The Divine Creek Ranch Collection Volume 4

by Heather Rainier

“I know,” Tracy said as she reached for a Styrofoam cup. “I don’t know who pissed in her Post Toasties but she sure is making our final days for the season a joy.”

  Tracy’s mother and Sarah’s grandmother came in the break room door just then. She turned and lifted her hand and shot her bony middle finger at the swinging louver doors as Tabitha’s voice could be heard out in the workroom ranting about something. “Sit on it and rotate, Tabitha.”

  Lily’s eyes rounded because she was fairly certain Kendalia Wilkins had said that loud enough for Tabitha to hear. She turned back to her work and peeked at Sarah, who was glancing between her mother and grandmother in surprise before bursting into giggles. Lily bit her lip, trying to hide her amusement. Out on the sales floor, the ladies were the picture of decorum, but in the break room they tended to let loose some doozies.

  Tracy bumped her in the hip at the kitchen sink. “I think I know what burr is up Tabitha’s butt. It’s Miss Lily, here.”

  “Huh?” Lily asked, mortified when she felt a red blush creep up her neck.

  Tracy cackled. “Don’t you ‘huh’ me, you naughty little temptress. Clay obviously adores you, and rightfully so.” Tracy scrunched her nose up. “It’s driving Tabitha crazy!”

  Lily kept her voice to a whisper. “And I hate being in the middle. Tabitha has been employed here since the day he opened the doors. I don’t want her to quit on him so would…you…kindly…shhh!” Lily laughed as the heat radiated from her cheeks.

  Kendalia took down a dish towel from its hook and dried the coffeepot Lily had just washed and said, “Tabitha is acting even stranger than normal, especially the last several days. She’s a sneaky one so you’d better be careful, Lily.”

  “I will,” Lily said as Kendalia put the pot back on the burner. “I’m used to dealing with her.”

  “Something is not right with her,” the spunky septuagenarian muttered. “But you make up for it, honey. I like working with you just fine. You don’t have a stick up your butt.”

  “Mom!” Tracy said with a groan. “We’d better get out of here before she thinks we’re plotting against her.”

  Lily checked the front door and did a quick inspection to make sure everything was locked up then shut the lights out, and they met Tabitha in the workroom at the back door. Lily pulled Clay’s key ring out of her purse, pushed the door open for the ladies, and Sarah, Tracy, and Kendalia all filed through, wishing them a good night. A gust of cold air blasted through the door as she waited for Tabitha to exit. Tabitha gestured for her to go through.

  She smiled at Tabitha and stuck the key on Clay’s key ring in the deadbolt lock and waited.

  Tabitha squinted at the key ring. “Why are you driving Clay’s truck?”

  Tired of her nosiness and games, Lily replied, “Why do you want to know?”

  Tabitha finally stepped through the doorway first. “No reason, you just seem awfully cozy with him these days.”

  Lily turned the key in the deadbolt, securing the shop, and shrugged. “Okay.”

  “Okay?”

  “Yes. Whatever. Mind your own business, Tabitha.”

  Tabitha flounced off and Lily heard her mutter, “Two-timing floozy.”

  Thinking she meant Del, she shrugged and climbed into Clay’s truck for the drive out to the Divine Creek Ranch, where the girls were gathering for the second night of the weekend get-together.

  * * * *

  Tabitha’s fingers shook with indignation as she dialed the number. When the incredibly sexy voice answered the phone, she spoke in an equally suggestive tone. “Mr. King. It’s Tabitha Lester.”

  His husky chuckle sent a thrill up her spine. “Well, hello, Miss Tabitha.”

  “You wanted me to let you know her whereabouts when Mr. Cook wasn’t around, so you could meet with her and have that talk. I–I just wanted to let you know Mr. Cook is out of town this weekend and she’s on her way to his home right now.”

  It stuck in her craw that she was directing him to Lily so he could have a chance at reconciling with her, but she wanted Lily gone more than she wanted anything else right now.

  “Mr. King, Clay is such a nice man. You won’t—”

  “No, no, no, darlin’. I think I know what you’re worried about, and, no, I don’t have any problem with Mr. Cook. You said she was his roommate and I believe you, darlin’.” Every time he used that endearment it made her heart hammer and her granny panties damp. “He sounds like a noble man, trying to help her and I have to appreciate that.”

  “Oh, he’s very noble. He just doesn’t see…” She left unsaid that Mr. King’s wife was using Clay in the very same way Presley Ann Woodworth had. She just wanted what she could get from him. Oh, Lily hid it better behind her lovey-dovey, caring act, but she was a gold digger as well.

  “I understand, darlin’. You have nothing to concern yourself with that. So he’s out of town all weekend?”

  “Yes. I–I wish you luck with your wife, Mr. King.” Tabitha tried to hide the catch in her throat. This could be the last time she ever spoke with this lovely man. The thought made her nose swell and the lump in her throat made it hard to talk. “I’m here if you need anything else.”

  “I appreciate that, darlin’. I’ll be in touch if I have any questions. You know, darlin,’ talking to such a sweet lady makes me wonder if I wound up with the wrong woman.”

  “Oh.” Tabitha’s jaw dropped, and her face instantly felt like it was on fire.

  In an embarrassed-sounding tone, Mr. King said, “I probably shouldn’t have said that. You’re just so darned sweet. Your husband is a lucky man.”

  She giggled and swallowed over the lump in her throat, wondering if maybe this man might throw Lily over for her. “I’m—I’m not married.”

  “Well, some man is gonna be lucky one of these days when he grabs you up and gives you what you need.”

  Oh, I wish you’d throw that gold-digging whore over and do it yourself, sexy!

  His dark tone sent a lustful thrill through her, and she giggled again, disguising the croak with a cough when it didn’t come out very sexy like she’d intended it to. “You’re very kind. I hope someday I’m that lucky.”

  “If it doesn’t work out between me and my errant little Lily, maybe I’ll look you up, darlin’. But I do appreciate your help.”

  Her heart lurched in her chest as the fantasy played in her mind of being swept right off her feet by this wonderful-sounding stranger. Life was so unfair. That bitch Lily didn’t deserve him at all.

  * * * *

  That night after supper, Lily made her excuses, truthfully claiming that she was tired and ready to turn in. The girls teased her, evidently guessing exactly why she was “turning in” early but bid her good night.

  She got ready for bed and turned out the light then dialed Del’s number. She wanted him to know she’d be just as likely to call him as she was to call Clay tonight.

  “Hello, beautiful. Lock the bedroom door before you get in bed. I don’t want you disturbed while we’re busy.”

  Lily’s pussy quivered at his authoritative tone. “Done,” she murmured as she pulled back the covers.

  “Now take off your nightgown.”

  Lily dutifully removed it, unsurprised at the gush of wetness welling from her cunt as she laid it at the end of the king-size bed. Her body already knew who its masters were.

  “Done.”

  “Did you find the toy I snuck in your bag?” Clay asked.

  Pussy clenching with anticipation, Lily responded, “Yes, this morning when I was getting ready for work. I can’t believe you put that there.”

  “Got it just for you, baby,” Clay said with a quiet laugh. “Go get it.”

  She scampered to her overnight bag and pulled the silky-soft silicone vibrator out of the pocket he’d hidden it in. She’d been wet all day wondering if they had plans for her to use it tonight.

  “Got it,” she said as she returned to the side of the bed.

  Del ordered, �
�Kneel on the edge of the bed.”

  “Kneel?”

  “Yes,” he affirmed in a voice that had grown gravelly and deep. “Put the phone on speaker with the volume turned down so you can be hands-free but no one else will hear us.”

  “Done.”

  “Shoulders down on the bed, position the phone so it’s close.”

  “Shoulders…”

  “Down. I want you open for us.”

  Lily bit her lip and moaned quietly when her pussy clenched with excitement. Imagining them both standing behind her, she obeyed and put her shoulders and cheek on the mattress. The cool air kissed her bottom, and she gasped as her swollen lips parted and more cream leaked from her cunt for them.

  “Are you ready for us?” Clay asked in a husky, aroused voice.

  “Oh, yes,” she whispered, her cunt pulsing with need and lust as she thought of them fucking her.

  “Take your new toy in hand,” Clay said. “Don’t turn it on yet. I want you to slide it all around in your pussy juices. Get it wet and creamy for me.”

  Lily hissed as she reached between her legs and stroked her labia with the vibrator. It was soon sopping wet. The silicone nubs teased deliciously over her clit, and she couldn’t help the faint groan that fell from her lips.

  “That’s enough. You don’t get to come yet. Now take the vibrator and lick it. Lick all your cream off of it.”

  Lily did as he asked, getting a thorough taste of her own pussy from the vibrator. When she’d licked it clean she said, “Done.”

  Del’s voice was deep, almost hypnotic. “Lily I want you to close your eyes and imagine we’re in a fairy-tale forest. In the middle of the forest is a huge bed made from the trunks of trees. The canopy is their leafy branches. White gauze hangs in drifts like curtains, blowing in the breeze and the edges of the curtains tickle your skin when they brush over you.

  “You’ve been promised to two princes in a neighboring kingdom by your family. But the princes won’t accept you unless they first take you. It’s their way. You’re a widow, not a virgin, so you don’t fear that they’ll harm you, merely that there are two of them. You’ve been prepared and tied to this bed, in the very position you’re in now. Your hands and knees are bound, spread open wide for them, and you’re blindfolded. You’ve heard they are worthy men and you trust your family. But still…you’ve never set eyes on them.”

  “Oh,” she moaned, her voice sounding plaintive as more moisture leaked from her pussy and ran down her inner thigh.

  “You hear the pounding of approaching horse hooves and your heart is filled with a combination of fear, lust, and excitement. You hear their quiet approach and every nerve ending in your body is on fire.”

  “Oh, yes,” she whispered, imagining Del and Clay as they came to her.

  “You jump when you feel a gentle hand slide from your lower back upward in a slow caress. The hand slides back down to grip your ass cheek and lips close to your ear whisper, ‘Are you afraid of me?’”

  “No, I’m not afraid,” she murmured as she grew antsy for them.

  “You please them with your response and listen as they remove their garments. Imagining what they look like.”

  Of course, in her mind the princes could only be Del and Clay. She could almost feel their eyes on her, gazing at her open sex, waiting, longing for them.

  “One of them removes the bindings at your wrists and murmurs to you, ‘Leave your hands here and we’ll leave them untied.’ You nod and can’t help but arch your back when his touch lingers there before sliding down to your cunt, stroking your soaking-wet little pussy.”

  Clay said, “Turn on the vibrator, Lily.” She did as he asked. “Stroke your wet little cunt for me, back and forth, including your clit.”

  Lily panted when the vibrating toy made contact with her slick labia and she did as he asked, stroking all over until she had to stifle a moan when her cunt began to pulse.

  “That’s enough. No coming yet,” Del stated firmly but gently. “They stroke your legs, your ass, and your back, petting you as though you’re a cat. They caress your breasts and squeeze them as though they were rare fruit they have to be careful with, and they play with your needy little pussy, teasing your clit until you’re ready to explode in orgasm. Then you feel the blunt head of one of them at your opening. The other prince whispers in your ear. ‘Ready?’ You nod in agreement.”

  “Lily, place the head of the vibrator at your opening and pump in just a tiny bit.” She did as Clay asked, and her pussy clenched in small spasms as the head gained purchase and slid in just a bit. In her mind’s eye she saw Del doing as he described while Clay looked on with lustful enjoyment in his eyes.

  “No coming,” Del reminded. “Not yet.”

  She nodded and then smiled, realizing he couldn’t see her nod. “No, not yet.”

  “You feel hands grip your hips, the fingertips stroking your abdomen and upper thighs, and a moment later he begins to inch his cock inside your tight pussy.”

  She did as he directed and inched the wonderfully vibrating toy into her swollen pussy and groaned out load. “Oh, yes.”

  “He’s careful as he fills your snug little cunt with his big cock. The other prince slides beneath you and takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks on it and plays with your slippery, swollen clit as his brother pulls his cock from your body and plunges in to the hilt.”

  Orgasmic pulses echoed in her core as she followed suit, her body burning to feel him filling her to the root and fucking her until she couldn’t move.

  “The prince thinks you’re an angel and loves your cunt. He thinks it’s the softest, silkiest thing he’s ever felt in his entire life as he slides in again. He can’t help himself and he loses control. He finds his release and fills your pussy with his cum then carefully withdraws.”

  Regretfully, Lily pulled the vibrator from her pussy, her body craving and clenching, wanting release. She wanted to come badly but wanted to play along with them even more.

  “The other prince takes up the place behind you and whispers, ‘Ready for me? I’ll be careful with you, I promise.’ You nod enthusiastically and he eases his shaft into your dripping cunt. Because you need to come desperately, you beg him to fuck you harder. Your pussy feels like it’s on fire as he pounds into you over and over again.”

  Lily’s pussy grew tighter and more swollen with each firm thrust as she held on, waiting for the right moment, ready to beg to come. She listened to his words as she thrust the vibrator into her cunt over and over. She didn’t know how she held the orgasm back, tipping over the precipice

  “The prince slows his fucking and whispers to you, ‘Come, my wife.’ You—”

  His wife. She gasped and clenched her jaw to keep from screaming as the orgasmic pulses gripped her and crashed over her. She thrust the toy over and over until it fell from her hand and she collapsed limply on the bed, her ass still up in the air. Her breath came in heaving gulps as she recovered.

  “Baby? You there?”

  Lily pushed herself up and groaned as she rolled in the bed. She reached down and grabbed the still vibrating toy where it had landed on the floor and switched it off then patted the sheets, searching for the phone.

  She let out a long, happy sigh as she found it, turned off the speaker and put it to her ear. “Okay, I think the princes can have me.” She could hear both men chuckling in the background. “They won me over, calling me their wife.”

  She wanted to kick herself the moment the indiscriminate words were out of her mouth, but Clay didn’t give her a chance to say anything else. “I wondered if that would do it for you.” His tone was loving and playful, so she refrained from apologizing or clarifying. ’Nuff said.

  Feeling like a limp noodle, Lily retrieved her nightgown and slipped it on. “Thank you. I wish you were here because I’d cuddle up with you, but then Maya wouldn’t have a place to sleep.” She giggled at her own dazed humor and wrapped her arm around a pillow and pulled it to her snugly
.

  “You sound so sexy when you’re sleepy,” Clay stated quietly. “I wish we were there, too.”

  “It wouldn’t be so one-sided, either,” she replied then yawned. She wished she had the energy to talk them through another fantasy, but her mind was already drifting in drowsy bliss.

  Del said, “You need your rest. We’ll call you when we leave the lodge. All the meat is already at the processors here so it won’t take as long to get home hauling a trailer or dealing with the pigs.”

  “I’m looking forward to the roast. I’ve heard roast feral pig is divine.”

  “It was last year. Get some rest, baby,” Clay said. “I love you.”

  “Love you, Lily Bell. Be ready to leave when we get there.”

  Lily giggled at his seriously sexy tone. “I will. I love you, too, both of you. Sweet dreams.”

  After ending the call, Lily rose from the bed, unlocked the door and slipped into the bathroom down the hall to clean up the toy. She returned to the bedroom, thankful she wasn’t visible from the living room where it sounded like all the girls were watching a movie.

  * * * *

  Infuriated, JT had to resist the urge to call that ignorant bitch Tabitha Lester back and ask her where she lived so he could thank her personally for sending him on this wild-goose chase. He knew right where he’d start, too.

  It was obvious Lily wasn’t home, even though her car was there. All the lights were off in the house, and no other vehicles were parked in the driveway. He never should’ve trusted that dumb bitch. He’d made a four-hour trip for nothing.

  He ducked into the shadows under the window when the porch light next door came on and someone stepped out the front door. He waited until they went back inside and then strode back to his work truck, keeping to the shadows. If she didn’t cooperate, he was going to have to get serious. He’d never had a problem with Lily’s old man, but that didn’t mean a damned thing when seventy-five thousand dollars and a life insurance policy were on the line.

  Chapter Twenty-Six