“I’m going to fill you with my cum and watch it drip from your pussy in the candlelight when I pull out of you. Then I’m going to take you inside and start all over again.”
Oh, yes, please more!
“So now you know what I was thinking about,” Eli said with a sexy chuckle.
A low, erotic moan slipped from her lips. “Oh, Eli.” She laid her head against his chest as her body throbbed with desire. “You’re amazing.”
“I could say the same thing about you, angel. I could feel the tension in your body build up as I held you. You want to come really bad right now, don’t you?”
Her pussy clenched in affirmation and she nodded against his chest and sighed.
“I love listening to the little aroused sounds you make, angel. So quiet, so sexy and intense. When I get home, I’m going to make you come so hard you see stars.” Eli squeezed her to him and groaned. “Damn, you feel good.”
Rachel wanted to do a jiggling happy dance as she noticed his earlier declaration that they should lay off for tonight seemed to have been laid aside.
“So do you.” Chuckling, Rachel couldn’t help but notice the erection currently pressed against her abdomen as they danced. It was a good thing the club was dimly lit, otherwise everyone there would know what Eli was thinking about.
After the dance, they mingled around the club for a few minutes, talking with friends. Rachel was distracted the whole time by the way her body tingled and hummed all over. When they came near the restroom, Rachel excused herself for a few minutes.
Boy, did Eli have the ability to strum her body to a screaming fever pitch. His words and touch had left her soaking wet with her juices, and aching to be fucked. While she was drying her hands, Corina Scott and one of her friends came giggling into the restroom. Corina had a pretty glow in her pale ivory cheeks.
“Oh! Hey, Rachel! I am so glad you introduced me to Brice. He’s waiting for me outside right now. I think he’s so handsome.” Corina blushed with pleasure.
Rachel smiled. “You’re welcome. He’s a nice guy and I’m glad he’s being good to you. What about Andy and Vince?” she asked the other girl.
“Oh, they’re out there, too. We’re having fun dancing with them, but Brice only has eyes for Corina. It’s about time that life dealt you some happiness, sweetie.” That comment made Rachel wonder about Corina’s story. Looking in her eyes, Rachel had the impression that Corina had been through a lot in her life. Though she was young, there were bluish hints of dark circles under her eyes and she seemed a little fragile, physically.
“He told me I was pretty,” Corina said dreamily and another pink blush stole over her cheeks.
“Well, you are, and your face is glowing,” Rachel told her honestly.
“Listen, Rachel,” Corina said, watching the door. “Our co-worker, Sandra, the one who put her hand on your fiancé? She’s not really a friend. She overheard at work that we were coming out here and invited herself along.”
“Oh, that’s okay. I’ve gotten used to dealing with persistent women where Eli is concerned. I’m glad you like it here. I have a friend I want to introduce you to later. I think you’d like Grace a lot.”
Corina said she’d watch for her. Rachel stepped out of the restroom and spotted Eli talking with Brice. Eli smiled when he caught a glimpse of her. For a night out that started as one of the worst on record, it was shaping up very well.
* * * *
Eli looked up from his conversation with Brice Huvell, as Rachel reentered the hallway from the ladies’ room, and admired her as she closed the distance between them. Her eyes twinkled as she slipped her arm around his waist, and Eli said, “I was just telling Brice how to get out to the Divine Creek Ranch. He got an invite from Grace for him and a date.”
“Oh? You should ask Corina, Brice. She’s sweet and pretty, too, don’t you think?”
“I sure do, Rachel.” Brice nodded and looked down as if he didn’t know if he should say more.
“Well, I guess we’ll see you on the dance floor, Brice.” Eli took Rachel’s soft hand, nodded to Brice, and led her toward the front of the club.
He squeezed her to him. “How are you doing?”
Rachel’s face was radiant as she gazed up at him and tilted her cheek into his caressing palm. “I’m heavenly.”
Eli’s cock twitched in response to the sexy tone of her voice. I’ll say.
“Wow, that good?” He smiled with satisfaction when she said nothing more, only nodded and burrowed closer to him. Eli enjoyed the feel of her womanly, soft, fragrant body pressed closely to his. He looked down at her in his arms and noticed her lip trembled. “You’re my whole life, angel.”
“Aw, you two are just the sweetest things,” Grace said as she walked up to where they stood at the front. “Have you been having fun on the dance floor?”
“Lots of fun,” Rachel said, glancing up at Eli and giggling, before asking her, “Have you put in a song request?”
“Two songs, back to back. Ethan is up in the booth right now.” Grace pointed to him and waved when Ethan looked over at her. He blew her a kiss and put his hand over his heart. She kissed her fingers and waved back. “Can I borrow her, Eli?”
“Sure, Grace.” He kissed Rachel’s temple and whispered, “Did you tell her what we were talking about on the dance floor?”
Rachel smiled suggestively and replied, “No, of course not. But I think she has radar. You can imagine how she might know. She says Ethan is a wonderful dancer. What? TMI?” She snickered and said, “Ooops! I promised to be good, didn’t I?”
“Oh, you’re good all right.” He kissed her again. “Dance for me, angel.”
She looked at him with pure lust in her eyes and gave him a sexy smile. “Only for you.”
Chapter Forty
“Hillbilly Bone” by Blake Shelton and Trace Adkins began to play. In fascination, Eli watched her hips sway as she walked away in those killer shoes. She looked back at him like she knew he’d be watching and glanced down at the fly of his leathers.
Damn. He could feel the heat of her gaze on his crotch, and his eager cock pulsed in response. The heavy beat and raunchy guitar rhythm had both women swinging their hips as they stepped on the dance floor, where they were joined by other couples and individuals.
He would be hard-pressed to explain why the sight of her pretty little feet perched so high on those sexy heels had such a visceral, primal effect on his libido, but they did. All Eli could imagine was the scene from his earlier-spoken fantasy with her holding the arms of the lounger on the back deck, straddling the frame of the chair with her long, luscious legs spread wide and her pussy presented for him, ready and waiting. The thought made his erection throb for her soft warmth to sink into. And she hadn’t even begun to really dance yet. Damn, but she had a way with him.
He noticed several men, business-suit types, at a table near the dance floor nudge each other as Grace and Rachel began to dance. Rosemary bounced out onto the dance floor with them, and then three of the little blondes from the scene at the door earlier came and danced with them, too. He watched the men and read their body language and the looks of lust on their faces. Slowly moving through the groups at the tables, Eli took a position midway to the dance floor and near their table. There were other couples on the dance floor, but all the girls with Rachel and Grace danced together in a group.
His eyes were drawn to the hypnotic sway of Rachel’s hips as they moved to the slow, driving beat of the song. She slid her hands down her ribs, over her hips and around to her ass.
Tonight he could tell she truly didn’t care what anyone else in that club thought of the way she danced. Rachel’s eyes were closed most of the time when she wasn’t watching him playfully across the room. He always felt protective and watchful when she danced, but he knew tonight she needed him to watch over her and protect her so she could have her fun.
Rachel smiled when she saw he had moved closer through the tables toward her side of the dan
ce floor. She shimmied and dipped down, rolling her hips. She slid the backs of her fingers over her ribs and the sides of her breasts upward into her hair. That was a move he was particularly fond of, and he knew she knew it, too.
He was distracted by movement from the table of men, who he could see were enthusiastically enjoying the girls’ dancing. One of them was even waving a dollar bill. The girls ignored them, and one of the men rose from his seat and began to make his way toward the edge of the dance floor, toward Grace. She hadn’t noticed him yet. Shit. A split second before Eli made his move, he saw Ethan step up to the man.
Eli hadn’t even realized it when Ethan came to stand near him, watching over the girls also. Ethan wanted his customers to have a good time, but not that good, especially where his woman was concerned. The poor guy had come to within a couple of feet of Grace when Ethan clapped a hand down on his shoulder and spoke in his ear. The man threw his hands up immediately in a gesture of surrender and backed away at the look in Ethan’s eyes. Eli grinned, relieved he wasn’t the only one with a fucking Neanderthal residing in his psyche.
The men at that table settled down when they realized they’d been mistaken in thinking the girls were dancing to entertain them. Ethan approached the table and shook hands with a couple of them, pointed at the group of girls, then gestured at the other territorial looking men positioned around the dance floor.
Every one of those girls was being watched over by the object of her affections and was not available for their enjoyment. Ethan hailed a waitress and ordered them complimentary drinks to soothe any feelings of disappointment. Eli smiled, thinking how smooth Ethan was at his job because none of the girls was ever aware of what could have become an ugly scene if the men had touched one of them. He thought Grace might have had an inkling as she glanced over at Ethan, then at Eli. He smiled at her, and she went back to her fun.
The other men relaxed visibly and went back to watching their ladies but moved protectively closer to the dance floor. The girls were safer than if they’d been inside FortKnox. The final chorus thumped, hips were swaying, and shiny curls bobbing as Eli reached the edge of the dance floor. The girls laughed and blew kisses at their happily tortured men, ignoring the others who watched appreciatively.
Another song began as Trace Adkins’s grinning face appeared on the video monitor over the bar. The girls all cheered for Ethan, who had a knack for picking songs for Grace to dance to. They began to dance to the slightly faster beat as “Honky Tonk Badonkadonk” played good and loud.
Rachel put her hands on her hips and shook her moneymaker, edging slowly through the group until she was directly in front of Eli. She danced right up to him and even brushed him with her breasts as he stood perfectly still. His cock pounded against his fly as he watched her tempting erotic movements. Rachel shimmied all the way down facing him, eye level with his cock, then moved slowly back up, brushing against him again as if she were a professional exotic dancer.
His woman was incredibly beautiful and sensual in her movements and his throbbing, insistent cock was negotiating with his weakening resolve like crazy. Moving like this, she had to feel better. She was so tempting in that dress, and he noticed the shoes again, and fu-huck his determination truly began to crumble. How she even stayed upright with her heels perched so precariously high, her legs looking ten feet long, was beyond him. Damn!
Rachel turned her back to him again and shimmied her ass within inches of the erection she’d made eye contact with moments earlier when she’d dipped for him. Eli stood through the song, hands on his hips, watching her and tightly reigning in his control.
As the last chorus began to play, she became bolder, smiling at him and giving him a come-hither look over her shoulder. She allowed her luscious ass to accidentally bump against his thighs as she dipped again. She turned without ever rubbing against his erection, because she wasn’t that cruel, and faced him. Placing her hands on his abs, Rachel and her hands up and over his pecs as she moved with the beat.
She dipped and rolled her hips again, sliding her hands over his shoulders. Of their own volition, his hands reached for her hips and stroked over them, grasping gently as she swished them in front of him. His fingers slid over her ass as she moved. Fuck, but she was hotter than hell tonight!
As the song faded, she smiled up at him, and her fingers trailed down to his hips, her movements slowing until she breathlessly allowed him to pull her into his arms.
He growled in her ear as the club cheered the girls’ efforts. “You are the hottest fucking thing in this place, Rachel. You’re not leaving my side the rest of the time you’re here. I don’t want to have to kill anyone tonight. Damn, but you’re beautiful. You and the other girls are going to have to stay near your men tonight, or there are going to be fights breaking out all over the club.”
Rachel’s eyes glowed with blue fire as she looked up at him. “You’re not mad, are you? That I danced so suggestively for you? I really let go.”
“I know, and, no, I’m not mad at you. But any man comes near you and he’s liable to lose a limb or worse.” He gently pulled her to him, and they walked back to the front. Eli ordered her another Coke after he helped her into her chair and smiled down into her radiant face. “Now, how am I supposed to let you leave by yourself tonight?” he asked, hands on his hips, standing in front of her.
“Don’t think about it right now. I’m not leaving for a while. It’s only nine o’clock,” she said, checking her watch.
Not for the first time, Eli wondered how his jobs and his odd hours would affect their lives. He enjoyed working for Ethan and Ben a lot. Most of the time, Eli felt like he worked with them and not for them. Rachel never complained about his hours as a bouncer or the challenges inherent to that line of work, trusting in his abilities. If anything, she seemed to have more of a problem with the tower climbing work. Maybe down the road changes in work would come, but for now, he didn’t want to rush into more. The next item on their agenda was a change of address.
Rachel had cleared a little time off on Wednesday afternoon, and they made an appointment with a friend of Rachel’s who was a real estate agent. She had a list of properties to show them, some with houses and others without that they could build on. This was where the tower work came in so handy. He charged premium rates for climbing, and that money would help make building a home of their own a reality that much quicker.
Rachel leaned against him as he sat next to her, and he kissed the top of her head, breathing in her beautiful womanly scent. She looked up at him and smiled. “I finished the novel today.”
“You did? Congratulations, that was fast!” he said admiringly as he kissed her forehead and hugged her.
“It literally flew from my fingertips once I got started. After I re-read it and check it for errors, I’m going to submit it for publication and see what happens from there.”
“My wife, the bestselling author,” he said, looking down at her proudly.
“That sounds heavenly coming from you. Calling me your wife like that. No one has ever called me a writer, either.”
Eli didn’t pretend to be interested in her career as a writer. He did care and loved seeing her live out her life-long dream. He laced his fingers in hers, and they chatted with Mike about his wife and kids and the wedding.
* * * *
Across the club, Ethan looked on with amusement as he kept an eye out for Rachel’s approach while Grace and the girls planned a bachelorette party for her. Grace had her phone to her ear, brainstorming with Kelly. Rosemary, Kathleen, and even Corina, who Grace had taken under her wing because of Brice’s clear interest in her, sat together at Grace’s table all in cahoots with each other. Ethan considered Brice his friend, and so for Grace it was only natural to go ahead and claim the little sweetheart who had caught his eye as one of the girls.
Grace looked at Ethan speculatively then winked at him and blew him an air kiss. “I don’t know. He’s right here. I’ll ask. No, I can’t ask Mike. H
e’s over talking with Eli and Rachel right now. Let me ask. Hold on.”
Ethan drew closer to her, and she asked, “Are there going to be strippers at Eli’s bachelor party? Kelly says no strippers for our party if you aren’t hiring one for Eli.”
Ethan shrugged and looked at Adam and Jack. “What do you think?” He didn’t want to get crossways with Rachel, but he knew they’d keep Eli out of trouble. “What if we went to a strip club instead of hiring a specific stripper?” he asked.
She returned the phone to her ear, repeated his question, then nodded and looked up. “What if we took Rachel out to Morehead and did the same thing? What would Eli say?”
Ethan thought about it for a second. He somehow doubted Eli would have a problem, but on one condition. “What if one of us went with your group and one of you went with our group, sort of as chaperones? Plus, that way, you would have a man to watch over you and keep you safe. We could hire a limousine, so none of you had to drive.”
“I like that idea!” Grace said with a twinkle in her eye. “But how do we choose? All of us want to go to the party.” She didn’t like the thought of anyone missing out on the fun.
“Oh, I think whoever goes as a chaperone will be shown a good time, but we could draw straws,” Ethan suggested.
“No need. I’ll volunteer to go with them,” Adam said, grinning at Grace as she smiled devilishly at him and then winked.
Ethan had a feeling Adam was willing because he wanted to watch over Grace as much as Rachel and not because he planned to enjoy the bachelorette party. Although, Grace did have a way of making everything fun. Shit, maybe he should have volunteered for chaperone duty.
“Good,” Ethan said. “Then you pick someone from your group to come with us. We’ll keep her safe and make sure she enjoys herself, too. She can keep an eye on Eli for Rachel while Adam watches over Rachel. Fair enough?”
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