The Divine Creek Ranch Collection Volume 4

by Heather Rainier

  “Makes sense. So is that what you’re in the market for, now that you’ve settled in Divine?”

  Jayne felt the warmth rise in her cheeks again as he gazed at her. “Um, no. I don’t think I can…” I don’t think I can physically handle two or more men. One would be more than I ever dreamed possible, after the last ten years. Her heart pounded as a vision of being surrounded by men who adored her flashed into her mind. If her luck changed for the worse again, the thought of breaking one man’s heart was almost more than she could bear. Shattering the lives of more than one man was unconscionable. Besides that, at some point, most men wanted to have kids so they could pass on their family name. That had certainly been the case with her ex-fiancé Mike.

  “You don’t think you can…what?”

  Jayne blinked and looked up at him again. “I’ve had some health issues that might make it hard for me to handle a ménage. I know that sounds weird. There’s nothing wrong with me now. I’m just not sure I could…keep up.” She couldn’t even look in his eyes as the words came out of her mouth.

  “Oh.”

  Oh boy. Here come the questions and the pitying look. He’ll ask what’s wrong, see that I’m a poor risk and then it’ll be bye-bye Mister Carter. She hadn’t intended to say anything and had wanted to dwell in the fantasy a bit longer before the hard truth came out. I could get sick again…and die. She braced herself and raised her eyes back to his. Get it over with.

  He was smiling at her, and the warmth of his palm on her hand as he squeezed it reassured her. “I don’t know a man alive that I’d trust enough to share with. I have good, close friends all over the world, but none that good.”

  A little seed of hope cracked open and germinated inside her when he didn’t ask questions about what had happened to her. Maybe he wouldn’t care? Maybe he’s the one?

  “Are you ready to head over to The Dancing Pony?”

  She nodded, and the hope grew inside her as he stood and assisted her to stand. Seth helped her fold their blanket as other members of their group gathered blankets and chairs and prepared to go home or over to the nightclub.

  Seth led her back to the Harley by the hand he still held and gave her the helmet. He placed his hand on her hair, at the base of her neck and said, “Could I do something for you, if you don’t mind?”

  “What?’

  “Indulge me?” he asked as he leaned forward and smiled at her.

  “Um…okay.”

  He stroked one hand down the length of her hair. “Let me braid it for you?” He lifted the solid length of her hair and slid it through his grasp, and every nerve ending in her body fired to life at the light tugging sensation. Oh, do that again and I may come! The writer inside her made note of the sensation and reminded herself to add a light hair-pulling scene in her next story. She’d never thought something so simple could be so erotic. Her breath shuddered from her and her cheeks flushed hotly when Seth met her eyes questioningly. Sexy hair-pulling hunk needs an answer, babe!

  “S–Sure.” He smiled at her and ran the length of her hair through his hand once more, smoothing it out, before he repeated the motion again, running his fingers gently through it to separate any tangles before he started dividing it into sections.

  “Hey, Jayne,” Grace said as she walked over to them. “Are you coming to The Dancing Pony?”

  Wild horses couldn’t keep me away, cousin. “Yes, Seth is taking me over there in just a minute.”

  “Good. I’ll see you over there. Ride safe.” Grace glanced at what Seth was doing and looked like she wanted to say more, which Jayne was sure she would the moment she and Grace were alone later. She made her way over to where Jack waited to help her into her blue Escalade.

  The sensation of Seth lightly tugging at her hair drew her attention back to him as he braided her long hair for the journey over to the nightclub. He ran his hand repeatedly over each section and softly murmured, “Your hair is like silk.” A light tremor rippled through her as his action pulled lightly at her scalp. The sensation travelled all over her body, and a deep ache started in her center at the husky timbre in his voice.

  “Thank you, Seth.” She heard him open one of his saddlebags and then heard the snap of a rubber band as he tied off the end of her braid. She was almost sad that he was done so quickly but was distracted when she heard what sounded like a soft kiss before he dropped the braid down her back. She glanced back and caught his mischievous smile. Did he kiss my hair?

  Seth was different. The hope grew inside her that maybe her prognosis wouldn’t matter to him. Hope even grew that maybe the worst-case scenario for her health didn’t have to hang over her head. The doctors had told her that it was entirely possible that she might have Hodgkin’s beat, this time for good. She’d been through so much in the last ten years that she hadn’t dared trust that they could be right. But now, looking up into his shadowed face, she wanted to believe.

  He helped her with the helmet and climbed onto the bike. After putting his helmet on, he started the engine. The sound and vibration rumbled through her entire body, intensifying the growing ache between her legs. She scooted forward after he was situated and bit her lip as he caressed her lower thighs and knees, drawing them closer to him. Every muscle from her waist down vibrated and tightened at the touch of his capable hands. How would it feel to have those sensual hands all over my body?

  She drew so close she could feel his body heat everywhere they touched. She wrapped her arms around his middle and pressed her breasts against his back as she gloried in the feel of his taut abdominal muscles beneath her fingertips. An almost orgasmic thrill rippled through her as they rolled out into the darkness. More wetness pooled in her panties as she felt the subtle shift of his shoulders and back as though he was rubbing against her. Her nipples went so hard she was certain he was able to feel them.

  She had the whole ride back to town in front of her, so she gave herself over to the fantasy of being with him. Briefly, he pressed his warm palm on her overlapped hands. Was he telling her to hold on tight? Was he telling her he liked her hands where they were? His back muscles rippled against her once more and she bit her lip again. Maybe the attraction she felt for him could become more than just fantasy.

  * * * *

  Emma Rivers giggled breathlessly as she followed Duke and Gage to The Dancing Pony dance floor. Because they’d had so much fun with it, the bucket list had grown until they were always in the habit of looking for new things to add to it. Duke had bought the DVD of Footloose, and she’d instantly latched on to the idea of learning to line dance.

  She’d come a long way with her dance skills since marrying Duke and bonding with Gage, but she’d learned the dance at home with her guys where it was less embarrassing to make mistakes. She’d only made Gage fall down one time while practicing.

  Her men had groaned and bellyached because all of their bucket list adventures had to be done together. But they’d indulged her and practiced the line dance with her at home so that she wouldn’t make a total ass of herself. Their downstairs neighbor had not been amused by all the thumping on her ceiling.

  Ethan had taken her request for “Fake I.D.” by Big & Rich with a laugh and had passed it on to Dave the DJ. Now the intro was playing and people were jumping up to join the line-dancing throng. She was relieved when she saw Charity and Justin Connors, Lydia Carlisle, and Lily Cook all rise from their chairs and join because the first time she’d seen this dance, they’d been the ones she’d watched.

  As she made her way to the dance floor, Gage slid in behind her and said, “Purple alligator.” She froze, and he bumped into her back, and Duke ran into him.

  “What’s the holdup?” Duke asked as he looked around Gage at her.

  Her mouth popped open in shock. “He just ‘purple alligatored’ me!” Realizing she was speaking rather loudly, she put her hand over her mouth. The people around her probably thought she was crazy.

  Duke grinned knowingly and nodded his head as he high-f
ived his adopted brother, Gage, whose green eyes sparkled with good humor as he made a gesture with his finger for her to turn and keep going to the dance floor. Duke playfully waggled his eyebrows at her.

  How do they expect me to concentrate on the dance now? They probably planned this since I talked them into line dancing. Now I’m gonna have to dance all flustered and turned on. Wait! Why am I complaining?

  Emma took her place behind Charity and beside Lily and grinned at them as Duke took position behind her and Gage was on her other side. Any way she turned she figured she was covered if she lost her place in the dance.

  She kicked her foot with everyone else, clapped when they did, and then turned on time and caught Gage’s eyes. He grinned as he made an alligator jaw motion with his hands before he turned so she could watch him move his fine tush to the song before she turned again. The turkey was trying to distract her, but she giggled and danced along.

  When she turned so that Duke was in front of her, she had to laugh because he was making the same “purple alligator” gesture at her over his shoulder while he danced. She could barely walk and chew gum at the same time, and she had no idea how he could do that and not miss a step.

  They’ve been practicing on their own, the dorks!

  “Purple alligator” and the accompanying gesture was their code for sex in a public or semipublic place. But what made it even better was that the one who called it also called the shots, so now she was at Gage’s mercy.

  Her core quaked with excitement, nearly throwing off her timing as she turned, and she giggled when Duke winked at her. Wondering where and when and how long she’d have to wait, she counted out the beat as the song came to a close. She clapped her hands, happy that she’d not gone horizontal even once for the whole dance.

  It was true that Gage and Duke took huge risks with these “special” bucket list endeavors. But when Emma became an old lady, she’d be able to look back and say that she’d embraced life and squeezed every bit of excitement out of it.

  But by damned, if the town doctor gets arrested for public lewdness then I get “purple alligator” dibs for a decade!

  They returned to their table, and she sipped her fresh drink while she waited for Gage to make his move. He and Duke seemed to be in cahoots, communicating nonverbally with looks and gestures. Her panties got damper and damper as she sensed their tension building.

  Duke rose from his seat. “Em, I’ll be right back. Stay here with Gage.” He made his way to the men’s restroom.

  She sat there waiting, growing wetter by the minute. Gage slowly slid his fingertips up and down her thigh, barely slipping beneath the hem of her strapless sundress before sliding back down again. As part of “purple alligator,” she couldn’t ask any questions, so they were all rattling in her head. Gage looked at the screen of his cell phone, grinned, and held out his hand as he stood from his chair at the tall table.

  “Ready?”

  “Oh, you have no idea.” She smiled at people she knew as Gage led her across the club just as the lights were dimmed for a slow dance number and en masse people rose from their chairs to go dance to the popular song.

  Well done, Gage!

  With his hand on her lower back, Gage directed her to the women’s restroom. “Go in, slip off your panties, and wait for us.”

  More hot moisture seeped from between her swollen lips as she did what he’d asked, and she barely resisted the urge to slide her fingers through it to relieve the ache a little. About ten seconds later, both of her men slipped inside and locked the door.

  “This is going to be your fastest orgasm on record, Emma,” Gage growled as he grabbed her, pressing her up against the bathroom wall, and kissed her like he was starved for her.

  Her heart pounded as Duke kneeled in front of her and pushed the hem of her dress up until it was tucked in the empire waist. Doing so exposed her bare, soaked pussy to his heavy-lidded gaze.

  Gage pulled the smocked, elasticized bodice of her strapless dress down, and both men latched on to her sensitive girlie parts both above and below her waist at the same time. Her head fell back against the tile wall, and Gage reached up to cradle it for her as he voraciously sucked on her nipples, sending a spear of lust straight to her clit.

  Gage said this would be fast, and they made a believer out of her as arousal skyrocketed inside of her. She’d never thought that her nipples were that sensitive, but they’d proven her wrong in the last few months.

  Duke slid two fingers inside her quivering cunt, and she moaned at how quickly the tempest rose inside her. Duke’s scruffy beard tickled her mound as he licked her clit in a sensual, circular rhythm while playing counterpoint with his fingers inside her, rubbing her G-spot. They were both on her hard and fast, and she felt like her insides were blazing. As if on some unspoken cue, they switched places, Duke’s fingers slipping out to be instantaneously replaced by Gage’s.

  Gage quickly said, “Hold her head so she doesn’t hit it again,” before sucking her rapidly throbbing clit into his hot mouth.

  Duke glanced up at her and gave her his naughty little grin, his gray eyes twinkling and maintaining eye contact as he latched on to her diamond-hard nipples. When she smiled at him, he slid his fingers through her long, dark hair to cradle her head and let go of her nipple long enough to give her a tender kiss. She tasted her own essence on his tongue before he returned his hungry attention to her nipples.

  With his equally talented fingers, Gage got her hips flexing and rocking with his attention to her G-spot as he lapped and teased at her clit. Her cunt drew up, and the turmoil increased inside her as her orgasm crested. She heard a sound and wondered if someone stood outside, wondering why the door was locked. She imagined their ear was pressed to the door and her pussy clenched as she realized they might have a key. If they had a key they could come in…and watch.

  Her entire pelvic region throbbed along with her galloping heartbeat, and she whimpered. “It’s here, it’s here. Don’t stop! Oh! I’m coming!” The tension in every muscle suddenly sprang free, and her cunt pulsed with each rhythmic wave of her climax, and she cried out, not caring if anyone heard her or not.

  Gage not only didn’t stop, he redoubled his efforts, as did Duke until she went limp between them. Dimly she was aware when Gage whispered, “Raise a foot, angel.”

  She did as he asked then realized Gage was helping her with her undies, which she must’ve dropped when they attacked her. He was helping her get dressed again as Duke gave her breasts a few final kisses and then pulled up the bodice of her dress.

  Duke peered into her eyes. “Need a minute?”

  With undoubtedly dazed eyes, Emma nodded her head and smiled. “Yup.”

  Gage chuckled as he rose to his feet, licking his lips like the cat that had gotten into the cream, after fixing the hem of her dress. He kissed her with unhurried tenderness and directed her to one of the stalls. “Take as long as you need. We’ll be waiting by the hall to walk you back.”

  “That’s a good thing because I’m not sure my legs are working. No more line dancing for me tonight.”

  “We’ll order you a soda,” Duke said softly. “You’ll feel bouncy again in no time, which is good because we’re not done with you yet.”

  Bouncy? What am I? Tigger?

  Gage nodded. “That’s right. The panties are coming back off and you get to ride Duke’s cock on the way to the apartment, and then you’re going to go cowgirl again with me while we lie out on the balcony.”

  “So that’s why you got all those potted ferns and other plants!”

  “Until we have a place of our own, it’ll be our little private outdoor bedroom.”

  “But someone might still see.”

  “I know,” Gage growled lustily. Emma bit her lip when she got wet for him all over again. “That’s what I love about ‘purple alligator.’”

  Duke reached for the latch. “We’d better go. We’ve already been in here too long. See you in a minute, Em.”

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bsp; She backed into the stall just as they opened the door and saw Duke wink at her as he pulled the “Temporarily Out of Order” sign from the door. They really had planned “purple alligator” out thoroughly. She was grateful no one was waiting outside the door to come in.

  Not ten seconds later, a couple of women walked in chattering. After catching her breath and taking care of business, Emma ventured from the women’s restroom. She found Duke and Gage chatting with Clay and Del Cook while Lily perched in Del’s lap looking very contented. Emma would’ve thought her men looked nonchalant, except that she’d spotted the telltale ridges of their erections inside their cargo shorts.

  Thank goodness for snug knit boxer shorts!

  She didn’t want any other women eyeing Duke and Gage’s boners but her. Her pussy wept hot moisture in agreement as she remembered Gage’s directive about what she was doing once they left the nightclub.

  Good thing I wore a dress, I guess.

  * * * *

  Jack Warner felt a tap on his leg and leaned toward Grace when she beckoned him closer. “Were they doing what I think they were doing?”

  The four of them had just watched Duke and Gage slip out of the women’s restroom into the shadowed hallway. Duke pulled down the paper sign he’d taped to the restroom door less than five minutes before. Jack thought Duke and Gage looked pretty damned pleased with themselves as they stopped to nonchalantly chat with Clay and Del Cook.

  Jack saw the merry twinkle in Grace’s eyes as she bit her lip, giggled, and gestured for all of her men to lean close so they could hear her. “What do you say we all sneak into Ethan’s office and redecorate it?”

  Ethan laughed. “The four of us in my tiny little office? ‘Wreck it’ would be more like it.”