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

“How do I look, handsome?” she asked with a naughty grin, giving his chest a light brush with her breasts just for good measure. The sexy rumble that rose from his chest sent a quiver of pure lust straight to her clit.

  “I should pop that delectable fanny of yours for teasing me like that before we go into public,” he growled, squeezing her ass cheek as she giggled unrepentantly. “You look good enough to eat right here in the parking lot, angel.” He softened his words with a gentle nuzzle against her neck that sent delicious shivers all over her body, and her pussy swelled and throbbed in response to his touch.

  “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome man.” She laid her hand over his heart. “I promise I’ll be so good you’ll have to beg me to be bad.”

  “And what if being bad is good as long as you’re with me?”

  Rachel didn’t hold back her sexy chuckle. Her hand slid down over his chest and abdomen to the waist of his leathers as she said, “Honey, you know the old saying, ‘When I’m good, I’m very good. But when I’m bad, I’m even better?’” Her fingertips slid an inch into his waistband, right by his fly. “I’ll be as bad as you want me to be.” Maybe even badder if it means I get extra licks, handsome.

  “Shit. Let’s get inside before I start getting ideas. You’re wicked tonight, woman.” He took her hand and led her to the club’s front entrance.

  “Let’s see what Grace has up her sleeves, or down her stocking, or wherever she hides her bright ideas,” Rachel said, grinning at Eli when he laughed at her comment.

  He pulled open the door for her and held her hand as she stepped in. When Mike and Rogelio looked up and saw them, they got twin reactions. First, there was a deep, squinting scowl of non-recognition of the female with Eli, then bulgy, bug-eyed shock as they realized it was Rachel with Eli. Mike let out a loud wolf whistle that drew everyone’s attention as she sauntered confidently up to Mike, and was eye-to-eye with him and Rogelio. She gave them both big smiles and left red lip prints on their cheeks to match the red and white Santa hats they were both wearing. Rachel wondered who sweet-talked them into wearing them but had a pretty good guess. Grace, no doubt.

  “Dang, girl!” Mike said loudly. “You’re killing me! Wait till your dad sees you! You’re in trouble!”

  “My dad is not—” She was interrupted by the tell-tale distinctive throat clearing noise behind her.

  “Ahem.” It sounded just like her—

  “Dad! What are you doing here?”

  “Hoping to see my lovely daughter. You do look lovely, princess, if a little…different from what your dad’s used to.” Her dad turned to Eli. “Wolf, was this leather outfit your idea? You seem to match tonight,” he said sarcastically as Rachel whapped her dad gently on the arm.

  “Dad, there’s nothing wrong with how I’m dressed. These were all shower gifts. You should be glad I’m not wearing what Mom gave me for a shower gift.” She grinned as her dad squirmed a little.

  “I don’t see any other women dressed head-to-toe in leather, and since when are you so tall? Oh, never mind, you look beautiful.” He kissed her cheek as Charity and Justin walked in, dressed similarly to Rachel and Eli.

  Grace made it up to the front, surprising them with Kelly in tow. Rachel and Eli hugged her and asked where Matthew was. Kelly explained he was with Ethan’s little sister, Erin, at Grace’s overnight.

  Grace had on a beautiful, red velvet corset, edged with sparkling rhinestones at the bust, with a transparent black wrap thrown over her shoulders. She wore it with a black satin pencil skirt, which ended below the knee. Her pretty, pedicured feet were done up in glittering, silver high-heeled sandals.

  Kelly was going for a classic look in a slinky little black dress with shiny, black high heels on her dainty tiny feet. Her hair was styled in whimsical little ringlets all around her face. She looked like a pixie on a hot date. Standing next to Kelly was Elijah, dressed in Wranglers, cowboy boots, and an open-collared white dress shirt.

  Rachel turned to Grace and grinned. “Okay, what’s going on, Grace?”

  Grace smirked. “Come sit down, and we’ll tell you. By the way, you are smokin’ hot in that leather outfit, Rachel!”

  Rachel and Eli followed her to the table they usually sat at. Everybody else was there. Everybody—her parents, Charity and Justin, Kelly, Elijah, Rosemary, Wes and Evan, Kathleen and Ace, Corina and Brice, Ethan, Jack, Adam. Teresa and Angel were there, too.

  Rachel greeted them all, a little surprised, and turned to Grace. Grace said two words she hated to hear—bachelorette party.

  Then she said two more Rachel hated even worse—bachelor party.

  Shit.

  Her old jealous nature reared its ugly head. A strippers and her fiancé in close proximity to each other. She felt a deep crease formed between her brows, and she turned to Eli, looking up at him uncertainly.

  He stroked her back and murmured quietly, “This is a surprise to me, too, baby.”

  Grace touched her hand and said sincerely, “Don’t worry, Rachel. Charity is going with the men as a sort of chaperone. She’ll keep an eye on Eli and run wicked interference with any women who get too friendly. Plus, they’re going to a strip club, not hiring a stripper to come to them. And if he misbehaves, she’ll rat him out faster than she can type WTF.”

  Chapter Forty-Six

  “My thoughts exactly, ‘What the f—’” Rachel zipped her lip, remembering her dad was there.

  Then she realized something. It was great that Charity would be there. Then she’d get all the juicy details later, but if her dad was in attendance, Eli would never—No. That was just it. Eli, her Eli, would never lay a hand on another woman as long as she was alive. Not because she was jealous of other women but because he loved her and wanted only her.

  She relaxed, and looked into Eli’s eyes. “Go have fun, honey.”

  Eli did a double take. “But—what?”

  She murmured to him, “No regrets, remember? I trust you, Eli. Charity will deal with anyone who gets too frisky with you. Break a few twenties so you have one dollar bills for the dancers, but remember,” she whispered sexily, “I dance for love.”

  He slid his palms up and down her waist until her dad cleared his throat, and then he returned from the spell she cast over him.

  “But that’s not all,” Grace said. “Rachel, you’re coming with all the ladies. There are two limousines waiting. The men will go to a gentlemen’s club in Morehead, taking Charity with them as escort. The ladies will be going to a ladies’ club in Morehead, and Adam will be our gentleman escort, keeping us safe and watching over Rachel. We’ll only be a few minutes apart the whole evening. The clubs are that close. Adam and Charity will keep in touch, and we’ll rendezvous back here when we’re ready. How does that sound, Eli?”

  Eli never hesitated. “Go have some fun, angel.” Then he added softly, “I’ll be ready and waiting for my lap dance when we’re alone.”

  She nuzzled his throat, realizing she was going to miss him for the next few hours, but gasped in pleasure and a sudden rush of…delight as his hands grasped the zippers on each side of her skirt and slowly slid the zippers down to the bottom. He made no show of it. Only she was aware of what he was doing as the others prepared to leave.

  Folding the zipper tabs down and locking them in place, he growled, “These stay closed while you are away from me, angel.” Then he kissed the silver pendant hanging from the ring on her collar and looked into her eyes, checking for her reaction.

  She seductively promised, “They’ll stay where they are until you unzip them all the way…if you want to.”

  “Oh, I want to, all right.” He squeezed her ass while her dad wasn’t looking and kissed her hungrily.

  She went to the ladies’ room to fix her lipstick and fluff her hair. Grace came in to do the same. She gestured to heavy silver pendant and said, “May I?” Rachel smiled and nodded. Grace lifted it, read Eli’s name, turned it over, and smiled wickedly. “Nice,” she murmured softly. “It looks good
on the collar, makes it more…meaningful, I think.” She eyed Rachel carefully.

  “Definitely more meaningful. I love it. Thanks again for the collar.”

  “You’re welcome. Eli is waiting to escort you outside. You may not have realized it, but when you came in wearing this hotter-than-hell outfit, you caused quite a stir amongst the male customers. I’m not even sure they’ve recognized you yet. It’s funny, I think I heard Eli growl earlier.” Grace chuckled. “My territorial men aren’t the only ones growling tonight. But check the club when you walk out and you’ll see what I mean. It’s good for a girl’s ego.”

  Rachel grinned. “You look beautiful tonight. Let me guess. Um…Adam bought this outfit for you, head to toe, including the lingerie and shoes. From…June.”

  “That’s a no-brainer. Did you see Adam tonight? He’s very handsome in his suit.”

  “You make a perfect couple in your evening attire. He looks devastatingly delicious,” she added, making Grace laugh. “Speaking of gorgeous, let’s get our fannies out to the limo.”

  She exited the ladies’ room and stopped at the entrance to the back hall. Eli was across the club speaking privately with Adam. Rachel had to laugh. Adam was probably reassuring Eli how many different parts he’d break off of any guy who got frisky with her.

  She smiled and sauntered away from the hallway, trying to ignore the impact she had on the men in the club. Stares followed her, and more than a few men got elbows in their ribs from their dates. Two unfortunate friendly fellows she’d never met approached her before she gotten far.

  “Excuse me, beautiful, would you like to dance?”

  “Pardon me, darlin’, care to dance with me?”

  A third was approaching and about to speak up when she stopped them and smiled at all of them and gestured to Eli, who was striding across the club. “I’m sorry. I’m here with my fiancé.” Caught in Eli’s admiring gaze, she sauntered through the crowd to him.

  “Hey, beautiful. Ready to go?”

  “Ready as I’ll ever be,” she said dryly. What was she supposed to do at a ladies’ strip club, anyway?

  When she asked that question in the limo, all the ladies stopped talking, looked at her, and burst out in laughter.

  Grace replied, “You don’t do anything, sweet cheeks. They come to you.”

  “Tell me honest and straight what you have planned. No games. No stupid ‘suck for a buck’ bachelorette T-shirt, and no scavenger hunts. I don’t want to be embarrassed.”

  Grace scoffed. “Aw! I liked the ‘suck for a buck’ T-shirt idea. But Kelly said it would piss Eli off too much if he found out dancers were sucking LifeSavers off your shirt. So thank her, I suppose, party pooper. Nope, we’re just going to enjoy a few drinks and watch men take their clothes off. Lap dances are your option.”

  Rachel looked over at Kelly and clasped her hands together and mouthed, ”Thank you!”

  Kelly snickered and gave her a thumbs-up signal. Rachel was feeling more trepidation by the minute. She sat next to Grace in the limo, and Adam sat on the other side of Grace. As Rachel watched the others laugh and joke around, a hand gently tapped her shoulder. She looked, and Adam leaned over behind Grace.

  “Don’t worry, Rachel. We’re going to make sure you have a good time without getting embarrassed or in trouble with Eli.”

  “You won’t let them take me up on stage, will you?”

  “I have the strictest instructions from Eli that you are not to be taken up on stage or embarrassed in any way. This is supposed to be fun for you, too.”

  “Is that what you and Eli were talking about at the club?”

  “Partly. But even if he hadn’t approached me with that specific concern, I still wouldn’t let them do that. Don’t worry. You’re going to have a great time.” He patted her shoulder.

  Rachel smiled at him and tried to relax enough to join in the conversations. She was caught up in her own thoughts, wishing she’d known about this whole bachelorette–strip club plan to begin with. She’d have done what she did best—research the subject. She pulled out her cell phone and did some quick Internet research on strip club etiquette and what to expect in a strip club. She quickly scanned and found three well-organized articles from several different perspectives—dancers, bouncers, and customers. A lot of the rules were common sense. She leaned over to Adam and got his attention.

  “What is the touching rule in the club they are going to?”

  “Generally, their policy is ‘touch and go,’ which means you touch and you go, escorted by a bouncer out the door.”

  “What about lap dances? How much?”

  “Usually about thirty bucks and then you buy the girl a drink. She usually makes half of what the customer pays for the drinks, which are outrageously expensive. The guys plan to keep him at the main stage watching the onstage dancers and tipping them. Out on the floor is where the lap dances happen. After they dance on stage, the girls go around and receive tips from the customers on the floor for the dance. Then if a customer likes them, they buy them a drink and the girl will offer to give a lap dance.”

  “What are the rules for lap dances there?”

  “Hands down at your sides the whole time. Very strict, very big bouncers, very talented dancers.”

  “Can you tell me what a lap dance is?”

  He defined that particular club’s version of a lap dance. The dancer sat on the customer’s knee, moving to the music, gyrating and pulling the customers face to her breasts if she wanted to. She could touch him anywhere she wanted, but the customer could not place his hands on the dancer, or he was out the door. She might lift her G-string and let the customer tuck the money under the string.

  “What about one-on-one rooms or VIP rooms?”

  “They have a VIP room. They won’t take him in there. As long as the tips flow, the girls will hang around and chat, enjoy a drink, and give a preview of a lap dance. They thought the best place for him would be at the main stage with a thick stack of bills.”

  “Are they all topless?”

  He grinned at her. “Not a stitch above the waist where they are going. Even the waitresses.”

  She was thoughtful for a moment. The limitations they had placed on Eli basically negated any fun time he would have tonight. Crappity-crap.

  “Thanks, Adam.”

  She dialed Charity’s cell phone number. “Have I got a job for you, Charity. This is what I want you to do…”

  * * * *

  Eli had a good time talking and laughing with all the men. They kept their stories mostly clean until Charity finally had enough and told the dirtiest joke she could think of. That broke the ice real good, and they’d acted like red-blooded American men from that point forward. He was glad Charity had been on her phone with an important call for the last few minutes because the talk had gotten fairly raunchy.

  When they had gotten to the club, Jack tipped the doorman, who found them a large table at the main stage. Eli realized they were insulating him from contact with the dancers once they left the stage and mingled on the floor. Although there was plenty of beautiful bared flesh to look at in the club, none of it did much for him. He could appreciate a lovely pair of breasts and long legs as much as any guy there, and he might even have had wood a time or two, but none of these were what his body was craving. There were beautiful smiles and probably even deep-blue eyes here, too, but none that could compare with Rachel’s.

  A waitress delivered their drinks, and when she smiled and placed his in front of him, he tipped her and smiled back. Topless or not, this was a job to her. Charity and Justin stood up at the bar talking for a minute before he kissed her and came back to the table and sat down, chuckling.

  “You’re not gonna believe this.”

  “What?” Eli looked over at him briefly and then smiled at the dancer on stage. Jack and Ethan looked over at Justin, too.

  “The manager offered Charity a job as a dancer. No audition, nothing, just liked the way she looked and moved wh
en she came in.”

  Eli chuckled as the blonde on the stage dipped in front of him and smiled flirtatiously. “I’m not a bit surprised, Justin. Charity is gorgeous, and she’s got guts. What did you say?”

  “That I’d be her best-tipping customer, and I asked her to reserve her first lap dance for me,” he said with a chuckle. “Shit, man. The mother of two half-grown kids, and someone offers her a job based solely on the way she looks and carries herself. No way was I going to tell her no. She knows her own mind.”

  “In other words, you trust her to make the right choice?” Peter asked, admiring the dancer’s long legs as she swung over him on the pole.

  “No, I trust her to know what she can handle and what she can’t. Working nights is hard. I know. I did it for years.”

  They clapped for the dancer as her song came to an end, and each of them tipped her several more bills. She smiled at Jack, Ethan, and Justin and hooked her finger in her G-string, inviting them to tuck the bills in for her. Then she sauntered in her skyscraper high heels over to Eli, half-squatted in front of him, and hooked her thumb in the other side of her G-string. He slid a couple more bills in under the string. She smiled seductively, blew him an air kiss, and worked her way down the stage.

  “They’re going to be all over him with that long black hair,” Justin muttered.

  Eli chuckled and looked back at the bar, where Charity was chatting with the pretty blonde who had just finished her dance. The blonde nodded and smiled enthusiastically. She moved away from Charity to work the room while Charity talked to a petite strawberry blonde with shoulder-length curls. She nodded and made her way to the door that led backstage.

  A song started, and another dancer took the stage, this one of medium build with long auburn curls. Her body shimmered as the lights reflected off her body glitter while she danced. She worked her way down the stage and over to their table when the men held paper bills between their fingers.

  She grinned and flirted as she danced, blowing his dad an air kiss as she trailed her hair over his shoulder when she spun over him. He grinned and “mmm-ed” but politely kept his hand gripping a bill at the edge of the stage, flirting back. She did it again, slipping the bill from his grasp in the same move. She paid similar flirtatious attention to all the men as the bills kept coming before dancing her way to the other end of the stage.