intensified as she caressed with a circular motion and her fingers became drenched with her own slick moisture. Her pussy trembled at the stimulation, and she imagined that it wasn’t her fingers but his callused touch that aroused her.
    Her pussy clenched as she envisioned his sexy lips pressed against hers as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Chance was a very generous, affectionate man, and she imagined him whispering sweet words to her as his lips trailed lower until they hovered over her pussy.
    He wouldn’t rush her to orgasm. Chance would enjoy the journey as much as the destination. She imagined him taking his time, licking slowly, torturing her with each stroke of his velvety tongue.
    With her heart hammering, she let her fantasy go into overdrive as Chance’s brother Clayton appeared at her side and kissed her as he stroked her breasts and her abdomen. Clayton kissed her hungrily then lavished long, slow kisses along her throat.
    Lydia’s pussy clenched and she knew she was moments away from coming. In her mind’s eye, Chance looked up at her with his brilliant blue eyes and watched as she arched her back and came undone for him while he lapped hungrily at her pussy. Lydia pressed her mouth against her forearm to muffle her groan of ecstasy as her pussy spasmed with wave after wave of pleasure.
    The thought of the two men both bringing her to orgasm was enough to send another shockwave through her core. She’d fantasized about them before, but this time was much stronger, probably because Chance was so close.
    When she came to herself again she turned toward the spray and rinsed in an increasing daze. She was off the following morning, and she planned to take full advantage of the time and sleep as long as she could. After turning off the water she opened the shower curtain and groaned miserably.
    She’d forgotten her clothes. In her twitter pated state she’d trapped herself in her bathroom with nothing but a bath towel, and a smallish-sized one at that.
    “Crap,” she whispered as she dried off, wondering what to do. She cringed at the thought of putting on the clothes she’d worked in all day. She didn’t want to go to bed smelling like a french fry. Putting her ear to the door, she listened for any noise. The room seemed quiet. She cracked open the door and peeked out from behind it. “Chance?”
    There was no answer. She poked her head out and heard him outside the motel room window still involved in his phone conversation.
     
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    “My only question, Chance, is why haven’t you invited her to be our chef?”
    Chance leaned against the balcony railing with his cell phone held to his ear and replied, “Because you know that’s not what I want. It’s not what you want either, if you’d admit to it.”
    “Of course it’s not, but it would get her here, if you want her and you think she’s interested in you. It’ll take forever for her to come around to a threesome if this turns into a long-distance relationship. You’re not being dishonest. Lord knows we desperately need someone who can cook around here. I’m as useless as you in a kitchen, and I’m tired of eating out. I say beg if you have to.”
    Chance smiled at Clayton’s words even though there was a lot of truth in what he said. Unless it came off a grill medium rare, their cooking was the pits. “Okay. I’ll talk to her about that.”
    “Did