The Divine Creek Ranch Collection, Volume 1 [Book 1 - Divine Grace, Book 2 - Her Gentle Giant, Book 3 - Heavenly Angel] (Siren Everlasting Collection)

by Heather Rainier

  He spread more of her secretions to that spot. Each time his finger slid across that opening, her belly clenched. It was driving her wild, and she would not have thought it would feel as good as it did. She knew she wanted them to take her anally at some point. She’d thought of it as a gift for them, something they would enjoy, but not anything she would find all that thrilling. The tight arousal that now raged within her at the thought of one of their cocks thrusting into her ass was wild, dark, and thrilling. She no longer wanted it just for them. She wanted it for herself as well.

  She smiled at him and held her knees, giving him access to it. His finger and the area around her ass were now drenched from his teasing. She felt his index finger pressing gently, but persistently, at her asshole. She clenched involuntarily at the intrusion. He circled slowly, pressing down steadily, and the muscles begin to give in to him, just a little. She felt a mixture of slight pain and naughty pleasure as just the tip of his finger popped into her tight hole. She moaned and felt the distant stirrings of an orgasm within the pit of her belly.

  She didn’t object to the intrusion, so Jack explained, “Darlin’, you’re very tight here. If we ever took your ass, we would prepare you first. If you could relax and trust us, you’d love it, too.”

  The look of barely bridled lust in his eyes made her bold. “I trust you, Jack. I trust you all. Someday soon, I’ll let you take my ass. But right now, I want your mouth on my pussy. I need to come, Jack. Please?”

  “Your wish is my command, darlin’.” He withdrew, shifted his weight, and once more delved into her folds with the fingers of his other hand, followed by his hot tongue. Her head fell back at the hot sensation as his tongue flicked into her cunt. She longed for his tongue or his fingers to touch her clit, to stroke it. Shifting again, he lowered her knees away from her chest and planted her feet wide on either side of his shoulders as he lay between her legs. He looked as though he were getting comfortable, like he was planning to stay a while. A shiver of delight shot up her spine at the thought.

  His tongue slid up, straight over her clit, making her jump a little, before swirling around it in a circle and then sliding into her opening again. He licked her inner thigh and chuckled as she wiggled to get him to bring that talented tongue back to her clit, and she moaned happily when he returned. His lapping became more purposeful. The thrusting of his tongue caused her hips to flex into his movements as if it were his cock inside her.

  Ethan and Adam leaned down to her, stroked her breasts, and kissed and suckled until she thought she might explode. One hand gripped the cloth of Adam’s shirt, and the fingers of her other hand curled into Ethan’s silky hair.

  Grace felt his thick finger enter her tight, dripping wet pussy and slide in and out slowly. He painstakingly teased her to the very edge before he slid two fingers inside her, palm up. She felt the slight burning as just those two fingers stretched her inner walls. He moved his fingers back and forth in a strumming motion and she felt a strange, but pleasant pressure begin to build. This didn’t radiate so much from her clit as it had with Adam and Ethan. This was different, with a whole new level of wild intensity. His playing of her body never wavered or hesitated. She moaned and gasped with every breath as the sensation of pressure and impending explosion loomed over her.

  “He’s found your sweet spot, Gracie,” Ethan said. “Jack is going to make you come like you never have, ever before. Feel his love, all of our love for you.” He entwined his fingers with hers while Adam held her other hand, stroking her thigh. The tension in her body increased to an unbearable tightness, and still the wave rolled up higher and higher.

  “You’re so tight on my fingers, baby. So tight and hot. You’re almost there.”

  Her body vibrated with the tension, and her moan gradually built to a howl.

  “Yes, Grace, you’ve waited so long. Come for me, come for me, little darlin’,” he urged.

  Like a rubber band breaking after being stretched too taut, her body found sweet release and came in a rolling wave. Her screaming, gasping cries filled the room, and his fingers continued to stroke her as she came in a great warm gush. His tongue lapped at her sweet release that flowed from her. With each pulse of her orgasm, her hips flexed against him. Her body shook and trembled in their hands, her hair plastered to her forehead. Her lips were still parted as she tried to catch her breath, shuddering on an aftershock when Jack’s tongue licked her one last time and he withdrew his fingers.

  She had no idea, the lengths a man like Jack would go to please her when she met him two years before. Two years she wasted being faithful to that asshole Owen. Two years she could’ve been loving a real man. Real men. Now she was his. Theirs.

  * * * *

  Jack could feel tension building in her body again. He felt her shaking and glanced up at Adam and Ethan in concern. Their lips were on her forehead and cheek, soothing her. Great sobbing cries broke loose from her in heaving waves. He lifted carefully from his position between her legs, gently closing them, and placed a soothing hand on her silky abdomen, feeling the depth of her sobs as they broke from her. It wracked him with pain to see her cry so hard, and he began to wonder if he’d injured her in some way. The sobs came from somewhere very deep within her and showed no sign of letting up.

  Ethan made eye contact with Jack in the soft candlelight of the room and smiled knowingly at him. He lifted a hand and gestured silently for Jack to come up and lay beside her as he carefully moved away from her and went around to Adam’s side of the bed and sat down, stroking her leg. As Jack lay down with her, she reached for him, and Ethan gently pushed her hip so she could turn to face him and be cuddled in his arms, her sobs softened somewhat but continued. Jack stroked Grace’s curving hip, down her thigh, and comforted her. She melted into his embrace, and he allowed her to cry as long as she needed without being interrupted or shushed. His only regret was that it had taken him two years to come to this moment.

  After a few minutes, her sobs decreased and finally subsided. All the tension in her body abandoned her and left her limp and calm in his arms. He tilted her chin up to study her face and see for himself that she was all right. She made silent eye contact with him and her face showed nothing but relaxed serenity. Her eyelids were drooping sleepily.

  “Tell me you’re okay,” Jack whispered.

  “I didn’t know that it was possible to feel that level of ecstasy until it hit me. I had no idea, and I feel completely undone by it. I love you, all of you, so deeply it hurts. I guess everything I’ve been holding inside all these years broke loose with it.” Her breath hitched a little. Her eyes slid closed briefly before she struggled to open them again, trying to stay awake.

  “Gracie, you need to sleep, sweetheart. Would you like us to stay while you fall asleep?” Ethan continued to stroke her hip.

  “Mmm, please stay and keep me warm. Extra keys on the shelf by the front door. For y’all to keep,” she murmured, her eyes sliding closed.

  Ethan, Adam, and Jack arranged themselves around her, cocooning her with their warm bodies, stroking whatever part of her was within reach. Jack thought she’d drifted off when she whispered with a hitching breath, “I’ll love y’all forever.” Wherever they were situated around her, they kissed whatever part of her was easiest to reach.

  “I love you, too, darlin’.” Jack whispered.

  “Baby, I love you, too.” Adam snuggled closer to her back.

  “Love you, too, Gracie.” Ethan nuzzled the inner curve of her hip with his lips.

  They stayed that way for a while to make sure she’d fallen deeply asleep. Ethan rose first. He gently slid the top sheet and comforter out from under her calves and covered her. Jack and Adam slowly climbed from the bed and tucked the comforter around her so she wouldn’t be cold. Ethan blew out the candles, gradually darkening the room. Pale moonlight filtered through the blinds on her windows, and they stopped to gaze down on her one last time, the moonlight glinting platinum against the earrings that were still in
her ears.

  “Do you think we should remove the jewelry?” Adam asked.

  “Let’s take off the earrings and bracelet,” Ethan said, “so they don’t come off in the bed, but leave the necklace where it is. We’d have to disturb her too much to find the clasp, and I have a feeling she’d like to wake up in it, just this once. She’ll remember how it got there.”

  They nodded, smiling in agreement.

  Jack found a notepad and left a note for her by the coffee pot where he knew she would find it. Ethan found three house keys lined up on the shelf near the front door. She’d had one made for each of them. Jack locked the front door behind them.

  As Adam drove home, Jack studied the clock in the dash. Four fifteen. Time flew fast with Grace. He hoped she’d sleep in that morning. He doubted he’d sleep at all. The deep, aching pain was heavy in his testicles, and he knew he’d replay the events of the evening over and over in his mind if he lay down. The sound of her orgasmic screams echoed in his mind.

  “I think I know why she cried,” Adam murmured from the driver’s seat.

  “Why?” Ethan asked in a muffled tone from the back. Jack knew Ethan knew the reason. He seemed to be able to read Grace’s thoughts sometimes.

  “You touched her soul tonight, Jack,” Adam replied.

  “We touched her soul tonight—all of us—in a different way,” Jack said. She would want them to know that they all had.

  “I think we’ve only scratched the surface with Grace. She is incredible.” Adam’s voice sounded like it hurt to speak.

  Jack never did sleep that night. Thoughts of her kept him awake, wishing with all his heart she were curled up, warm and cuddly, cradled in his arms. It somehow seemed wrong to leave her home alone. He could still feel the smooth satin of her skin against his fingertips and the silky texture of her hair as he ran his fingers through it. The worst torture, though, was the clear, sharp memory of the lush, wet, silky feel of her pussy under his mouth. The memory of her trusting welcome as she opened that hidden part of her body to his touch had him aching for the feel of her hands on his body, her delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft. He’d masturbated in the shower, but the relief was short-lived, like he knew it would be. He felt like a horny teenager, unable to control his body’s responses.

  The irony of wishing she were in his bed, and not having her, in light of the fact that Patricia lived on their ranch, was not lost on him.

  * * * *

  Looking at caller ID, she answered Charity’s call, wondering what she would ask her first.

  “Are you hung over?” Charity was obnoxious, but Grace sure did love her sister.

  “Good mornin’ to you, too, sister.”

  “Did you get laid?”

  “I hope the kids are not within earshot of this conversation.”

  “No, they’re at Grandma’s house. Justin surprised me last night with a kid-less house, a candlelight dinner, and then a moonlit ride on his Harley. I got laid. Did you?”

  “Not very subtle, are you?” Grace said, grinning at her sister’s audacity.

  “Did. You. Get. Any. Dammit?” Charity laughed.

  “No,” she responded simply. She decided to make Charity work for it.

  “Were you a good girl?” She sounded disgusted.

  “I never said that.”

  “See any cocks? Have a new frame of reference? Shall I call Guinness?”

  “No, but I had three amazing orgasms, two of them screaming orgasms, and one of them in a semi-public place.”

  There was dead silence on the other end for a few seconds, then a dark chuckle. “You are coming over for supper tonight. You cannot say no, and I’ll even buy a bottle of that sangria you like. I need details, you naughty girl!”

  “I have to work from two to five today, and I hoped to see my men.”

  “Your men, huh? Absence makes the heart grow fonder, remember? They’ll miss you and be so happy to see you the next time. You should thank me. Justin is cooking, and the kids will be at Kathleen’s until tomorrow. We can talk to our hearts’ content, and you can tell me all about your evening.”

  “All right.” She giggled. The truth was she really wanted to tell Charity all about it. She needed to confide in her sister. She knew her men wouldn’t mind. “I’ll be over after work, around six o’clock, but I can’t stay late, okay? I have to work in the morning.” She hung up

  The low rumble of thunder in the distance made her smile. She laid her phone aside and stretched luxuriously, savoring the sound of the rain. She turned over to get comfortable and snuggled down to listen to the rain for a few minutes. When she turned, she felt the gold rings of her necklace shift and slide over her bare chest.

  Her hand reached out to lie across the gold rings. Her body blushed at all the incredibly erotic images that came to mind. She thought of their mouths and hands and how all of them had taken their sweet time bringing her to orgasm.

  She cried after Jack had given her that intense climax. The tears seemed to wash over her and erase all the hurt and mistakes she made. Her attitude was different now toward the last seven years. That experience brought her to the place she was in now, loved by three wonderful men.

  She sat up and stretched her arms overhead. Her skin still felt warm and tender from being cocooned in the comforter. Her men must have tucked her in last night so she wouldn’t wake up missing their warmth. She ran her hands over her arms and down her sides. Her skin still felt silky from the massage oils they used at Madeleine’s. She slid her fingertips over her derriere, around her hips, and down her thighs. She felt different, changed. Well loved. Thinking back over the previous night, she doubted there was a single inch of her skin they hadn’t explored. That thought sent ecstatic shivers down her spine, and her heart ached a little to be with them again. Her clit throbbed in happy agreement. She removed the necklace and padded naked to the bathroom. She’d never been one to prance about in the buff, even when she was alone. But she felt so good, and, truth be told, so sexy, she wanted to leave all the drapes and blinds closed and walk around naked all day.

  She went into the kitchen to start her coffee pot. Her heart thrilled like a lovesick teenager’s when she found Jack’s note.

  Darlin’,

  I hope you slept well. Wish I could be there with you so we could wake up together. You were beautiful last night. You’ve made us your slaves, eager to do your bidding. We’ll call you later to see how you are.

  Love, Jack

  She smiled, reading his note twice. She closed her eyes, remembering the sound of his voice, the feel of his lips all over her body. The throbbing in her nether regions increased, and she shook her head and smiled. The effect that man, those men, had on her body. They didn’t even have to be in the vicinity to turn her on.

  After her shower, she dressed for work, casual on Sundays, in a nice pair of jeans, her sandals, and a dressy knit top that she felt pretty in. She finished drying her hair and pinned it up loosely with a hair clip, leaving a few tendrils around her neck and at her temples. She hardly ever fussed with her hair, but took the time this morning.

  She looked at herself and felt beautiful. Sexy. Then it dawned on her. She no longer felt like hiding those things about herself. It was okay to show who she really was on the inside. She found her features to be only average in appearance, but the way she felt on the inside showed in her eyes and her glowing cheeks. It was a powerful feeling.

  While she looked in her kitchen cabinet trying to figure out what to have for an early lunch, her phone rang again. She looked at caller ID, and her insides quivered in delight.

  “Hello, darlin’.” That sexy, deep Texan twang had her wet in a split second.

  “Hi, Jack. How are you?”

  He chuckled. “Needy. Did you sleep well?”

  “I did. Like a baby, then I woke up to the rain this morning.”

  “How do you feel this morning? Worn out?” he asked.

  “No, I feel wonderful.” She drew out the last
word, and she smiled when she heard him groan on the other end.

  “What do you have planned today?”

  “I’m scheduled to work the two to five shift at Stigall’s, then I’m going to Charity’s for supper.”

  “She dyin’ for details?” he asked with a chuckle.

  “You know her well,” she replied, laughing.

  “It’s only eleven o’clock. Since we can’t have supper with you, would you like to have lunch with us before you go in?”

  “I’d love that. I was just wondering what to fix myself to eat.”

  “We’ll pick you up in twenty minutes. Does that leave you enough time?”

  “Yes, I’m ready for work now.”

  “See you in twenty minutes. I love you, darlin’.”

  “I love you, too, Jack.”

  She tidied up and went out on the porch to water her plants and wait for her men to arrive. She had just put the hose away when Owen’s truck pulled up to the curb and he honked at her.

  Chapter Fifteen

  That set her teeth on edge. He did it to summon her to the vehicle like he had done a hundred times before. Only she was no longer at his beck and call.

  He looked pissed off she didn’t come when he honked. Dave sat in the passenger seat with the good sense to look embarrassed. Owen climbed out of the truck, slammed the door, and walked up to the porch. He looked like he hadn’t bathed in a while, and his clothes appeared to have been slept in. The front door stood open behind her, so she knew she could retreat in time if she needed to.

  “Why are you here?”

  “I’m here for my stuff.”

  Grace sighed and looked over at Dave. He shrugged, holding up his hands helplessly. This could to get ugly. She glanced at her watch. They’d pull up any second.

  “Owen, I bagged up all your stuff, and we put it in the bed of your truck. Do you not remember anything?” Seven years of her life, spent with this moron.