understand, is all. They keep asking me, 'Well, what's wrong with Beck?' And I keep telling them the truth, that there's nothing wrong with Beck. He really is a wonderful man." Carrie could almost hear the shrug in her voice. "Of course, some of the women, some of the snootier clients especially, then figure there must be something wrong with me."
"Nope, there's nothing wrong with you, big sister. Nothing at all." Carrie could tell her sister really was suffering. Chloe had always been the most sensitive of the two of them. That was one of the reasons she'd never told her about what had happened in that last foster home she'd been in.
"Listen, why not come and visit? I know you haven't taken any vacation time in a while. Maybe what you need is to just get away from Divine and Madeleine's for a week or so. You could come and we could do a movie marathon and eat a gallon of ice cream."
"I love you, Carrie. Maybe I'll do just that. Let me think on it some, and I'll get back to you. Okay?"
"Okay. Or you can just come. I know you looked Lusty up on Everywhere Earth, so you know how to find me."
"Baby sister, you're just down the road a piece from Divine."
"That I am, big sister. That I am."
Carrie hung up the phone and headed to the shower. She hadn't wanted to say anything to Chloe, but she'd had the feeling, right from the beginning, that Beck wasn't the one for her. Chloe had always told her, every time they'd spoken, what a good man Beck was. But Carrie hadn't detected any zing in her sister's voice or demeanor when she'd spoken about him.
She didn't think her sister felt anything at all like the zing Carrie felt every time those cowboys came within waving distance of her.
Oh, my. I really am starting to fall for them, and fall hard.
Just thinking about those two men got her horny. She'd never been in this position before. They'd kiss her and touch her and get her so hot, and then they'd ease back, turning the physical to the emotional in the blink of an eye.
She closed and locked the bathroom door - something she did without thinking. She was torn between wanting to pamper herself with warm water and soap, and rushing through her shower so she could get to the ranch as soon as possible.
They're likely still out working. They'd told her the night before they planned on giving the fence line one last inspection before getting themselves a few head of cattle and a dozen or so broodmares.
Broodmares made her think of breeding, which was synonymous with sex which, up until she'd met Chase and Brian Benedict, she'd had no interest in whatsoever.
Water, and soap, and hands. My hands, which I will fantasize are their hands.
Carrie stepped under the warm spray. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back and sighed as the heat and the pulse of the water stimulated and seduced.
She let her thoughts wander, let herself remember how it felt to be held and kissed, petted and caressed. Though they'd always stopped just short of completion, and though they'd kept a layer of clothing between their hands and her body, Carrie took those memories and, using her imagination, added to them.
The slide of lather-covered hands over her breasts made her breath catch. She surrendered to the moment, to the smell of the soap and the heat of the silky, satiny touch. Her nipples beaded, begging for attention. Never had she felt this kind of sizzle, never had she been aroused to a level she could only call sexual frenzy.
Never, until now, until Chase and Brian Benedict.
She couldn't suppress a moan as fingers, hot and wet and clever, slid down her stomach, on a straight yet sultry course toward her mound. Brushing over her clit, stroking back and forth over her slit, arousal simmered and swelled.
Faster, needier, those fingers stroked and she imagined herself held and cherished, kissed and caressed as rapture beckoned.
She imagined twin voices, deep and velvety, two mouths hot and tasty, and two bodies, muscled, hard, and eager.
Carrie cried out as the orgasm exploded, as she was nearly brought to her knees in the shower by the power of the bliss that consumed her.
It faded quickly, leaving her feeling bereft, just shy of the kind of satiation she only suspected might exist.
The water continued to fall on her, still warm, as she