Gracie’s eyes widened in surprise for a split second then narrowed in disbelief. Seeing her skepticism, he did the only thing he could think of to prove his words. He brought her hand down to his achingly hard cock and pressed her palm against his shaft.
Gracie gasped, looking down at her hand as he rubbed it against his very aroused length. Her knees nearly buckled at the feel of his desire for her. Without thought or hesitations she did what she had wanted to do since she had been a young woman. She caressed him. She followed the hard ridge of his cock with her fingers, squeezing gently as she gave in to the feelings of love and desire that she had always had for this man.
His moan joined hers, and he pressed her hand against him more firmly, rocking his hips into her touch. Leaning forward, he found her mouth, claiming it as she continued to stroke him through his jeans, wishing there were no clothes between them so he could feel her soft hand on his shaft.
His hands left hers, and he grabbed her face, holding it in place while his lips covered hers, tasting, teasing, urging her to open to his kiss. He kissed and retreated, kissed and retreated, smiling as her mouth followed his, seeking out his kisses. When he finally leaned into the kiss, taking her mouth and demanding that she yield to him, he moaned as she opened to his seeking tongue and sucked on it tentatively. Her hesitance and insecurity just fueled his ardor. He wanted to show her just how good making love with him would always be.
Reaching down, he slowly lifted the hem of her navy blue skirt and smoothed his hands up the length of her long legs. He loved the feel of the nylons she was wearing. His heart nearly thudded through his chest when his fingers touched the top of the thigh-high stocking and found that it was attached to a garter. His little Gracie was a gift beyond measure. He would have never thought she would wear such an erotic piece of lingerie.
He stepped back and looked down at her flushed face, loving that he had put that look there. Kneeling slowly, he pushed up her hem to view the sexy black garter belt, tracing the top of the stockings with his fingertips and leaning forward to kiss her thighs. He leaned in to the equally sexy, black lace panties and inhaled the sweet scent of her pussy. He kissed her mound softly, rubbing his face against the delicate lace before looking up to see Gracie looking down at him with such an expression of softness he could barely stand it.
“So sweet, baby,” he whispered, reaching up to gently trace the line of her panties across the crease of her thigh, slipping his fingers beneath the delicate material to touch her soft curls. “Spread for me, Gracie,” he whispered, closing his eyes briefly as she immediately complied with his command. He opened his eyes and watched as she widened her stance.
His callused finger rubbed against her folds, gently easing between her swollen lips to the soft, warm skin that awaited him. He smiled as he heard her moan, and she opened her legs further to give him easier access to her core. He accepted her invitation gladly, sliding his finger into her body and finding the wetness that already flooded her channel.
“You’re so wet for me, darlin’,” he whispered, pushing deep inside of her and pulling out slightly before repeating the motion. “I want to taste you, Gracie.”
He felt her hand on the top of his head, knocking his hat off as she grabbed his hair and held it tightly within her grasp. She allowed him to take her left leg and carefully place it over his right shoulder, opening herself further to him. Pulling aside the crotch of her panties, he was rewarded with the incredible sight of her wet and swollen pussy, open and ready to accept him.
He wasted no time in claiming what he knew was rightfully his. Leaning forward, he spread her lips and swiped his tongue across her vaginal opening, groaning at the taste of his mate. Licking at the swollen bud of her clit, he inserted two fingers inside of her and curled them to find that elusive spot. He felt her jerk against him and smiled as he sucked on her button with increased fervor. There was no way he was letting go until she shattered with pleasure.
“Deuce,” she moaned, tipping her hips toward his mouth, needing him.
He hummed against her mound, not giving her a moment to pull away from the pleasure he could feel coiling within her. Pumping his fingers deep inside of her, he increased the pressure on her swollen clit, pressing against it with the flat of his tongue before sucking hard.
Her moan of completion accompanied the beautiful rush of cream that escaped her. He drank it down greedily, not wanting to miss one tiny drop of her release. Pulling his fingers from her body, he held her gently as her leg fell from his shoulder and she slid down the wall of the elevator to sit on the incline of his thighs.
“I love your taste,” he told her, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck her juices from them. “Here, baby. Taste how good it is.”
He touched her bottom lip with his two fingers, smiling as she slowly opened her mouth and allowed him to push inside. He groaned as her tongue swirled around his fingers, picturing how she would tease his cock as it slid between her lips. His aching shaft pulsed against the zipper of his jeans.
She looked at him through a haze of lust, reaching out to touch his face, pulling back suddenly as old habits kicked in and she feared for his safety.
“Oh, no, sweetheart,” he told her, laughing. “You will not be afraid to touch me.” He took her hand and placed it against his cheek, turning into it to kiss her palm lightly. “You’re going to touch me every day. Often. I need your touch, Gracie. And you need to touch me.” He watched her as her awareness came back to her and felt her stiffen with worry. “You will touch me, Gracie,” he commanded, unable to keep the determination from his voice.
The ding of the elevator drew their attention. The elevator began to move, and Deuce stood slowly, carefully pulling her up with him and setting her on her feet. He bent down to retrieve his hat, placing it on his head and steadying Gracie against his side just as the elevator doors opened to a group of four executives waiting in the lobby.
Deuce took Gracie’s hand and led them out of the elevator, straight through the lobby and to the street outside. He guided her toward the front parking area, only stopping when they were standing beside his truck. He turned to look down at her and smiled at her somewhat dazed expression. Reaching up, he touched her chin with his index finger and tipped her head up to meet his gaze.
“Are you okay, Gracie?” he asked her, searching her face worriedly. He hoped he hadn’t pushed her too far.
“I’m a little stunned, Deuce,” she admitted. “I’m also embarrassed.”
“Darlin’, there is nothing embarrassing about being a sensual woman,” he told her, smiling. “I’m very happy that you are.”
“You are?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Gracie smiled up at him shyly, before she stepped back and looked at him with concern evident in her eyes. “You’re confusing the hell out of me, Deuce.”
“Am I?”
Gracie nodded, her eyes meeting his shyly. Her seriousness made his heart soften, and he waited patiently for her to voice her concerns.
“Where is this coming from? All of a sudden, out of the blue, you’re suddenly interested in me?” Her voice held a hint of confusion, but mostly it held anger.
“Don’t you want me to be interested in you?” He reached up and touched her jaw lightly. She stepped back immediately, and he nearly growled with frustration. “Do not step away from my touch, Gracie,” he told her softly.
“I can’t think when you touch me, James,” she told him, regretting her words as soon as she saw the grin that came to his face. “Stop it,” she warned him.
“Stop what?” He took a step toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her toward him, loving the way she fit so perfectly within his embrace. Her body fit snugly against him, and he closed his eyes in satisfaction as her core rubbed against his erection.
Her soft intake of breath made him open his eyes to look down at her. He moved his hips lightly against her, and she moaned softly. He couldn’t help but smile at the bl
ush that covered her cheeks. Shy looked good on her.
“Deuce, you must be hurting. I’m sorry you didn’t…” she stammered, unable to finish.
“Didn’t what, baby?”
She removed herself from his arms and took a step back, looking down at the very prominent bulge that still remained in his jeans. His growl brought her attention back to his handsome face.
“Say it, Gracie,” he insisted, the command in his voice obvious.
“I’m sorry that you didn’t come,” she said softly, blushing immediately.
His smile was immediate. He loved how she responded to his commands, and he was very pleased that she wanted him to receive ultimate pleasure with her.
“You can take care of that for me if you want to when we get home,” he told her calmly.
She looked up at him and saw the devilish glint in his deep blue eyes. She could get lost in those eyes. She could get lost in him.
“You seriously confuse me!” she told him softly, gasping as he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her soundly.
Pulling back, he looked down at her and groaned. “Let’s go get the furniture for our children’s rooms before I forget we’re in public and throw you to the ground and take you.”
Gracie was startled by his words. Kissing her cheek one last time, he turned her and gently pushed her to walk toward the underground parking area to get her moving toward her car.
His words played in her head. She knew that he had meant that they had to get furniture for Luke and Melanie’s kids.
He couldn’t possibly have meant that we’re going to get furniture for our own children. Right?
Chapter 4
Deuce walked through the store with Gracie by his side. He wondered if she realized how she gravitated toward him every few minutes to touch him, reassuring herself of his presence. Every time she touched him he could feel the calm that swept over him. He would wager the McKade Ranch that she felt the same when they touched and sought it out without realizing her need for it.
They stood before the display of bedroom furniture, walking through the setups and trying to decide which display of furniture would work best in Deuce’s ranch home.
“Which one do you think would be best for a little boy’s room?” he asked her, wanting her choice since he hoped the furniture would occupy their own son’s room very soon. “Keep in mind that our family will be growing, so we might as well get a second bed to match the set now.” Deuce looked down at her as she surveyed the available furniture, knowing she was completely unaware of the fact that he meant the family she would create with him—not the family that Luke and Melanie were having.
Gracie looked at the bunk bed setup then turned toward the twin bed display. “Good point. I think you should get the twin beds,” she told him firmly. “There’s no point in getting furniture that will be outgrown and will need to be replaced. Robbie will like sleeping in a big boy’s bed. You can get the bed guards so he won’t fall out of bed while he’s sleeping.”
“Always thinking, Gracie,” he told her, leaning down to kiss the top of her head before turning to the salesman and pointing to the heavy mahogany bed, bureau, and bedside table. “We’ll take two of this set, including the mattresses and box springs,” he told him.
The salesman wrote down the information on his clipboard, following them as they walked toward the next section of bed displays. The section was obviously meant for girls, and Deuce saw the way Gracie hesitated and looked at the mahogany four-poster bed with a pastel purple canopy and bedding.
“I always wanted one of those beds,” she told him, pointing toward the feminine display. “I used to dream that Melanie and I were fairy princesses and slept in beds like that one.”
Deuce smiled and stepped closer to her, knowing instinctively that she was going to reach out to touch him briefly before moving toward the last display of furniture at the end of the aisle. As her hand lightly brushed his for a moment, the feelings of contentment and peace washed over him, and he knew that he had become addicted to her touch and her presence. He had been for a long time—ever since they had been children. Her touch just made him feel good. Maybe someday he would find out if his touch did the same for her. He hoped that it did.
Deuce turned to the salesman and nodded toward the canopy bed. “Add two of those beds. Include the bureaus, mattresses, box springs, and all the bedding.”
He spoke softly, making sure Gracie wouldn’t hear him, and smiled when he saw her walking among the rows of available cribs in the baby section. In that moment he felt that everything was going to work out. He knew that very soon she would finally understand that she belonged to him, and he couldn’t be happier.
“What do you think, Deuce?” she asked him as she looked over the variety of cribs. “There are so many to choose from.”
Deuce walked over to stand beside her. “They all look nice to me, Gracie. Do you have a preference?”
“Not really,” she said softly, walking through the aisles, touching each crib as she walked by it.
Deuce walked down the adjoining aisle of cribs, stopping beside one that had a teddy bear carved into the headboard of the dark wood. He traced the design of the bear and smiled, flashing back to the memory of the time when he had first met Gracie. She had been only three years old, and she had been clutching a scraggly teddy bear to her chest. He remembered how his mother had reached out to lift Gracie into her arms and hug her tightly. It was a really nice memory of both his mother and of Gracie.
“I like this one,” he said softly, looking up to see Gracie turning toward him and smiling before she walked over to him. “It reminds me of you.”
Gracie came to a stop beside him, her brow furrowed in confusion until she saw the carved figure he was running his hand over. Her face softened, and she reached out to lightly touch the head of the carved bear.
“You never went anywhere without your bear,” he told her quietly, placing his hand over hers and squeezing it lightly. “I remember my mother trying to take it from you to wash it and you crying until she gave it back.”
Gracie laughed softly. “I remember that, too.” She looked up at him, and her smile disappeared when she saw the tender way he was looking at her.
“I want this crib,” he told her firmly. “No other one will be better.”
Gracie nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. As she looked at the intricate teddy bear carving, she wished she would be filling this crib with her own baby. With the baby that belonged to Deuce and her.
Deuce raised his hand and called over the salesman. “We want this crib,” he told him. He turned to Gracie. “What else do we need, honey?”
“A changing table?”
“This crib has a matching bureau and changing table,” the young man told them. “They have the same carving of the teddy bear on them.”
“Perfect. Add them to the order,” Deuce told him quickly. “What about a rocking chair, Gracie?”
Gracie’s head was spinning. “So much, Deuce!” she told him, reaching up to cover her cheeks with her hands.
Deuce smiled down at her, stepping forward and gathering her in his embrace. He loved that she immediately wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him. The blush that spread across her cheeks was absolutely adorable. He wanted her to always wear that blush of joy. He wanted to give her reason to always be happy. He knew that she was not one to be influenced by material things, but he was going to spoil her rotten with both his love and anything he could ever give her to make her comfortable and know that she was truly cherished. Nothing was ever too much or enough for his Gracie.
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Deuce followed Gracie as she drove down the long driveway that led to the McKade Ranch. He hoped that the Great Spirit was ready to smile down upon them and bless their mating. He also hoped Gracie was ready and willing to be claimed. He knew an unaccustomed moment of nervousness as he realized that everything would be decided within the next few minutes.
Pul
ling into the open garage bay, he waited until she pulled her small car in beside him and parked to his right. He shut off his truck and quickly exited it so he could be there to stand by her car door as she opened it to climb out. He waited as she opened her door and turned to face him.
She laughed as he reached for her and helped her out. “I’m pretty sure I can get out of my car without your help, Deuce,” she teased him.
“Now what fun would that be?” he asked, pulling her into his arms and kissing her nose lightly before hugging her tightly and tapping her bottom lightly. “Let’s go, Gracie Lee,” he provoked her. “We have to get you settled and put all the kids’ stuff in their rooms before everyone gets here.”
“You’re so bossy, Deuce!” she told him, laughing as he stepped back to look down at her. She closed her door quickly and turned back to look up at him.
“Get used to it, baby,” he told her seriously. “Do you think you’ll have a problem with that?”
“With what?”
“Me being in charge.”
“Depends on what you’re in charge of,” she told him honestly.
Deuce’s eyes flashed with desire as he crowded her against the side of her car. He pressed his body against hers and rubbed his hardening cock against her hip. “I need to be in charge of you, Gracie,” he told her softly. He reached up and gently covered her left breast with his large hand and caressed it lightly with the pad of his thumb. “Will you allow me to be?”
Her light blue eyes gazed up at him in confusion, but her breathing quickened as she leaned into his caress. She reached up and covered his hand with hers, pressing it against her breast more firmly.
“You’ve always watched out for me, James,” she told him quietly. “I’m not really sure what you’re asking me, but I trust you. I always have. You know that.”
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