“Thank you, Rachel. What are y’all gonna do now? You look too good to go home this early.”
“Well, since The Pony is shut down for the wedding, Wes and Evan are going to take Rosemary to a club in Morehead. I’m going to go with them, and I think Hank, Eli, and Rogelio are going to go, too.”
Grace smiled appreciatively as Eli strode toward them across the room. “Mmm, Eli is looking particularly delicious tonight, Rachel. You should see the way he is looking at you right now while your back is turned. Are you sure you’re not interested in dating him? He is really into you.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. “Please, don’t go there, honey. I am way more trouble than that poor guy needs right now. He is so sweet, but I’d probably only make him miserable.” She turned to look his way, based on the direction of Grace’s gaze, growled softly, and turned back to Grace.
“See? There is a very good reason why I tell him no,” she muttered as Grace watched not one, but two very pretty wedding guests approach Eli and begin flirting with him.
“No, I don’t, honey, because it’s still you he’s watching right now,” Grace murmured, hugging Rachel.
“I can’t compete with that, Grace. I’m a realist. I like being his friend,” she muttered unconvincingly.
“Just wait and see. Maybe things will work out. You never know. I just hate to see you miss an opportunity like that. I have a feeling you may regret not taking that chance. Jack’s mom always said to live life with no regrets. Have fun tonight,” Grace said, giving her another hug.
She blew Eli a kiss, and he waved back at her, still watching Rachel’s back as she turned and walked away. Grace had a good feeling about those two, despite the way Rachel struggled against the attraction she felt for Eli.
Angel and Teresa came and hugged them, as did Wesley, Evan, and Rosemary. Grace thanked Wesley and Evan again for the beautiful workmanship on her new furniture and turned to Rosemary. “Rosemary, we didn’t have much of a chance to talk tonight, but I know that Wesley and Evan have wanted us all to get together sometime. After we get home from our honeymoon, I’ll call you and we’ll plan on doing that. Maybe you and I could have lunch sometime.”
“I would really like that, Grace.”
Everything was loaded up in the SUV, and the remaining guests prepared to give them their traditional send off. This time the four of them ran out to the SUV together amidst the flying handfuls of birdseed. They would leave in the morning to drive to the airport in San Antonio. They were honeymooning on Grand Cayman Island in the Caribbean. Grace had her heart set on snorkeling and playing with dolphins.
Tonight, they were spending at the ranch house in their own bed, making love until they couldn’t move anymore. The SUV had been decorated by well meaning pranksters, but the interior was safe and sound.
They lost the last of the tin cans about three miles down the road from the mansion. Back at the ranch, they helped her down from the back seat of the SUV and led her up onto the porch. At the door, Jack swept her into his arms, carrying her over the threshold, then up the stairs, followed by Ethan and Adam, not placing her back on her feet until she was at the door to her bedroom. She opened the door and was greeted by the sweet odor of scented candles, lit and burning in votives all over the room. The fireplace was on also.
“Katie came back and lit everything for us,” Jack explained. The air was warm and fragrant, the light softly dancing in at least a hundred flames.
“It’s like a fairy tale, y’all,” she whispered.
“A naughty one, maybe,” Ethan replied, placing the bags on the floor by the door.
“I’d like to take a quick shower, if y’all don’t mind, but I’m going to need help with this wedding gown first. If y’all want, you can join me.”
Jack came up behind her and began to unfasten the buttons. They helped her out of the dress and then hung it in the closet. She turned slowly so they could see her lingerie, loving the admiring, lustful looks in their eyes lit by the dancing flames.
“Darlin’, are those pearls?” Jack asked as he smoothed his hand over the cleft of her ass.
“They sure are. Help me get this corset unlaced and I’ll show it to you.” She turned her back to Ethan, and his long fingers made quick work of the laces at her back. Soon, she was out of the white satin corset, and the garters were unsnapped from her sheer white stockings. She stood before them in only the stockings, her high-heeled sandals, the white pearl G-string, and her bridal jewelry. She had never felt more beautiful or desirable.
“Well, that is a pretty little pearl G-string you have on, isn’t it, baby?” Adam’s voice was husky with desire. His warm hands slid over the satin covered, elastic strings at her hips, pressing her against his big erection.
“My goodness, Adam. You’re so hard and big. Gracious, you all are.” She reached out to stroke them through their clothes. “Do you think you can wait while I clean up a bit, or should you take me right now?”
“Let’s all shower together, and then we can get dirty and shower again later,” Ethan said, offering a compromise, sort of. They all won, either way.
“For right now, I think we need to help Grace out of all this clothing.” Jack kissed her and backing her up against the bed.
She held out a dainty foot, and Ethan removed the high-heeled sandal and then slowly slid the stocking down with great care, kissing her inner thigh as he did. Adam paid her the same loving care and attention on the other foot and leg. Jack continued to kiss her, pressing her up against the side of the bed. She arched her back. His splayed fingers slid down her abdomen, finally finding the waist band to the G-string. She stopped him when he started to push it down and said, “Take a closer look. Pearls aren’t the only special thing about this G-string.” Her voice was soft and shaky with emotion and desire. She didn’t think she’d ever been happier than she was in this moment.
Jack knelt in front of her and gently stroked the white satin over her mound. What looked like a single piece of satin were actually two halves, trimmed in pearls and held together by little satin bows. He looked up at her, hunger and expectation in his eyes, and she smiled and nodded. He pulled gently on the first bow, then the second, as they listened to her quick breathing. He slid one finger inside the panty and then parted it with another.
He grinned and said, “Grace is playing peek-a-boo with us.”
He leaned forward and slid his warm, wet tongue into her slit as she cried out in pleasure. With her elbows propped behind her, she watched him as he slid two fingers slowly into her pussy while pressing his thumb against her sensitive clit. He began stroking her sweet spot.
“I love this little G-string, darlin’. It’s very naughty, but very convenient, too. Can you see Adam, Ethan? I love this sweet little pink pussy. I could feast on it all night, darlin’.” He kissed her abdomen, continuing the slow, torturous strokes, gradually increasing the speed and the intensity. Adam and Ethan helped her up onto the bed as Jack continued to stroke her. They whispered loving words of encouragement to her as her orgasm loomed close. They whispered naughty words to her, too, like only her dirty-talking cowboys could, making her even hotter and wetter.
“Mmm, Grace is sweet as sugar, but she loves it when we talk dirty to her, don’t you, Gracie?” Ethan asked.
“You know I do, Ethan. You make me come every time you do, like on the dance floor tonight.” The memory of what he’d said to her earlier set off that involuntary tightening in her pelvic floor, signaling a fast approaching, deep orgasm.
“What did Ethan talk about doing to you to make you come, baby?” Adam asked as he leaned down and took her nipple in his hot mouth and suckled while he stroked her belly. She whimpered her need, knowing why Ethan brought it to mind as they played with her. It would set her off like a rocket again.
“He told me all about how—Oh! He’ll bend me over the chaise lounge and fuck my pussy from behind. Oh! Then he’ll slide into my ass and fuck my ass as well. He said he might even tie me to it fir
st, if I’ve been bad.” She giggled and then gasped as Jack flicked her clit with his tongue.
“Are you planning on being bad, darlin’?” Jack asked, glancing at Ethan, who was currently teasing her other nipple into quivering submission.
“If being fucked from behind while I’m tied up is my punishment, I may have to be very bad, so bad I might even need to be spanked, isn’t that right, Ethan, honey?” She reached out for him, his lips parting over hers in a deep kiss while he stroked her breast.
“I’d be just as likely to do it if she was good or bad. As long as Gracie is happy and satisfied, who cares?” Ethan said softly. “Let go for Jack, Grace, give him your sweet cream.” Ethan’s soft voice in her ear as he nuzzled her, combined with Adam’s suckling and the deft strokes Jack delivered to her sweet spot, created an intense storm inside her.
Ethan whispered, “Give it to him, Grace. Come for Jack,” and her eyes flew open, and the tension snapped like a rubber band stretched too tight. She screamed as a raging fire exploded through her body, and her orgasm gushed from her over his hand. She rode each pulse in their arms, shuddering and shaky. Jack slowly withdrew his fingers and licked the sweet cream from them, then gently licked her pussy, sending aftershocks though her body when he touched her clit with his tongue. A sigh of pure, unadulterated delight slipped from her tingling lips.
“Feeling good, baby?” Adam asked, kissing her.
“I’ve never been this happy,” she murmured, nuzzling Adam’s cheek.
Jack looked up at her, a haze of desire and male satisfaction written in his eyes and on his face. “The evening’s not over yet, darlin’. Now how about that shower?” He held out his hand to her. Adam and Ethan growled in agreement. She smiled, thinking it just couldn’t get better than this, being with her men. Then it did.
Epilogue
Three Years Later
Adam entered the bathroom to find Grace already standing in the tub. He helped her rinse the bubbles from her skin, squeezing the water from the washcloth over her shoulder and enjoying the sight as it splashed over her now fuller, lovely pink-tipped breasts. She was just over-the-top gorgeous to him.
“How was your soak? Are you feeling a little more relaxed?” He gently lifted her from the tub and set her on the bath mat. He wrapped the towel around her and patted her dry.
“I think the nap and bubble bath were just what I needed to help me unwind. Tomorrow I go for my six weeks follow-up. You know what that means, right?” She pressed up against him. He leaned down and kissed her. The banked passion inside him raged forth, and he hardened quickly. He cupped the back of her head in his hand and slid the other down her spine before gently squeezing her ass.
“If Dr.Guthrie says it’s all right, that is.” He’d missed her sweet body something fierce these last few months. From the beginning of the ninth month she’d been too uncomfortable to enjoy making love. She’d needed to be held and comforted more than she needed sex. Then she’d been off limits for the six weeks since the baby had been born.
All three of them had been there with Grace through her labor with Dr. Guthrie’s approval and stayed right beside her through the delivery. They’d taken the classes and learned to be good coaches for her, helping her to relax and stay focused. Rose Marie Warner was born just as the sun had begun to rise. Grace had looked out on a new rosy day as her baby daughter nursed at her breast for the first time, her proud fathers looking on. Her tiny little rosy lips parted so sweetly, suckling from her mother’s breast was a sight that reduced all three of her tough daddies to tears.
Adam had thought to himself that that was the happiest moment of his life. The thought that there would be even happier moments yet to come made his heart feel like it was being stretched near to bursting.
As he kissed Grace, he felt her relax against him and sighed. Then abruptly, she giggled. He looked down to see she had leaked all over him. She pressed the damp towel against her nipples to stop the let-down reflex. She giggled again. “I guess that’s what I deserve for getting turned on by you. I wouldn’t have minded getting wet, but I definitely didn’t mean like that.”
“I miss those sweet nipples.” He chuckled as he caressed her shoulder and kissed the top of her head.
“Well, after tomorrow, you won’t have to miss them anymore. You can lick, but don’t suck. That’s all I can say, unless you want to see what my milk tastes like, that is.”
“I’ll bet it’s sweet tasting, just like everything else about you.” He slid his long robe on her and turned up the sleeves a bit for her, and she tied it at the waist.
“How is Rose Marie?”
They’ve been taking turns rocking her. She fell asleep on Jack’s chest earlier. We took pictures for you. She’s the sweetest thing, just like her mama.”
“Except when she screams.”
“Seems I recall her mama screaming being one of the sweetest sounds my ears ever heard,” he replied as he slid his arms around her shoulders.
Grace giggled. “Maybe so, but she screams at the first hunger pang. My screams were because I was in absolute ecstasy. Big difference.” She chuckled and slid a hand towel into the front of the robe, pressing against her nipples. “Oh, there I go again. I should probably feed her now. Sorry, your robe is a little damp now.”
They found Ethan and Jack out on the back porch. Ethan held little Rose Marie in his big, muscular arms, crooning to their sweet little baby girl as he leaned against the porch railing. He smiled tenderly at Grace when she padded out barefoot wrapped in Adam’s robe. She peeked at Rose Marie, who was gazing raptly up at one of her handsome daddies, wide awake. Sensing her mother, she squawked hungrily.
Ethan rose from the railing as Grace turned and sat down on the glider. She opened the left side of Adam’s robe, and Ethan laid Rose Marie in her arms. It didn’t bother Adam in the least for her to nurse openly in the privacy of their home. As a matter-of-fact, he felt a sort of primitive male pride in seeing her tending to their baby in such a natural way. Plus, he did love the sight of her fuller breasts these days. There was no denying it. He knew without a doubt that Jack and Ethan shared his feelings.
Adam stood against the porch rail, gazing down on one of his most cherished fantasies coming to life before him—Grace wrapped in his robe as she sat on the glider, one foot tucked under her, the other pushing the glider to rock. Their daughter wrapped in a fuzzy pink blanket against the slight chill in the evening air, little tufts of blonde hair wafting in the evening breeze as she nursed at her mother’s lovely breast. Grace nuzzled her little head with her lips, singing softly to her.
Adam joined her on the glider, putting his arm around Grace’s shoulders, watching as Rose Marie looked up at him, her baby-gray eyes studying him seriously while he watched over them both. He reached out a gentle finger and lightly brushed her cute little nose. His mom swore it was the Davis family nose. Time would tell.
“It couldn’t get any better than this moment, right now,” she whispered, laying her head on Adam’s shoulder and looking up into Jack and Ethan’s adoring eyes.
But it did.
THE END
Divine Creek Ranch 2
Her Gentle Giant, Part 1: No Regrets
Eli Wolf provides security at The Dancing Pony Nightclub in Divine, Texas. He’d like to provide security and a whole lot more for the beautiful and voluptuous Rachel Lopez. Rachel is attracted to this cross between a huge Viking and Indian warrior brave, but knows her jealous nature will keep them from being happy together. Can she compete with the women who flock to him like moths to a flame at the nightclub?
When her apartment burns down, Eli is determined to make her a permanent houseguest. Can she deny the attraction she feels when he’s always made it abundantly clear she’s the only woman he wants? Tragedy strikes, and Eli and Rachel are forced to relive painful memories from their pasts. Eli proves he’s willing to do what it takes to protect and avenge her, and Rachel discovers the inner woman who longs to live life with no re
grets.
Genre: Contemporary, Western/Cowboys
Length: 98,907 words
HER GENTLE GIANT,
PART 1:
NO REGRETS
Divine Creek Ranch 2
HEATHER RAINIER
Copyright © 2010
Chapter One
August…
Rachel Lopez slid her laptop into its carrying case and zipped it closed. The work day was finally over, and she looked forward to a bubble bath, leftovers, and a DVD. She hadn’t accomplished very much on her manuscript at lunchtime and hoped to get a little done before bedtime. She cleared her desk and lifted her purse from the drawer she kept it stashed in. Her head throbbed, and she remembered the other reason she needed a warm bubble bath. Her headache had persisted all day, and she was ready to relax.
“Rachel? There’s someone here to see you.”
Rachel looked up into the grinning, obviously curious face of her coworker, Bernice Williams.
“Who is it? Did they give you a name?” What now? Rachel was just about ready to walk out her office door. It was late Thursday afternoon and she wanted to slip out of her high heels.
Bernice smirked and leaned against the doorjamb. “Eli Wolf ring any bells?” She eyed her perfect manicure before crossing her arms in front of her, adding in her Texan drawl, “He asked for you by name.”
Rachel groaned softly and laid her purse and keys on her desk, trying to ignore the thrill that ran through her body at the mention of his name.
This is not good. This is not good. Stop getting your hopes up. He’ll give up and then you’ll see. It’s not worth the trouble, or the heartache, or the misery—
Her boss, Thorne Grogan, stuck his head in her door, interrupting her mental litany. “Hey, Rachel? You know there’s some big hulking dude out there asking for you?”
“Yes, Mister—Sorry! Thorne. Sorry. I’ll be right there.”
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