Rainier, Heather - Her Gentle Giant: Remember to Dance [Divine Creek Ranch 2] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  There was another one taken the same day. He stood with his back to the camera, holding the hose up so that water sprayed up in the air. The waterlogged, swollen diaper was down around his chubby ankles, his plump little butt exposed as he grinned over his shoulder at whoever took the picture. Rachel laughed until she thought she might pee in her pants.

  “I brought all of these pictures for both of you, Rachel, so you have them for your kids. I’ve already made copies of the ones I wanted to keep. Isn’t that a cute little bubble butt?”

  Kelly leafed through a stack, looking for one in particular. “There’s a cute one of the two of us stuck in the bath tub together. Here it is!” She handed it to Rachel.

  “Aww, look!” Rachel handed it to the others to look at.

  Eli was sitting in the tub, and his hair was spiked and standing up in the requisite shampoo Mohawk. His chubby little toddler arms were wrapped around his baby sister, helping her sit up in the hip deep water. There was a soap bubble in her mouth, and both of them grinned for the camera.

  “Ooh, Rachel! Look! Here’s one of Eli when he was in Little League. Eli was a handsome little hunk!” Grace showed her a picture of Eli when he was twelve or thirteen in his baseball uniform. He was posed holding a bat, looking straight into the camera. His face was a preteen version of Eli, but when she looked at it, the handsome man he would one day become was clearly there, waiting to grow up. The man she loved was especially visible to her in the young boy’s intense gray eyes.

  “Here’s one of him with his first motorcycle when he was seventeen.” Kelly handed Rachel another photograph, this time of a teenaged Eli leaning up against a beat-up motorcycle. His hair was longer in this photo and more closely resembled the man he was today, tall and muscular for his age.

  “Gosh, hunk is in his genes.” Her mom popped her hand over her mouth. “Did I just say something inappropriate about my future son-in-law?”

  Rachel rolled her eyes and laughed.

  “Um, no. You said what we’re all thinking.” Grace snickered. “He’s extremely photogenic, Rachel. I hope you have an engagement portrait taken together.”

  Rachel hugged her future sister-in-law. “Thank you, Kelly. I love that you did this for us. I’ll always treasure these pictures.”

  “You’re welcome. They belong to you now, part of your future kids heritage.” Kelly hugged her back.

  They started winding down around midnight. Grace and Rachel closed the house up and turned off most of the lights.

  “I’ll be up reading for a little while if you need anything, Rachel,” Grace said as she made her way to the stairs.

  “Is it hard for you to sleep without them, too?”

  “Very. Most nights, I prefer to sleep cuddled up with all three of them,” Grace said quietly. “You look like you’ve been sleeping better since you came home, too.”

  “I have been. I’m supposed to call Eli when I go to bed. He said he’d probably have trouble sleeping, too.”

  Grace grinned knowingly. “Well, don’t let me keep you from your man. I have three texts of my own to send.”

  * * * *

  Eli lay in bed with the light off, his phone beside him on the mattress. He could barely make out the sound of one of the other men snoring in the room next to his. He’d lucked out that the hunting lodge was large enough for almost all of them to have a room to themselves. Adam and Ethan had voluntarily roomed together. Eli’s phone lit up and vibrated. He looked at it and grinned.

  I found it, you naughty boy.

  I’m wet. Call me if you’re still awake.

  R.

  He dialed her cell phone number and she picked up on the first ring.

  “Hello, handsome.”

  “Hello, angel.”

  “That was a sweet thing you did, slipping that little silver egg vibrator into my luggage. I found the black lace nightgown and robe in the suitcase, too. You’re thorough as well as thoughtful.”

  “Did it feel good slipping into that nightgown?”

  “I don’t have it on yet.”

  “Are you ready for bed?”

  “Uh-huh,” she replied softly.

  “Are you nekkid?” he asked in a husky whisper.

  “For you, yes.”

  “Are you under the covers?”

  “Yes,” she replied silkily, and he could hear her sheets rustling. “How are you? Were you asleep?”

  “No, I couldn’t. I need you to sleep,” he replied softly, missing her warmth and her scent next to him.

  “Maybe I can help,” she said softly. “So you were already in bed, under the covers?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Pajamas?”

  His cock twitched. “No. I brought them in case we bunked together, but we all have our own rooms. This lodge is huge.” He was thankful because he hated sleeping clothed.

  “Oh,” she said in an achingly soft voice. “Are you hard, Eli?” The tone of her sexy voice made his cock twitch.

  “Very, angel. Your voice does that to me,” he murmured. He thought he dimly heard the sound of a phone ringing somewhere in the cabin but didn’t hear it again.

  “You know what I’d do right now if I was there?” Her seductive voice sent a wave of shivers down his spine to his cock as he imagined it.

  “Tell me, angel.”

  “I’d wet my lips with my tongue, slide your big, hard cock into my mouth, and suck and lick you until you were panting. Are you stroking your cock yet?”

  “I am now.” He reached down and stroked his tingling, rock-hard length, and groaned. “Do you have the egg with you, angel?”

  “Yes,” she answered shakily.

  “Are you nice and wet for me? Throbbing and aching for me?” he asked.

  “You know I am, Eli. I wish you could touch me.”

  “That’s why the egg was in your luggage. Pretend it’s my fingers, and later it’ll be my tongue. That’s why I sent it with you. Turn it on and put it over your clit.” He listened as she did as he asked, and she whimpered at the sudden stimulation. His shaft throbbed and wept a translucent tear at the sound of her arousal.

  “Good, angel. Does it feel nice?”

  “It’s torture, Eli. I’m so wet it keeps slipping,” she said with a soft, sexy chuckle. He wished it was his tongue that was doing the slipping.

  “Mmm, my angel is good and wet.”

  “Y–yes. Are you stroking your incredible, thick cock for me? Can you imagine me sucking the head for you? I want to climb on top and suck your cock while you lick my pussy. Would you like some sixty-nine with me?”

  “I’d pull you down on my face and lick you till you came, screaming my name.” Eli imagined the feel and taste of her sweet pussy pressed against his face while she sucked his cock. “I’d lick your little pussy until my face was coated with your honey.”

  “Oooh, baby, I can almost feel that warm tongue of yours.” He heard her moan low and soft.

  “Are you stroking your clit yet?”

  “Uh-huh,” she whimpered softly.

  “Slip that little silver egg just inside, between your sweet little pink lips. Pretend that’s my tongue, angel. Feel it?” he asked in a strained, guttural voice.

  Rachel did as he asked, and the sound of her soft whimpers increased. He could hear her rapid breathing. She sounded like she was already close to coming.

  “Oh, Eli. I want you so much.” She panted softly, trying to catch her breath. “After I’m done licking you, I think I want to turn and straddle those lean hips of yours. I want to stroke your hard cock with my wet pussy and just slide back and forth over you and get you wet with my juices. Do you want that, Eli?”

  “I want all of you, yes,” he hissed, straining against the mattress. “But I’m going to take hold of your pretty curvaceous hips and lift you onto my cock.”

  “Oh,” she whimpered softly. Rachel sounded like she’d increased her stroking, and he groaned in response as he stroked his cock harder.

  “Then I’d wa
tch the head of my cock part your soft, wet, hot lips and slowly push into your sweet, lush pussy.”

  “Oh,” she keened softly, “I feel you, Eli, sliding into me!”

  He imagined it probably made her even hotter to have to be so quiet.

  He groaned as he flexed his hips. “Then, oh, god, then I’d sink my shaft into your hot, tight little pussy nice…and…sl–slow. Oh, babe, are you close?” he asked, growling as he stroked his stiff cock firmly now, feeling his balls drawing up tight, ready to explode with his release.

  “Mmm…Yes!” she gasped, sounding like she was ready to come. Her voice had that soft euphoric sound that told him she was just about there.

  “Then I’d flip you on your back, lift your sexy, long legs high and pump into you nice and slow. I’d wait until you begged me to fuck you harder and faster. Then I’d give you exactly what you begged me for and fuck you until you screamed.”

  He could hear Rachel’s sudden high-pitched exhalation. “Eli! I’m coming, I’m…” She panted softly as her orgasm overtook her, moaning low into the phone.

  He fisted his cock and stroked twice more. “Then I’d fill your tight pussy with my cum until you overflowed with it. Oh, angel. Yes!” His voice shook slightly as he came into his hand and on his belly, catching it with a hand towel he’d packed for this purpose, not wanting to explain the mess later. “Oh, angel.” He groaned, lying there panting for a minute, listening to her soft breath sounds as she recovered.

  “Eli?” she said with a breathy sigh that brought a grin to his face. It was the sound of his woman, satisfied. He heard her shifting around a little, removing and turning off the vibrator, he guessed.

  “Are you all right, angel?”

  “Yes, Eli, and you?”

  “The only thing missing that would make this perfect is if you were cuddled next to me now, trying to catch your breath and holding on to me. That would make this perfect.”

  “Yeah.” She sighed contentedly. “I’ve never had phone sex before.”

  “That was my first time, too.” He chuckled.

  She laughed softly. “Aw, we were virgins.”

  “Are you flushing all over?” he asked, knowing that was a sign she’d come good and hard for him.

  “Yes, I just felt it spread over my cheeks and my breasts. Mmm.” She sounded like she was stretching, and the sheets rustled again. “You’re the best, Eli.”

  “Thank you. Same goes for you, angel. Did you have fun looking at all my embarrassing baby pictures?”

  “Oh, they were adorable, Eli! You were a precious little baby. I loved them all, including the one with the water hose.”

  “Ugh! Which was your favorite?”

  “Honestly? The one of you when you were seventeen with your first motorcycle. But that’s not a baby picture, I suppose. Probably the one of you sitting in your highchair coated in spaghetti sauce and chocolate pudding. I’ll bet your mom had to scrub you hard to get that mess off of you.”

  Eli laughed. “Yeah, see what you have to look forward to, angel?”

  “I’d love to have a baby boy or girl that looks like you, Eli. With your gray eyes and black hair.”

  “As long as I get a little angel who looks like her mommy, too. I miss you. Will you be able to sleep?”

  “I have a better chance of sleeping now than I did before your call. I hope I can stay asleep. I miss you, too, Eli.”

  “I’d stroke your soft back if I was there. And tickle you with my fingertips just the way you like.”

  “I love it when you do that.” She yawned, he noticed with satisfaction.

  “I love it when you moan when I find the right spot above your tailbone.”

  “Mmm. You know right where it is, too,” she replied languidly.

  “You have your nightgown nearby?”

  “Yes, it’s on the chair by the bed.”

  “Why don’t you put down the phone and slip into it and climb back into bed?”

  “All right, honey. Hold on.” She did as he asked, and he smiled when he heard her sigh contentedly as the heavy satin slid over her skin. She picked up the phone after she got back into bed, sighing happily. “Okay, I’m tucked in.”

  “Damn. Listening to you sigh like that makes me wish I was there. After you hang up, imagine the gown is me wrapped around you, snuggling you close to me, all right?”

  “You were so thoughtful and romantic to pack this. Are you getting sleepy?”

  He folded the towel up and used it to clean up a bit, laid it aside to take care of later, then slid back between the quickly cooling sheets. “Yeah, I think I probably could. I’ll let you go on to sleep, angel. One thing?”

  “Yes?”

  “Press your index finger and middle finger to your lips for me?”

  “Okay?”

  “Good. That kiss is from me. Now put it wherever you want it.” He chuckled at her soft giggle.

  “Mmm, done,” she said softly. “Guess where.”

  “Mmm. Someplace I plan on kissing a lot when I get you alone, angel. I love you.”

  “I love you, Eli. Goodnight.”

  Eli ended the call and placed the phone on the table by the bed. He gazed out the window opposite the bed and watched the stars twinkle. He could almost feel her soft, warm skin under his fingertips and smell her unique womanly scent. He rolled to his side and pulled the other pillow close to him and tried to fall asleep.

  * * * *

  Rachel and Grace were the first ones up the next morning. Grace made a pot of coffee, and Rachel joined her out on the back porch. The morning breeze had a slight chill to it, so they sat in their robes enjoying their coffee and a quiet conversation. Grace asked her if she’d managed to sleep last night.

  “Yes, I slept well after I talked to Eli. It was good to hear his voice,” she replied softly, her cheeks heating a little at the memory.

  Grace chuckled knowingly. “Yeah, the sound of Jack’s voice helped me sleep, too.”

  “You didn’t talk to Ethan and Adam?”

  “Oh, yes. I talked to all of them. This is the first time I’ve been apart from all three of them overnight. I couldn’t sleep if I didn’t hear their voices first, but Jack and I got to have a little chat last night. I slept well after we hung up, but I still missed them.” She smiled at Rachel, blushing at her euphemisms. “We can call Carrie and Raquel later if you want.”

  “That sounds great. I’d like to get together with them soon if they have any openings.”

  “I’m sure they could work that out.”

  “How are the wedding plans coming for you and Kelly?”

  “Great! Everything is coming together nicely, and your dad’s budget has been easy to work with. He’s a real peach to throw you a nice wedding like this.”

  “My dad’s a sweetheart. He’s a tough guy on the outside, with a warm, gooey filling on the inside, where me and my mom are concerned.”

  Later that morning, all the ladies climbed into Rachel’s new truck and went with her to Clay Cook’s to order Eli’s wedding ring. The girls browsed the display cases with her mom while Rachel and Clay talked about Eli’s ring and Clay took down her inscription. Rachel complimented Clay on the beautiful workmanship of Grace’s wedding ring, for which he thanked her with a shy, warm smile. While they finished up, Grace stepped outside to make a phone call.

  A few minutes later, she stepped back into the door of Clay’s shop and crooked her finger at Rachel. “Carrie and Rachel’s afternoon photo shoot had to reschedule on them. Do you want to run out to Morehead today and take some sexy portraits?”

  Rachel was shocked but jumped eagerly at the opportunity. “But what about the others?”

  Grace shrugged and grinned broadly. “They’ll have a blast. Maybe we can talk them into posing for portraits, too.”

  “If they’re game, I am, too!”

  Rachel thanked Clay then said, “All right, ladies, here’s the deal...”

  Five minutes later, they were in the truck driving bac
k to the ranch to pick up lingerie and then out of town.

  As she buckled up, Kelly said, “That Clay Cook is a cutie pie.”

  Grace giggled. “I know. He’s gorgeous with his blond hair and green eyes. So far, he’s resisted my efforts to match make for him. I think he’s rather shy.”

  “I got that impression, too. But he’s very handsome,” Kelly said appreciatively.

  “That he is! I haven’t given up yet. Just have to find the right girl to introduce him to.” Rachel noticed Grace turn and wink at Teresa in the back seat and then heard Teresa chuckle.

  Two hours later, after a light lunch, Rachel found herself dressed in her black lace nightgown and robe. Raquel carefully applied more eye shadow and eyeliner, giving her a smoky-eyed look, and then she helped Rachel pose seductively for the camera.

  “Aren’t you going to change and let me shoot you, too?” Carrie asked speculatively, eyeing the garment bag Grace had brought with her.

  “Twist my arm, why don’t you?” Grace laughed, rifling through it, looking for the perfect outfit.

  Rachel’s mom had a beautiful portrait made with her daughter as well as a sexy one with a feather boa and dark red lipstick for her father.

  Kelly and Teresa were excited to have a portrait taken, as well. Teresa had loosened up and gotten into all the fun but blushed beet red at seeing Rachel and Grace dressed only in lingerie.

  While her mom, Kelly, and Teresa took a break and got something to drink and snack on in the waiting room, Rachel allowed Grace and the two photographers to persuade her into posing for a very tasteful nude.

  After they were done, Grace was excited, both over Rachel’s enthusiastic approach to this endeavor but also over the nudes she did for her men, as well. Carrie assured them she’d call when they were all ready. They left the photography studio energized and euphoric.

  “Am I high?” Rachel giggled as they headed down the highway farther into Morehead.

  “It’s endorphins, Rachel,” Grace replied, fixing her lipstick and powdering her nose. “Stretching out of your comfort zone like that releases endorphins in your system, plus you feel beautiful because you’ve been dolled up and had professional portraits taken. You’ll sleep like a baby tonight.” She winked then pulled out her cell phone and sent a text, most likely to one of her men, as Rachel drove them to the large shopping mall in Morehead. Grace’s phone vibrated in her hand. Looking at the display, she started giggling. “Oh, my goodness!”