supposed. Glancing over her shoulder, he watched Clayton saunter slowly down the steps and reach for her door. Chance hoped this was a good place for them to start.
Chapter Nine
Lydia smiled back at Chance as she heard the truck door open beside her. He nodded reassuringly at her, and she turned to greet Clayton. This is it. Everything has changed now. What must he be thinking?
Myriad, confusing thoughts swirled in her brain as she looked into his more serious, mesmerizing blue gaze. That was the difference she always noticed between Chance and Clayton when they’d come in the café together. Clayton was every bit as kind and gentlemanly as Chance, but there was a hint of reserve to him whereas Chance almost couldn’t help but smile and tease. She found Clayton’s taciturnity intriguing rather than intimidating.
Like Chance, he was dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt. A pale straw cowboy hat sat upon his head, and he was wearing the requisite cowboy boots. Chance opened the driver-side door, and when he pushed it open it drew a draft from her side of the vehicle, pulling in the heat of the late afternoon and the clean scent of a recently showered man.
Perhaps sensing her hesitance, Clayton said, “Welcome home, Lydia. Can I help you down?” She smiled and nodded at him. Even up high in the truck, she was still at eye level with him as he reached in for her. After she released the seat belt, he slid his forearms under her knees and around her back and lifted her from the seat.
She bit her lip at the motion, still a little unsettled by both men’s willingness to do that. None of the guys she’d ever dated had been strong enough or had the inclination to heft her curvy frame around like these two seemed to enjoy doing. Clayton must’ve picked up on her disconcertion because he gave her a small smile.
“You’re as light as a feather.” he murmured reassuringly as he backed away from the truck. He lingered with her in his arms perhaps a second or two longer than needed, then surprised her with a kiss on the cheek. His jaw was smooth against hers, and she detected the barest hint of aftershave as he brushed his lips against her cheek. Proving that her body didn’t care about the particulars or risks of polyamorous relationships, her pussy warmed instantly in response to his scent and touch.
Clayton carefully set her on her feet, and she took in the front of the house, trying to distract herself from her reaction to the contact. It had a deep, wraparound front porch, and the native stone that covered the exterior walls reminded her of Sunday houses she’d seen in Fredericksburg, Texas, on a summer vacation years before.
Clayton quietly said, “There is no one else in the house, if you’d like to go in and have a look around your domain. I hope you’ll be happy here.”
Smiling at his word choice, Lydia replied, “I’m sure I will, Clayton. Thank you.”
She started to slip away from him, feeling like there had been more she should say or wondering if there was more he wanted to say. Clayton took hold of her hand, and when Lydia looked up at him, he said, “I’m really glad you came.”
Relaxing just a notch when she saw a momentary trace of a smile and vulnerability in his eyes, Lydia smiled wholeheartedly at him and replied, “I am, too, Clayton. I’ll be inside.”
He nodded, releasing her hand. She heard Chance’s and Clayton’s deep voices in conversation as she made her way up the steps to the front door. She turned the knob on the heavy oak door, catching a hint of the naturally lit interior through the leaded-glass windows in the door. It swung open silently, and she stepped in, sighing contentedly as the cool air greeted her. She closed the door and walked into the foyer. The house was enormous and beautiful.
To her left was a living room, complete with upholstered couches and chairs and a very complicated-looking home theater system. The head of an axis deer hung on one wall
Chapter Nine
Lydia smiled back at Chance as she heard the truck door open beside her. He nodded reassuringly at her, and she turned to greet Clayton. This is it. Everything has changed now. What must he be thinking?
Myriad, confusing thoughts swirled in her brain as she looked into his more serious, mesmerizing blue gaze. That was the difference she always noticed between Chance and Clayton when they’d come in the café together. Clayton was every bit as kind and gentlemanly as Chance, but there was a hint of reserve to him whereas Chance almost couldn’t help but smile and tease. She found Clayton’s taciturnity intriguing rather than intimidating.
Like Chance, he was dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt. A pale straw cowboy hat sat upon his head, and he was wearing the requisite cowboy boots. Chance opened the driver-side door, and when he pushed it open it drew a draft from her side of the vehicle, pulling in the heat of the late afternoon and the clean scent of a recently showered man.
Perhaps sensing her hesitance, Clayton said, “Welcome home, Lydia. Can I help you down?” She smiled and nodded at him. Even up high in the truck, she was still at eye level with him as he reached in for her. After she released the seat belt, he slid his forearms under her knees and around her back and lifted her from the seat.
She bit her lip at the motion, still a little unsettled by both men’s willingness to do that. None of the guys she’d ever dated had been strong enough or had the inclination to heft her curvy frame around like these two seemed to enjoy doing. Clayton must’ve picked up on her disconcertion because he gave her a small smile.
“You’re as light as a feather.” he murmured reassuringly as he backed away from the truck. He lingered with her in his arms perhaps a second or two longer than needed, then surprised her with a kiss on the cheek. His jaw was smooth against hers, and she detected the barest hint of aftershave as he brushed his lips against her cheek. Proving that her body didn’t care about the particulars or risks of polyamorous relationships, her pussy warmed instantly in response to his scent and touch.
Clayton carefully set her on her feet, and she took in the front of the house, trying to distract herself from her reaction to the contact. It had a deep, wraparound front porch, and the native stone that covered the exterior walls reminded her of Sunday houses she’d seen in Fredericksburg, Texas, on a summer vacation years before.
Clayton quietly said, “There is no one else in the house, if you’d like to go in and have a look around your domain. I hope you’ll be happy here.”
Smiling at his word choice, Lydia replied, “I’m sure I will, Clayton. Thank you.”
She started to slip away from him, feeling like there had been more she should say or wondering if there was more he wanted to say. Clayton took hold of her hand, and when Lydia looked up at him, he said, “I’m really glad you came.”
Relaxing just a notch when she saw a momentary trace of a smile and vulnerability in his eyes, Lydia smiled wholeheartedly at him and replied, “I am, too, Clayton. I’ll be inside.”
He nodded, releasing her hand. She heard Chance’s and Clayton’s deep voices in conversation as she made her way up the steps to the front door. She turned the knob on the heavy oak door, catching a hint of the naturally lit interior through the leaded-glass windows in the door. It swung open silently, and she stepped in, sighing contentedly as the cool air greeted her. She closed the door and walked into the foyer. The house was enormous and beautiful.
To her left was a living room, complete with upholstered couches and chairs and a very complicated-looking home theater system. The head of an axis deer hung on one wall
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