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

  When the pulsing waves receded, she opened her eyes and looked up in wonder at Joaquin. She was mesmerized as she watched him slide his fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes slowly, licking every drop from his hand as if it were nectar.

  “Sweet, like I knew she would be,” Joaquin murmured as he moved to her side and stroked her abdomen with a warm hand. “Angel wants to taste you, here.” He stroked over her mound, his fingertips in close proximity to her sensitive clit, which drew a gasp from her. “Will you let him?”

  She nodded, as Angel lifted her thighs and placed them over his shoulders. This was not a position she’d ever thought she’d be in, but the thought of his mouth on her, down there, was so powerfully erotic her body drew up with tension again. He cupped her buttocks, lifted her to his mouth and slid his tongue over her slit, drawing a trembling cry from her. She pondered for a millisecond why he would want to taste her down there and why she’d never known what she should call that place before now.

  Her pussy. He laved her pussy, flicking her clitoris with the tip of his tongue in a way that had her once again rising on the crest of that wave. Faint, rumbling sounds came from his throat as he slipped one finger slowly into her entrance. Her pussy tightened around his finger, drawing up steadily harder and higher. Joaquin stroked a nipple before latching onto it and suckling. He reached for the other peak and lightly tugged on it. Feeling like she might soar away, she held onto Joaquin’s muscular shoulder.

  She flexed her hips against Angel’s hand, rising higher still on a wave of another climax. He pulled out and slid two fingers into her opening and continued the same slow pumping rhythm. The increased tightness was unbearably pleasurable, and when he bore down on her clitoris and suckled tenderly, she came for him with another muffled cry of ecstasy.

  He continued, pumping his fingers deeper into her pussy. She arched tightly and cried out again as a third orgasm slammed into her, taking her by surprise with its almost painful, burning intensity. She found it exhilarating that he made a feast of her as the last pulses faded away, licking the evidence of her orgasm from her.

  “Oh,” she murmured in a shaky voice, her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her body trembled with aftershocks created by his tongue.

  “Yes, beautiful. That is what it’s supposed to be like,” Angel whispered softly but emphatically. “That is what we wanted to give to you. To show you how we would love you.” His voice was deep and intense with emotion. Tears flooded her eyes at the love she heard in his voice.

  “That’s only the beginning of what we want to do for you, sugar.” Joaquin kissed her lips again. “I’ll be right back.” He climbed from the bed and went in the bathroom, and a moment later she heard the shower running.

  She reached for Angel, and he held her securely as she shook and sniffled quietly. “I never knew it could be like that, Angel. It was so beautiful,” she murmured as he stroked the tears from her cheeks.

  “Yes, baby. It was like that for us, too. I love you.” He kissed her, and she tasted a hint of herself. It made the moment all the more intimate.

  “I love you, too, Angel.”

  A few minutes later, he rose from the bed as Joaquin returned. Joaquin slipped under the covers and spooned to her, smelling fresh, like soap. He nuzzled the hollow under her ear, and she realized he was nude and so very warm.

  “Sleep now, sugar. We’ve worn you out. I’ve got you,” he whispered, his hand sliding over her bare hip and abdomen. She snuggled back to him trustingly.

  Sleepily she whispered, “You gave me something precious tonight. I’ll remember this night for the rest of my life. I love you, Joaquin.” She felt cocooned in safety, and a tranquil ripple of bliss slowly washed over her.

  He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek, kissed her there and whispered back, “I love you, too, Teresa. Your heart and your son are safe with me, sugar.”

  After his shower, Angel returned to the bedroom and blew out the candles. He slipped into bed and cuddled up to her. She noticed he was nude, also, as she felt his bare hip before he pulled the covers over them. She rested her hand there and tilted her head up and kissed him goodnight.

  * * * *

  Joaquin woke at five o’clock ready to start the day but unable to move from the bed. Actually, unwilling might have better described the way he felt. He looked at his brother, who was also awake and watching Teresa sleep. Unaccustomed to rancher’s hours, she was deeply asleep. She had shifted between them during the night and now lay flat on her back with her head still pillowed by Joaquin’s biceps. The fingers of her left hand were feathered in Joaquin’s hair. Her right forearm was curled around Angel’s right arm, holding it snug to her chest. Her right knee was drawn up with her thigh resting open against Angel’s hip.

  One of them had kicked the covers off during the night, so she was exposed down to the other knee where the cover rested. Joaquin lay motionless with a thick, twitching cock eager for action and watched her like a sap with his first crush. Angel was in similar straits. They needed to get up and dress before she saw them in all their erect glory. They lay there a few minutes longer, watching her peaceful face and gazing at her lush form as she dreamed on.

  She sighed and smiled in her sleep then rolled to face Angel. Still holding on to his arm, she wiggled her ass against Joaquin, snuggling to him. She was deep enough asleep she didn’t feel his hardened cock against her. Nor did she realize how precariously close she was pressing her pussy to his cock. He bit his lip and stifled a groan as the damp lips of her pussy glided against the length of his throbbing shaft. Joaquin was afraid if he moved against her for even a second, he’d embarrass himself. Hating the thought of leaving her satiny, damp heat and not wanting to disturb her sleep, Joaquin carefully inched away from her, putting some safe distance between them.

  He sat up with a shudder and hung his head for a few seconds, breathing deep, wanting badly to return to her and slide into her delectable pussy. He drew the covers up to cover her and finally rose from the bed, stretching the kinks from his muscles. His cock twitched in angry rebellion as he walked into the bathroom.

  Joaquin took another shower, needing to tame the beast that throbbed between his legs. He stroked himself under the hot spray as he remembered watching her come for the first time. He remembered the awe in her eyes as she gave in to the sensations they’d built inside her. He bit back a deep groan and fisted his cock. The cum jetted from his shaft as he remembered the passionate sounds she’d made. He imagined sliding into her hot, tight pussy as the last of his cum pulsed hotly from his cock. He showered and toweled off then left the bathroom, only marginally satisfied.

  The dim lamp was now on in the bedroom. Angel still lay beside Teresa, and she was now awake, speaking to him in soft tones. He caressed her hip through the sheet lay that lay over her, covering her nudity but revealing the sensual line of her curves. Her cheeks were a rosy hue, and as Joaquin drew close, he saw the tears in her eyes and peaceful contentment on her face. He crawled on the bed dressed only in his jeans from last night as she reached for his hand.

  She turned her dark gaze to Joaquin and said in a voice husky with emotion, “I told Angel I’m falling in love with you.”

  Joaquin turned to his brother. “You already know she holds my heart in her little hands. Is everything else all right?”

  “Yes. These are happy tears.” Angel caressed her cheekbone. “Sweetheart, we’ll be back in a little while. Right now we need to check the barns and make sure chores are getting started. It’s still dark outside, so you should try to sleep a bit longer.”

  “All right. I’ll adjust eventually to your hours if I’m going to be a rancher’s wife.” She yawned behind her hand and stretched happily.

  Joaquin stifled a groan, and the desire to dive under the sheet with her, then said, “I’m sure you will, but for now you rest, sugar. Angel, can you loan me a shirt?” Joaquin asked. “My other clothes are in my bedroom, and I don’t want to disturb Michael.�
�� Angel rose from the bed, walked across the room naked, and retrieved a plaid flannel shirt from the closet and handed it to him. Joaquin smiled when he noticed Teresa blush at Angel’s nudity, but she didn’t avert her eyes. Angel slipped into the bathroom to shower.

  Teresa’s words from last night came back to him. She wanted what Grace had, but she couldn’t get it if she kept doing things the “old” way.

  She wrapped the sheet across her breasts and scooted closer to him at the edge of the bed where he sat slipping into his socks and boots, still naked from the waist up.

  He glanced back at her and smiled as he pulled on a boot. “How do you feel this morning, sugar? Any regrets?” he asked, kissing her as he turned to her.

  She shook her head. “None. Do you have any regrets? Still sure you want me?” She drew closer and pressed her cheek to his shoulder.

  “No, no regrets at all. And I’m even more certain I want you. Thank you for trusting us last night, sugar. Giving you your first orgasm meant a lot to me. Waking with you all snuggled up to me was the best feeling. I want to feel that kind of peace and satisfaction every morning.” He smiled like a big sap when her arms slid around him. Her firm, full breasts pressed against his back with only the sheet between them, and he wanted to purr and rub against her for about an hour.

  She kissed his ear. “When I woke up this morning, I thought for a second I’d had the most amazing dream then opened my eyes and realized I was really here with you. Last night and yesterday really happened. You really love me, Joaquin?”

  “Yes, sugar, I do.” He lifted her hand from his biceps and kissed her knuckles.

  “Ready to go, Joaquin?” Angel whispered as he slipped from the bathroom, completely dressed.

  “Angel, do you have a T-shirt I could slip into? In case Michael gets up before I’m dressed,” she murmured, yawning.

  “Sure, beautiful.” Angel pulled open a drawer and pulled out a navy blue T-shirt that looked like it would reach her knees. He handed it to her, and she slipped into it, burying her nose in the fabric after she had it pulled on. She glanced up at them watching her appreciatively and blushed.

  “You look good in my T-shirt. Back under the covers with you,” Angel said as he went to her and wrapped his arms around her where she knelt on the bed and kissed the top of her head.

  Joaquin came to her and hugged her also and kissed her lips. “We’ll make you breakfast when we come back in a little while.”

  “If you insist.”

  “We do,” they both whispered, smiling at her. They quietly passed down the hall and out of the front door.

  The ground was covered with a light layer of frost and the grass crunched under their feet. On the walk up to the barn, Angel asked, “Shower help any?”

  “Yeah, for about five minutes. Her beautiful, sleepy face and the way she pressed her breasts to my back…It seems like I’m hard anytime I’m around her.”

  In all seriousness, Angel said, “Thanks for not giving into temptation earlier. I appreciate you that. I know it must have been hard not to…go there.”

  “Angel, you loved her first. You’ll be the one who makes love to her the first time. Thanks, by the way. Watching her come for the first time was…damn.”

  “Now you’ve got me thinking about it, too. I’m going to be hard all morning, knowing she’s in our bed,” Angel muttered as they entered the second barn.

  * * * *

  Teresa curled up with their pillows and breathed in their combined scents, slipping back to sleep in the dim predawn darkness. She slept lightly, and dreams of Angel and Joaquin swam through her mind, swamping her with arousal and unparalleled joy. They were her men now.

  Joaquin stood in front of her, holding her to him loosely at her hips while Angel stood behind her, one hand sweeping her hair away from her neck to kiss her there while the other hand stroked her belly. Angel’s fingers dipped down over her mound then slid into her slit, teasing the sensitive lips of her pussy. He stroked her clit with a fingertip, and she moaned as Joaquin kissed her passionately and slid his hands over her ass.

  Her clit pulsed, and her panting breaths were trapped in her throat, so she couldn’t make a sound as her arousal flew higher and higher. Angel’s persistent fingers continued to stroke her pussy, and his lips at her throat sent shivers down her spine. His other hand strayed to a bare nipple and tugged, dragging it teasingly between two fingers. Joaquin’s lips suckled on the other nipple, drawing on it with torturous skill.

  Angel whispered in her ear and told her she was precious and he loved her. Her hands strayed between the two of them, back and forth as they loved her with their lips and their fingers. Finally, her hips flexed against Angel’s questing fingers, and her orgasm washed over her in a convulsing wave. She came awake as the orgasm pulsed gently, realizing her head wasn’t on a pillow but against Joaquin’s shoulder.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Teresa felt Angel’s warmth at her back and knew it was his fingers she’d really felt as her dream orgasm had rushed over her.

  “I thought I was dreaming.”

  Behind her, Angel chuckled. “You were, until we helped it become reality.”

  “I fell asleep thinking about you. You were making love to me. How long have I slept?”

  “It’s almost seven.” Joaquin pressed kisses to her collarbone. “The little cowboy is still snoring in the other bedroom. We wore him out yesterday.”

  “I need to go home, shower and change.” She felt morose at the thought of leaving them after what they had just shared. “And, um…I’m also wondering…I mean, the two of you were so good to me last night and just now. Shouldn’t—”

  “Shouldn’t what?” Angel asked.

  “Shouldn’t I be—I don’t know? Reciprocating?” she asked weakly, unsure what it was she could do for them. She so needed to talk to Grace.

  Smiles stretched across both their lips, and Angel shook his head. “Sweetheart, it’s awful nice of you to ask about that. We think it might be better if we took making love with you one step at a time. There will be plenty of time later to show you ways you can make us your devoted slaves. Why don’t you let me take you home? Michael can stay with Joaquin, if you feel comfortable with that. You can bring him a change of clothes, and he can bathe here later. It would also be a good idea to bring a few things to leave here for if you need them some other time. I have plenty of room in my closet and dresser.”

  “If you don’t mind. I’d like that.”

  “While we’re there make sure and bring something to change into for tonight because we’d like to take you dancing at The Pony. I asked Grace, and she said she’d babysit Michael for us.”

  For them, not just for her. It sounded good when he put it that way.

  * * * *

  Angel had just closed the door to her apartment when there came a knock at it. Teresa smiled wryly at Angel and whispered, “See? They are a little bit protective.” She held two fingers close to each other and giggled quietly as she went to the door and opened it. There stood a couple in their late forties, a look of concern on both their faces.

  “Hello, Martha. Hello, Frank. How was your day yesterday?” she asked.

  The older woman responded to her smile, glancing over at Angel, and said, “It was wonderful, Teresa. How was yours? We were a little concerned when you didn’t come home last night.” Martha stole another glance at Angel. “Hello, Mr. Martinez. It’s good to see you again.” But she said the last sentence as though she weren’t certain it was a good thing they were seeing each other again.

  Angel nodded at the couple in a friendly, open manner but allowed Teresa to respond.

  “My Christmas was wonderful, the best in some ways. Frank, this is Angel Martinez. I don’t think the two of you have met before.”

  Angel smiled and shook Frank’s hand in a firm, friendly fashion.

  “I have news for you,” Teresa continued and held out her hand to Martha, so she could see. Martha’s eyes bugged a little
looking at the platinum and diamond engagement ring. Frank looked over his wife’s shoulder, whistling in admiration, then glanced up at Angel speculatively.

  Martha began talking a mile a minute, barely giving Teresa time to answer all her questions. The men grinned and made small talk for a minute before Frank got Martha’s attention. They congratulated them one last time before excusing themselves.

  “Michael and I will be home late tonight because we have plans, but we will be home. You don’t have to worry about me with Angel. I’ll be in good hands. See you later.”

  “Sure, sure.” Frank waved as they retreated to their front door.

  Teresa closed the front door and went giggling into his arms. “You see? They worry about me, plus they’re a little nosy. Did you see the way Frank looked at you after he saw the ring?”

  “I got the feeling it set his mind at ease.” Angel was glad. He wanted anyone who felt kinship or responsibility for Teresa to know he was more than capable of taking care of her.

  “I’ll get fresh clothing and take my shower.” She backed the short distance to her little bedroom. Pointing to the coffee table she said, “There’s the remote if you want to watch TV, or do…whatever. Make yourself at home.”

  * * * *

  Angel smiled at her newfound zest for life. He wondered if she would welcome a little company in the bathroom. After a few minutes, he knocked at the bathroom door. She called out hesitantly, and he turned the knob and peeked in. The room was steamy, and the floral fragrance of her body wash hung intoxicatingly in the humid air.

  “May I come in?” he asked the shadowy image behind the translucent shower curtain. He couldn’t see much, but he could tell she was facing away from the shower head, rinsing her hair. He could make out the lush mounds of her breasts as she raised her hands to her hair to squeeze the rinse water through it.

  “Um, yes. Of course you can, Angel.”