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

  Her heart pounded, and her nipples hardened against his chest, tingling almost painfully. The heat of desire washed through her core. That sensitive spot between her legs throbbed in pleasure, and her panties were suddenly damp. His masculine scent filled her nostrils, and she moaned softly against his lips.

  They were brought back to Earth abruptly by the smell of a burning tortilla. She used a fork to hurl it in the sink then quickly applied another one to the cast iron griddle. He smiled, watching her fingers work the next tortilla. She grinned up at him and leaned her head against his arm as he stirred the chicken and turned the heat off.

  “Did I surprise you?”

  “I’ll say! Surprise me as often and as much as you like, sugar.”

  * * * *

  Along with Angel and Joaquin, Teresa pulled Grace and her men aside at the ranch house that evening and told them the good news, including that Teresa was considering making it a threesome with Joaquin. Angel said they were postponing setting a wedding date so that Teresa could take her time getting to know Joaquin. Joaquin told them he wanted her to have all the time she needed.

  As he said the words, Teresa knew he was giving her an out in case it didn’t work between them, but she already knew she would love him. It would just take a little time for her to be sure.

  Michael asked Joaquin if he wanted to watch his video with him. Joaquin grinned at Teresa and Angel and lifted Michael onto his back and gave him a piggyback ride to the living room where The Aristocats was currently playing. They grinned when they heard Michael singing along.

  “Everybody! Everybody wants to be a cat!”

  Grace admired Teresa’s ring, and they went into the kitchen to finish setting up before everyone arrived. The mild temperatures meant that people would be able to flow in and out of the house, making use of both the indoor and outdoor spaces.

  Teresa kept a closer than usual eye on Grace as the Christmas get-together got into full swing. She observed with new eyes the way Grace interacted with her three men. They were always classy in the way they showed affection toward her. A simple touch, a whisper in her ear, a sweet caress or pat depending on the body part, and it was easy to see why she was so happy. She moved easily through the crowd, mingling with their guests and paying attention to all three of them.

  Teresa noted a marked lack of stress in her features regarding the party, the mess, or the clean up. The men made sure the food and drinks were set up and kept the food coming and the beverage coolers full. They were the ones handling the electric knife, carving the beef brisket, and cutting up the sausage and pork tenderloins. They were the ones with pot holders in hand, removing heated items from the ovens and placing them on the buffet table. If Grace helped at all, it seemed incidental.

  Teresa’s cheeks heated a little as she observed Grace and Ethan conversing across the room. The two of them were standing together, and he was whispering something in her ear, a wickedly sexy smile on his handsome face. Grace’s eyelids slowly closed, and her cheeks bloomed a rosy pink as his fingers traced over her cheekbone. Wow. Whatever he was telling her, she was enjoying a lot. Grace reached out a hand to Ethan’s shoulder to steady herself. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her lips adoringly like nothing else was pressing at the moment.

  Ethan looked up and made direct eye contact with Teresa. He smiled at her and winked before leading Grace over to the buffet table and put the things she pointed at on a plate. He led her by the lit fireplace and sat down in one of the overstuffed chairs. Grace joined him, comfortably curling in his lap. They fed each other bites of food from the same plate, but not in a way that made them a spectacle for those around them.

  “They look like they enjoy doing that, don’t they?” Joaquin whispered, startling her a bit, but also sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. “We would want you to feel that kind of freedom between us. Have you noticed how they care for her? She hasn’t had anything to drink or eat all night because she’s been socializing.” Teresa nodded, still watching the couple but very aware of his warm proximity. “I’m sure he wants her to feel cared for. At the end of the evening she’ll be happy and ready to give him and the others the attention they crave.”

  The thought of what kind of attention they craved could have filled her with apprehension. Instead, a wave of desire for Joaquin flooded her with its hot intensity. She released a quivering sigh when he traced his callused fingertips down her inner arm, stroking the sensitive skin of her inner wrist.

  “Does it turn you on to watch the way they interact so tenderly with her and imagine us the same way?” he asked, smiling down at her when she groaned and nodded, leaning into his chest a bit. Her body bloomed with arousal, responding to his scent and his body heat. He stroked her back and she swayed against him and felt the hard shaft that pressed against her through his blue jeans. A sudden tension grew within her, familiar to her now from her experience with Angel on Christmas Eve. She felt a tingle as though she were being watched and located Angel across the room. He watched them with a contented smile on his face and love in his eyes. Michael sat in the crook of Angel’s arm still dressed in his cowboy outfit as Angel talked with Evan and Wesley Garner and Rosemary Piper.

  She smiled back at him, vaguely noting her own absence of worry at what he thought of seeing her interact with Joaquin so intimately. Angel excused himself from the threesome and made his way over to the two of them.

  “It’s getting late, and the two of you look about ready to combust. Would you like to say goodnight and go back to the house?” he asked while Michael was distracted in his arms. Joaquin looked down at her, and she nodded.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Michael yawned hugely and laid his little head against Angel’s shoulder as they climbed the steps onto the front porch and went inside. He would be sound asleep in a matter of minutes. Teresa had planned for this possibility and packed pajamas for him to wear. At Joaquin’s urging, she took him to his bedroom and laid him down half asleep and changed his Pull-Up and put his pajamas on. He revived enough to want to use the potty when Joaquin asked him and then returned to Joaquin’s large bed. He said his prayers with them, and they tucked him in and propped pillows around him, smiling that he was snoring again before they even left the room.

  Angel was in the living room. He patted the couch between him and Joaquin as his brother joined him there. She went to them and climbed onto the couch, her calves and feet tucked under her, sitting back comfortably, looking from one man to the other.

  “What a wonderful day, from beginning to end. And I don’t mean just the material gifts. I also mean the way you treat me and the way you are with Michael. I feel especially blessed.”

  Angel caressed her thigh. “The day did turn out even better than I expected. We wanted you to feel special, and we want you to know that you can trust us. You know neither of us would take advantage of you.” In her heart, she knew he spoke the utter truth. The trust was there for both of these men.

  “You wouldn’t have been as kind and sweet to me as you’ve been for the last six months if you didn’t intend to keep my trust in you intact. I love you,” she said, reaching out a hand to Angel’s biceps before turning to Joaquin. “And I think you know I’m falling for you, as well, Joaquin. I would be a fool to deny what I can plainly see and feel. Maybe I’m foolish to give in so easily, but I trust you, as well, with…everything. Maybe more importantly, I trust you both with Michael.”

  Angel leaned in and kissed her then backed away slightly as Joaquin leaned in and kissed her, as well. Angel was thoughtful for a few seconds and then asked her a question.

  “Beautiful, tell us where you want to go from here.”

  She pondered that question for a few seconds. Teresa thought about watching Grace in Ethan’s lap. She smiled, a vision of exactly where she wanted to go from there in her mind. She was about to live up to Grace’s advice and seize the day.

  “I want to go wherever it was Grace went, to get to where she was
tonight. She’s so happy, content and so in love with her men it radiates from her. I want to be cared for on that level. I want to love you like that, and I want you to teach me what to do, so you look as satisfied as her men do. And I’m ready to get started when you feel the time is right.” She grinned at the surprised expressions on their faces and added, “We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to, but I’d be open to the possibility.” Her body clamored eagerly for them to do something tonight.

  Angel touched her cheek. “What happened to the shy, nervous Teresa I flirted into speechlessness?”

  Placing her palm over his hand, she answered his question. “I can’t have what Grace has by continuing down the path the old Teresa was on, ruled by fear and doubt. If I want what Grace has, I need to forget the past, let go of the fear, and learn to trust someone. Well, two someones.” She smiled at Angel, touching his cheek with her fingertips and reaching out to Joaquin to do the same.

  Angel looked up at Joaquin, and she perceived some sort of silent communication between them as she went to Angel and wrapped her arms around him and felt his arms envelop her. They must not have anticipated this change in her so soon. She wondered if maybe she was moving too fast. She decided she could move slowly toward her goal or take each step without hesitation. She stood from the couch, knowing her next destination.

  “Will you listen for Michael while I take a shower?”

  “Yes, sweetheart. My robe is on the back of the bathroom door. You’re welcome to it.”

  “Thank you. That’s perfect.” She went to Angel’s bedroom, thankful now that Joaquin had suggested putting Michael in his bed. She used her new gardenia body wash in the shower then borrowed Angel’s shampoo and conditioner. After rinsing off, she toweled the moisture from her warmed skin, noticing that she was copiously wet between her legs. Trembling with anticipation, she wondered, even hoped, they might touch her there tonight. She had no idea what to expect, but she was going after what she wanted. She wrapped herself in Angel’s thick fleece robe, feeling enveloped in his clean, woodsy scent. Pushing the long sleeves up her arms, she gathered the length to exit his bathroom.

  Lit candles were placed on the night tables on either side of his king-size bed, providing the only illumination in the room. Angel rose from the bed and went to her. “We left Joaquin’s door closed, so our voices won’t disturb Michael, but we should hear him if he calls out or cries.” She hugged him, respecting him even more for placing Michael’s needs and her job as his mother before his own pleasure.

  “He’s a sound sleeper, but thank you for telling me.” He took her hands and drew her to the bed where Joaquin reclined against the pillows.

  “I know it took guts to ask for what you need, to pursue what you want now that you’re sure. I talked to Joaquin while you showered. You know that we desire you in a fierce way.”

  She didn’t doubt it, judging by the desire glittering in his eyes and the tremendous bulges at their groins.

  “We look forward to making love to you someday soon. But we don’t think we should start there tonight. I don’t want you to look back and regret rushing into anything, and I think we’ll know when the time is right. We want to show you how it would feel to be pleasured by a man as you deserve.”

  “Oh,” she whispered, biting her lip.

  Angel closed his eyes and breathed deep for a second. “We want to remove the robe and just look at you. Will you let us do that?”

  “Yes.” She allowed him to untie the belt but then stayed his hands. “But please be patient with me. I’m not toned and taut like what you’re probably used to. Short and dumpy is a little more like it, and I have a scar. I don’t mean to destroy the mood. I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

  Angel responded, “The scar, is it the result of an injury?”

  “No, Michael was delivered by C-section.”

  Desire and love still shown in their eyes.

  “You’ve never been like this with a man who truly loved you, beautiful. We desire every luscious inch of you, even the parts you think are flawed.”

  Joaquin came to the edge of the bed. They were both shirtless and barefoot but still clad in their jeans. She understood this was so she could touch them, but not be frightened by their total nudity. She appreciated Angel for thinking of that. He was taking things a step at a time and not throwing too much at her at once.

  Joaquin reached for the robe as Angel did. They slid it from her body with a heavy sigh from them both. She was glad the candles made the room dim, so she wasn’t so self conscious of her blushing.

  Angel slowly sighed as he looked her over. “Teresa, all the times I ever fantasized about you, my imagination never did you justice.” he murmured.

  Joaquin’s voice was a velvety whisper. “Every inch of you is lovely, sugar.”

  Joaquin feathered his fingers through her hair, stroking her neck, and then slid his hand down over the curve of her spine, drawing a shiver in the wake of his fingers until he reached the top of her hip and paused there. His thumb stroked the inner curve of her hip, and the small but intimate touch almost made her knees buckle.

  Angel gazed into her eyes, and his fingertips lightly slid from her cheek down to her throat. Her breath hitched as his fingers continued their motion past the hollow at the base of her throat and slowly trailed between her breasts.

  The backs of his fingers brushed the underside of her breast, and he whispered, “Like silk.” Then he stroked her nipple with his thumb.

  She stifled a moan as Joaquin’s fingers stroked at the base of her spine. The folds between her legs flooded with moisture and pulsed.

  “She’s trembling,” Joaquin said.

  She allowed him and Angel to draw her with them onto the sheets. Joaquin helped her to the middle of the bed and kissed her, still stroking her.

  “How do you feel?” Angel asked before tenderly kissing her.

  “Wobbly and excited. Nervous.” She lay back with Joaquin’s help.

  They lay down on either side of her and continued to stroke her, their body heat and nearness reassuring her. Their hands were so gentle on her arms, her face, and her abdomen and down her thighs and calves, and the trembling deep inside her increased. They stroked her breasts, delighting in her nipples that were tight and ultra responsive.

  Joaquin murmured, “Her skin feels like warm satin. I’ll bet she tastes sweet as honey.”

  She laid her head back and sighed blissfully, swamped in the eroticism of the moment. Listening to his sexy drawl made her even wetter. He wanted to taste her? As in lick her?

  Angel brushed his lips against her forehead while his he cupped the underside of her breast. “Sweetheart, we don’t want to make assumptions, so I’m just going to ask. Do you know what an orgasm is?” Teresa nodded mutely, trusting him fully. “Have you ever had an orgasm before?” She hesitated, “Have you ever come before?”

  She shook her head. No, she never had.

  “To come, or have an orgasm, are two different ways of saying the same thing. It’s a climax of pleasure. You’re going to have at least one tonight,” Angel murmured playfully as he kissed her lips again.

  “Oh?”

  “Do you like us both touching you at the same time?” Angel asked, smiling when she nodded vigorously. “It doesn’t scare you?”

  She sighed shakily and whispered, “No. I l–like it a lot.”

  He smiled as she gazed up into his sensual, golden gaze. “Good. We want to taste your skin, is that all right?”

  Like he had to ask? She nodded breathlessly.

  The place between her legs throbbed as they put their lips on her skin. Joaquin tasted her throat, his lips and tongue sliding over her collarbone in teasing, feathery touches before his hot lips settled over her nipple and her back bowed off the bed. She felt, once again, like she was on the crest of something huge, like riding a tidal wave. Angel’s lips and tongue caressed her other nipple, and she was overwhelmed by the erotic onslaught. They t
ongued the underside of her breasts then looked at each other and smiled at her.

  “You are delicious, both your scent and your taste,” Joaquin whispered to her before his mouth and Angel’s continued down her abdomen and kissed her C-section scar one at a time before moving over her hip bones. Angel growled softly before moving on to her thigh, whispering, “My mouth is watering for your little pussy.”

  His words inflamed her, and her sheath pulsed achingly as she trembled under their lips. She thought she might explode at any moment.

  Angel whispered to Joaquin, “She’s about to go over. Help her, then I want to taste her. Joaquin is going to touch the place between your legs, your clit. Will you come for him?”

  She nodded, her breath came in high-pitched pants as her back arched, waiting for Joaquin’s touch. Angel kissed her as he rubbed a nipple between his fingers and whispered, “It will feel so good you’ll want to cry out. Don’t hold back, beautiful.”

  Joaquin’s exquisitely gentle fingers slid between her lips over the aching bundle of nerves at her apex. She let loose a shuddering gasp as one of his fingers slid into her entrance.

  “So hot and wet.” He growled deeply as he stroked in and out.

  Teresa’s body drew up tight, and her breath turned to rapid, sobbing pants. Angel’s lips descended on hers, muffling her cries as the tidal wave crashed over her, around her, and within her. Joaquin stroked her through the first orgasm she’d ever had. Her sheath clutched at his fingers as she thrust against his hand in a rocking rhythm her body instinctively knew.