Sparks Fly! A Divine Creek July 4th Family Reunion [Divine Creek Ranch 11] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  It was true that Gage and Duke took huge risks with these “special” bucket list endeavors. But when Emma became an old lady, she’d be able to look back and say that she’d embraced life and squeezed every bit of excitement out of it.

  But by damned, if the town doctor gets arrested for public lewdness then I get “purple alligator” dibs for a decade!

  They returned to their table, and she sipped her fresh drink while she waited for Gage to make his move. He and Duke seemed to be in cahoots, communicating nonverbally with looks and gestures. Her panties got damper and damper as she sensed their tension building.

  Duke rose from his seat. “Em, I’ll be right back. Stay here with Gage.” He made his way to the men’s restroom.

  She sat there waiting, growing wetter by the minute. Gage slowly slid his fingertips up and down her thigh, barely slipping beneath the hem of her strapless sundress before sliding back down again. As part of “purple alligator,” she couldn’t ask any questions, so they were all rattling in her head. Gage looked at the screen of his cell phone, grinned, and held out his hand as he stood from his chair at the tall table.

  “Ready?”

  “Oh, you have no idea.” She smiled at people she knew as Gage led her across the club just as the lights were dimmed for a slow dance number and en masse people rose from their chairs to go dance to the popular song.

  Well done, Gage!

  With his hand on her lower back, Gage directed her to the women’s restroom. “Go in, slip off your panties, and wait for us.”

  More hot moisture seeped from between her swollen lips as she did what he’d asked, and she barely resisted the urge to slide her fingers through it to relieve the ache a little. About ten seconds later, both of her men slipped inside and locked the door.

  “This is going to be your fastest orgasm on record, Emma,” Gage growled as he grabbed her, pressing her up against the bathroom wall, and kissed her like he was starved for her.

  Her heart pounded as Duke kneeled in front of her and pushed the hem of her dress up until it was tucked in the empire waist. Doing so exposed her bare, soaked pussy to his heavy-lidded gaze.

  Gage pulled the smocked, elasticized bodice of her strapless dress down, and both men latched on to her sensitive girlie parts both above and below her waist at the same time. Her head fell back against the tile wall, and Gage reached up to cradle it for her as he voraciously sucked on her nipples, sending a spear of lust straight to her clit.

  Gage said this would be fast, and they made a believer out of her as arousal skyrocketed inside of her. She’d never thought that her nipples were that sensitive, but they’d proven her wrong in the last few months.

  Duke slid two fingers inside her quivering cunt, and she moaned at how quickly the tempest rose inside her. Duke’s scruffy beard tickled her mound as he licked her clit in a sensual, circular rhythm while playing counterpoint with his fingers inside her, rubbing her G-spot. They were both on her hard and fast, and she felt like her insides were blazing. As if on some unspoken cue, they switched places, Duke’s fingers slipping out to be instantaneously replaced by Gage’s.

  Gage quickly said, “Hold her head so she doesn’t hit it again,” before sucking her rapidly throbbing clit into his hot mouth.

  Duke glanced up at her and gave her his naughty little grin, his gray eyes twinkling and maintaining eye contact as he latched on to her diamond-hard nipples. When she smiled at him, he slid his fingers through her long, dark hair to cradle her head and let go of her nipple long enough to give her a tender kiss. She tasted her own essence on his tongue before he returned his hungry attention to her nipples.

  With his equally talented fingers, Gage got her hips flexing and rocking with his attention to her G-spot as he lapped and teased at her clit. Her cunt drew up, and the turmoil increased inside her as her orgasm crested. She heard a sound and wondered if someone stood outside, wondering why the door was locked. She imagined their ear was pressed to the door and her pussy clenched as she realized they might have a key. If they had a key they could come in…and watch.

  Her entire pelvic region throbbed along with her galloping heartbeat, and she whimpered. “It’s here, it’s here. Don’t stop! Oh! I’m coming!” The tension in every muscle suddenly sprang free, and her cunt pulsed with each rhythmic wave of her climax, and she cried out, not caring if anyone heard her or not.

  Gage not only didn’t stop, he redoubled his efforts, as did Duke until she went limp between them. Dimly she was aware when Gage whispered, “Raise a foot, angel.”

  She did as he asked then realized Gage was helping her with her undies, which she must’ve dropped when they attacked her. He was helping her get dressed again as Duke gave her breasts a few final kisses and then pulled up the bodice of her dress.

  Duke peered into her eyes. “Need a minute?”

  With undoubtedly dazed eyes, Emma nodded her head and smiled. “Yup.”

  Gage chuckled as he rose to his feet, licking his lips like the cat that had gotten into the cream, after fixing the hem of her dress. He kissed her with unhurried tenderness and directed her to one of the stalls. “Take as long as you need. We’ll be waiting by the hall to walk you back.”

  “That’s a good thing because I’m not sure my legs are working. No more line dancing for me tonight.”

  “We’ll order you a soda,” Duke said softly. “You’ll feel bouncy again in no time, which is good because we’re not done with you yet.”

  Bouncy? What am I? Tigger?

  Gage nodded. “That’s right. The panties are coming back off and you get to ride Duke’s cock on the way to the apartment, and then you’re going to go cowgirl again with me while we lie out on the balcony.”

  “So that’s why you got all those potted ferns and other plants!”

  “Until we have a place of our own, it’ll be our little private outdoor bedroom.”

  “But someone might still see.”

  “I know,” Gage growled lustily. Emma bit her lip when she got wet for him all over again. “That’s what I love about ‘purple alligator.’”

  Duke reached for the latch. “We’d better go. We’ve already been in here too long. See you in a minute, Em.”

  She backed into the stall just as they opened the door and saw Duke wink at her as he pulled the “Temporarily Out of Order” sign from the door. They really had planned “purple alligator” out thoroughly. She was grateful no one was waiting outside the door to come in.

  Not ten seconds later, a couple of women walked in chattering. After catching her breath and taking care of business, Emma ventured from the women’s restroom. She found Duke and Gage chatting with Clay and Del Cook while Lily perched in Del’s lap looking very contented. Emma would’ve thought her men looked nonchalant, except that she’d spotted the telltale ridges of their erections inside their cargo shorts.

  Thank goodness for snug knit boxer shorts!

  She didn’t want any other women eyeing Duke and Gage’s boners but her. Her pussy wept hot moisture in agreement as she remembered Gage’s directive about what she was doing once they left the nightclub.

  Good thing I wore a dress, I guess.

  * * * *

  Jack Warner felt a tap on his leg and leaned toward Grace when she beckoned him closer. “Were they doing what I think they were doing?”

  The four of them had just watched Duke and Gage slip out of the women’s restroom into the shadowed hallway. Duke pulled down the paper sign he’d taped to the restroom door less than five minutes before. Jack thought Duke and Gage looked pretty damned pleased with themselves as they stopped to nonchalantly chat with Clay and Del Cook.

  Jack saw the merry twinkle in Grace’s eyes as she bit her lip, giggled, and gestured for all of her men to lean close so they could hear her. “What do you say we all sneak into Ethan’s office and redecorate it?”

  Ethan laughed. “The four of us in my tiny little office? ‘Wreck it’ would be more like it.”

  Jack leaned
in a little farther. “As fun as that sounds, it’s been a long day. You’ve got that lusty ‘ménage’ look in your eyes, darlin’. If that’s how we’re gonna play tonight, I want to be able to fall into a coma afterward and not have to drive home. You’d prefer it in your own bed, wouldn’t you?”

  “Honestly? I’m feeling a little like Sam-I-Am, honey. You could do me in the rain. And in the dark. And on a train. And in a car. And in a tree. You’re all so good, so good, you see!”

  Ethan burst into laughter. “Someone has been reading a lot of Dr. Seuss lately.”

  Grace snickered. “He just goes on and on and on, and my mind wanders sometimes.”

  Adam waved at their waitress and asked for the tab. “Why don’t we say good night and see how far we get down the road.” Adam said it with a wink directed it at Grace, which Jack knew boded well for whoever got to the backseat first.

  Jack was so grateful they’d learned the benefits early on of being as helpful as they could to Grace with the house and with the baby. The three of them were hands-on with Rose Marie to keep Grace from feeling overworked. Having a housekeeper saved the time she had in the evening after work for relaxing with her men. Less stress equaled more of Grace’s lovin’.

  Jack got up and helped Grace from her chair, and they bid everyone a hasty good night. As he passed Seth Carter, Jack noticed the tattoo artist was keeping an eye on Jayne, who was on the dance floor with his ranch hand Buck Turnsell. Jayne didn’t appear to be uncomfortable, but she maintained a ladylike distance with Buck. She might’ve agreed to dance with him, but it was pretty clear her choice was already made. Seth’s posture communicated that he didn’t take that for granted, which Jack appreciated since Jayne was his wife’s cousin. Jack laid a hand on his shoulder, and Seth looked up at him and reached out to shake his hand.

  “Jack, thanks for the invitation. I had a great time.”

  “Glad to hear it, Seth. You’re welcome out at the ranch anytime.” Nodding at Jayne on the dance floor, Jack added, “She’s a jewel.”

  She deserves someone who will treat her well. Especially after all that the sweet girl had been through.

  Seth nodded, agreement in his eyes, which immediately tracked back to her. Jack grinned as Grace slipped her hand in his.

  You may not know it yet, Seth, but welcome to the family.

  Jack had seen that look on Ethan and Adam’s faces when they’d been courting Grace, and he was sure they’d seen it in his too. Seth had stuck close to Jayne for the entire day, and even Jack, who was sometimes the last to know about stuff like this, could see that they were very attracted.

  As Adam passed him, he growled, “First one to the SUV gets laid.”

  * * * *

  Seth sat alone at the table nursing his beer and minding everyone’s drinks. All the other occupants of the table, including Jayne, were on the dance floor. Buck had politely asked Jayne if she’d liked to dance almost as soon as they’d arrived, and Seth hadn’t wanted to appear to be an asshole, so when she’d looked at him questioningly he’d nodded his approval. He wished now that he’d beaten Buck to the invitation.

  Her soft curves pressed against his back on the ride over had been enjoyable torture and he looked forward to holding her close to his front as they danced. She’d look up at him with those unusual blue-green eyes that harbored an intoxicating combination of eagerness and innocence.

  Her eye color fascinated him. If he looked deep enough, he could see blue, green, and an irregularly shaped ring of brown that blended the other two colors together. He’d had to stop himself from just outright staring at them when they’d been at the ranch. He could look into them for a long time and be perfectly happy, but he thought that had as much, if not more, to do with the emotions her eyes expressed.

  Prior to settling in Divine, he’d travelled on three continents because he’d wanted to gain experience in life and in his art. In the long run, what he’d learned was that life experience was overrated. Jayne was nothing like the women he’d grown accustomed to. The circles he’d travelled in attracted a certain kind of woman, and while they might’ve been eager, none of them had been innocent. There was something about Jayne that was fragile and pure, and brought out his protective instincts. His thoughts were interrupted when he was enveloped in a cloying cloud of perfume as a blonde sat down in Jayne’s seat.

  “You look lonely,” she said with an exaggerated Texas twang. The pouty pink lip-glossed look might have worked on some of the men in the club, but it did nothing for Seth. She looked awfully young for her collagen-enhanced lips and Botox smile, but to each their own.

  “Not really.” Seth’s gaze returned to Jayne as she chatted amiably with Buck on the dance floor. He no longer felt particularly threatened by Buck or Chad but wished the song would end so Buck would bring Jayne back to the table. Seth was more than ready for a dance with her.

  The young woman held out her ornately manicured hand as though she were offering it for him to shake it but actually expected him to kiss it. “I’m Presley Ann.”

  Seth nodded at her. “Hello.” He shook her awkwardly tilted hand and released it, surreptitiously wiping his hand on his jeans afterward in case her heavy perfume had rubbed off.

  “You’re that new tattoo artist in town, aren’t you?” At his nod, she said, “I’ve often thought of getting a tattoo, maybe something simple and sweet like a little angel or a heart.” She pointed to her darkly tanned shoulder.

  Sweet cheeks, at the first tingle of discomfort you’d go screaming to your mama and want to sue me for pain and anguish.

  He’d seen her type before. The screamers were the worst.

  Nodding at Buck and Jayne as they twirled by, Seth noticed the wary look in Jayne’s eyes as she spotted Presley Ann seated at their table.

  Pretty Jayne, don’t even go there.

  He didn’t want her to think he was interested in that woman, so he rose from his chair, intending to cut in. Buck would understand, and maybe he’d do Seth a favor and take over with Miss Presley Ann.

  “Why, I’d love to dance with you…” She let the sentence drift off, as though waiting for his name, but he didn’t offer it, thanking his lucky stars when Chad walked up and pulled out his chair.

  “Actually, miss, I’m going to cut in and rejoin my date out on the dance floor, but Chad will dance with you.” Seth looked hopefully at the ranch hand. Fast on the uptake, Chad’s rear never even hit the chair as he smiled at the blonde and lifted his cowboy hat. “Presley Ann, Chad Jordan.” After that perfunctory introduction, he strode to the dance floor as a Brantley Gilbert song began to play.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jack heard Grace burst into laughter on the sidewalk when the three of them broke into a run for Jack’s SUV as soon as they cleared the nightclub door. Halfway there, he stopped running, having realized she still stood on the sidewalk, chuckling, with her arms crossed beneath her luscious breasts.

  “Hah! Beat ya!” Ethan said triumphantly as he grasped the backseat passenger door before Adam. Intuitively, Jack walked back to her, and she smiled at him with a delighted twinkle in her eye.

  “Awful eager, aren’t you?” she said to the other two as they realized their mistake and walked back over to her, playing the apologetic schoolboys.

  “We’re sorry, Grace. We were overeager.” Ethan shoved his hands in his front jeans pockets.

  “We’re horny,” Adam admitted sheepishly.

  Grace glanced around discreetly. “You’re all going get some loving. No need to race to the finish line.” She reached for Jack, and he tucked her little hand into the crook of his elbow and helped her from the curb. It felt good to be the intuitive one for a change.

  He grinned at Ethan and Adam and gave them a “that’s what ya get for thinkin’ with your dick, son” look before hitting the remote on the SUV and tossing the keys to Ethan. He helped her in the backseat and climbed in beside her and closed the door.

  “Was that mean, to leave them standing th
ere like that? I don’t want their feelings hurt. I was just teasing.” Grace craned her neck to look out the back window where Ethan and Adam were talking to each other as they strode over to the vehicle. Jack smiled at her words because always uppermost in Grace’s mind was making sure that her men all knew she loved them each just as much as the others.

  “They know you adore them just as much as me. I’d be more curious about how they’re planning to make their little lapse in judgment up to you.”

  “Oh, that sounds like fun!” She wiggled in her seat next to him.

  Ethan pulled open the driver door, and Adam looked over the front passenger seat at her and said, “Jack, she still has clothes on. What’s up with that?”

  Grace said, “Your mother is at the ranch babysitting. I probably shouldn’t arrive looking like I’ve just ridden one of you on the drive home.”

  Adam winced at the thought and got in the vehicle. “Point taken. Make it quick, Ethan.” Adam got out his phone and sent a text, probably to his mom. Adam loved car sex.

  “I hope Rose Marie was cooperative at bedtime,” Grace murmured as she snuggled in his arms for the ride home.

  Jack kissed her temple. “She’s sweet like her mama. I’ll bet she did fine since that tooth came in.”

  Grace pressed her palm against her breast and grimaced. “Yes, I remember. She bit me.”

  “Poor Gracie,” Ethan said from the driver’s seat. “I saw you jump when she did that this afternoon. We’ll kiss it and make it all better for you.”

  Grace smiled up at Jack and laid her head on his shoulder as his lips descended on hers in a gentle kiss. Jack reveled in the sweetness of her mouth, stroking her velvety tongue with his. He was dimly aware of a cell phone ringing nearby.

  “Hi, Mom,” Adam said congenially from the seat in front of him, and Jack smiled at Adam’s undeniably hopeful tone. “Thanks, I appreciate you letting me know. All righty.” Adam ended the call and turned to face them. “Mom wanted us to know that Rose Marie is sleeping like a rock, she has the monitor turned on, and she and Dad are going to bed. She just wanted to check in and let us know everything was fine.”