The Divine Creek Ranch Collection Volume 3

by Heather Rainier

  “Oh. Kemp. Oh!”

  Kemp’s hands trembled as he held her hips, and his voice trembled as he said, “Damn. Hold on, darlin’. Don’t move. It’s so fucking hard to go slow. You feel so good.”

  Ace groaned beneath her but held perfectly still. When she looked up at him, he smiled at her and kissed her forehead. “You feel unbelievably good, Summer.”

  Kemp pressed his fingers to the inside of her ass cheeks and thrust gently in a rhythmic stroking motion, gradually sliding more and more of his enormous cock into her ass. She whimpered at the full, glorious feeling of having both her men inside her at the same time and pressed back until his hips finally nudged against her.

  Kemp withdrew slightly and thrust, his cock stimulating nerve endings as he moved within her. “Oh, yes. Yes!” She doubted she’d last long and thrust back against him on the next stroke. Ace growled deep in his chest and grasped her hips and thrust as well. The effort to hold on to their control was obvious, and she knew they wouldn’t get ahead of her and leave her hanging.

  Kemp thrust his cock deep in her ass and groaned as though he were in ecstasy. She braced herself on her hands at Ace’s sides so she had a little leverage, and Ace delved down to her pussy and stroked her clit. Her pussy clenched at the stimulation.

  Her control unraveled, and she cried out, “Yes, Ace. Don’t stop!” Almost of their own accord, her hips began rocking between them, as their thrusts reached a feverish pitch and she thought she might explode. “Yes!” Just a few seconds more.

  They thrust in tandem, and Ace grasped her throbbing clit between two fingers and stroked her firmly. Summer wailed until her throat hurt as she moved and rocked convulsively with each wave of her violent orgasm.

  “Oh fuck! Yes!” Ace threw his head back and howled as his release pulsed inside her and he thrust deep. Kemp trembled and groaned as he thrust hard two more times and pressed his forehead between her shoulder blades.

  Because he was so close to her, she heard his panting breath and beautiful, but very masculine orgasmic moan as his release hit him and his cock twitched and jerked with each spurt of his cum.

  Kemp’s breath tickled against her back before he finally sat up, still in his kneeling position behind her. He asked, “Darlin’, are you okay?

  She lay flat on Ace, unable to move yet, and blissfully murmured, “Mmm-hmm.”

  Ace stroked his knuckles along her cheekbone, and she was too dazed to open her eyes, until she felt cool metal slip onto the ring finger of her left hand. Kemp had retrieved the ring from the box and had slipped it on her finger, and now held her hand clasped in his.

  There was no hesitation in Ace’s tone when he asked, “No regrets about agreeing to marry us?”

  “None whatsoever. I love you both so much my heart wants to burst from the feeling.”

  Kemp leaned down and kissed her shoulder and said, “You’ve made us the happiest men on the planet, then.”

  She lifted her hand to look at the ring on her finger, and Ace took the opportunity to kiss her knuckles and add, “And we’re going to do our best to make you the happiest woman on the planet.”

  Like any other woman, Summer had dreamed and fantasized about this moment ever since she was a little girl. She’d dreamed of the wedding dress, the romantic ceremony, the flowers, the attendants, and even the cake. Her grooms, however, were beyond even her wildest fantasies.

  Epilogue

  The following weekend…

  Taylor Vance sat with his friend and his beautiful blind date at a table in The Dancing Pony, talking about work. His job consumed a lot of his time, and he loved talking about it. Jessica sat beside him after finishing with her important text message from work and listening intently as he explained the intricacies of designing the signal distribution for a high-end home theater system he’d recently sold.

  His coworker at Thorne Home Theater, Rachel Wolf, walked up and nudged him with her elbow as she interrupted him and said, “Can you not see that your date is bored to tears with your yammering on about amplifiers and subwoofers? You begged me to set you up with my friend and I did it, even though you were on my shit list for the way you acted with Summer. Major fuckup on your part, by the way. Your loss is their gain,” she said, gesturing toward the dance floor.

  He rolled his eyes at her pronouncement, knowing full well that Jessica was riveted by what he was saying, even though she was now looking in the direction Rachel was pointing. He squinted at the darkened dance floor and finally saw what Rachel gestured at.

  Summer Heston was on the dance floor, but he couldn’t see her very well for the two men she was currently pressed between. Adele’s “Rolling in the Deep” was playing so loudly he almost couldn’t hear himself think.

  Taylor said, “I thought this was a country and western nightclub. That doesn’t sound like country music to me.” The beat of the music throbbed in the air.

  Rachel shrugged dismissively and said, “I doubt Ethan and Ben follow anyone else’s standards but their own.”

  Taylor wondered how Rachel’s husband put up with her sassy attitude.

  Jessica turned to Rachel and asked, “Is she dancing with two men?”

  Rachel smiled broadly and replied, “Yeah. Her fiancées, actually.”

  Gasping, Jessica’s eyes widened, and she whispered, “No, really?”

  Rachel chuckled and said, “Really.”

  Jessica asked, “And she got them both to go dance with her to that song?”

  Rachel nodded and replied, “Yeah. I think they pretty much give her whatever she wants, judging by the size of that rock on her ring finger.”

  Just then, a popular song all the women in the nightclub seemed to enjoy dancing to started to play. Rachel asked, “Want to dance with the girls, Jessica? I’ll introduce you to Summer.”

  Taylor wasn’t done talking about the home theater system and was surprised by how fast Jessica hopped from her seat snuggled close beside him.

  She turned to him, patted his muscular forearm, and said, “I’m sorry, Taylor, but I don’t think this blind date is working out. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be sitting with Rachel and her group. It was nice to meet you, though.”

  As she turned away with Rachel, Taylor thought he heard Jessica call Rachel her wingman.

  THE END

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  Divine Creek Ranch 8

  Lydia's Twin Temptation

  Lydia Webster is stranded in west Texas, waiting tables to earn money to escape Fort Stockton and the clutches of her lecherous boss. Circumstances have brought the professional chef to west Texas and left her high and dry.

  Distance means nothing to Chance Carlisle when he recalls the beautiful waitress's smile and blue eyes. His brother Clayton doesn't believe in long-distance relationships, even though he is attracted to Lydia, too. Chance offers her a position as their chef, but it's Lydia herself who he wants. Despite numerous disruptions, the attraction between Lydia and Clayton grows, along with her love for Chance, until passion blazes out of control like a Texas wildfire.

  Lydia had longed for life in a small town and loves Divine, but there's just one catch. Her overprotective big brothers live in Divine, and there's going to be hell to pay when they find out why she's there.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 98,506 words

  LYDIA’S TWIN

  TEMPTATION

  Divine Creek Ranch 8

  HEATHER RAINIER

  Copyright © 2017

  Chapter One

  Fort Stockton, Texas, in early July…

  Lydia Webster trudged up the stairs, her footsteps echoing faintly on the metal steps. She’d hoped to be out of this shabby West Texas motel by now. It had been the best she could afford when she realized she might be stranded in Fort Stockton for a while.

  The perspiration trickled between her shoulder blades, even though the sun had set hours before. The heat was like a suffocating blanket, and
the news she’d just gotten about her 1973 Karmann Ghia only added to her misery. The mechanic had promised he could get her car fixed and running well enough for her to make it out of Fort Stockton, once she got together the money for the repair. He told her the car might run a while longer for short trips to work and home but it wouldn’t last forever as it was.

  She’d been saving the money to start over again somewhere else and had almost enough to strike out from Fort Stockton when her little red car had begun making a strange noise and smell. Her boss, Ruben Cortez, had suggested she run it by his cousin’s shop to have it looked at. She didn’t know any other mechanics in town, so she had done as he’d suggested and had been mortified at how much it would cost. The mechanic had told her that she might be able to drive it the way it was a while longer but risked permanent damage if she did.

  The repair would wipe out most of the money she’d saved so she’d have to start all over again. That would be hard enough without the threat of poor little Gunther, as she’d nicknamed the car years before, breaking down permanently hanging over her head. She had no idea what she’d do if that happened, but she knew she couldn’t put the decision off. She was either broke again or walking to work every day.

  Well, actually she did know what she’d do. But she was determined to make it on her own without help from her brothers, who’d taken it upon themselves to be her personal mother hens. She knew if she made a phone call right now, they’d be there in a matter of hours with a trailer to haul her and all her stuff out of this mess she found herself in.

  After her parents had passed away, her mom from cancer and her father from heart failure a few weeks later, she’d moved to Austin from San Angelo to attend the culinary institute. Her mom had instilled in Lydia a love for cooking and her brothers had wanted to help make her and her mother’s dream a reality. Ace and Kemp had set her up in an apartment and even handled the rent for her so she could focus on her schooling.

  She’d found a roommate to help cut down the cost, but the situation had never sat right with her, even though they insisted they didn’t mind. It didn’t escape her that during that time she’d felt accountable to them for her grades and progress at the institute. They’d also felt free to share their thoughts on anyone she dated while there.

  Hoping to avoid a conflict with them, she’d never questioned how it was that they always seemed to know who she was dating when they were way out in San Angelo. The answer would have pissed her off too much. Private-stinking-investigator-buttinski-brothers.

  Thinking of her big brothers, she had to fight the urge to smile because she knew their interference came from their hearts, despite how aggravating she found it. More often than not, they’d been right about the guys she’d dated not being good enough for her. Most of them had proved they were after only one thing.

  Whenever her brothers had called, she’d glossed over the pertinent details, managing to sound like everything was fine and she was happy with where she currently was. She was up a creek without a paddle if they ever paid a surprise visit.

  Lydia walked along the balcony outside the row of doors until she reached her own. Tilting her head back to ease the tired, sore muscles in her neck, she was about to insert the key in the lock when she noticed the door was ajar. Her heart lurched in her chest.

  Oh, what now!

  Cautiously pushing the door of her small hotel room open, she gasped at what she found. She listened for any trace of movement, but the room was deserted. The tiny bathroom was visible from the door, and when she saw that it, too, was empty she entered the room.

  Everything was gone. Stripped bare. Just…gone. She looked again at the room number screwed to the door to make sure she had the right one. The pleasant scent of lavender still filled the air, masking some of the musty odor of the old motel room, verifying that it was indeed her room.

  The last time Chance Carlisle had visited the Oasis Café he’d brought her a gift of lavender aromatherapy products and a beautiful silver bracelet. In light of her unfortunate isolation in Fort Stockton, the gift had made her feel special. She could still remember the hopeful look on Chance’s handsome smile when she’d tried the bracelet on.

  Her heart froze in her chest and cold chills spread over her skin as she slammed the door and rushed to the bed frame.

  “No, no, no, please no!”

  Lydia knelt and looked under the bed, reaching inside the box-spring for the plastic bag she kept her tips and that special piece of jewelry hidden in.

  She searched more diligently, thinking perhaps she’d placed it in a different spot after putting yesterday’s tips in it. No. It was gone.

  Frustration-induced tears prickled in her eyes. Crouching there in her faded tan waitress uniform, she cried wearily for a minute, wondering what to do next. Tears were useless and wouldn’t get her out of this mess.

  Lydia got to her feet, lifted the queen mattress, and tilted it off the bed against the wall. Her search had been frantic and she might have inadvertently knocked the bag from its normal resting place. She lifted the box-spring from the metal frame and closely inspected the underside. Since the cloth covering was already torn, she didn’t feel too bad about ripping it back a little farther. A glint of something caught her eye and she reached inside. Her lip quivered when her fingers came into contact with the cool, metallic object.

  More tears slipped down her cheeks when she realized she hadn’t lost everything. The plastic bag containing her money was definitely gone but the intricately crafted sterling silver bracelet Chance Carlisle had given her rested in her hand. Even though it was foolish of her to think it, she wished that he was with her right now. Being around that good-hearted cowboy made her happy, and she felt safe around him. Right now she didn’t feel safe at all.

  Lydia called the police and reported the robbery then returned the bed to order. She checked the motel room door, noting that the lock had not been forced. Whoever had broken in either had access to keys or tools that could unlock her door. It could’ve been anyone.

  There were no security cameras in the motel, and so there would be very little the police would be able to do to help her, but she at least went through the motions. Already resigned to it, she nodded when they sympathetically told her there was not much to go on in her case. They dusted the outside of the door and surfaces in the room for fingerprints and then left her to figure out what to do next.

  She was grateful at least that her rent was paid up for another two weeks. There would be time to earn the money she’d need for rent before it was due again, but it would mean eating peanut butter and crackers at mealtimes again.

  The thief had even taken her dirty clothes and her laundry basket, and Lydia couldn't understand why. She shouldered her purse and trudged to the door, thankful that today had been a good day for tips because she had to go to the store across the street and get some basics. They’d even stolen her lavender body wash and shampoo.

  At five o’clock the next morning, she woke to the musical alarm of her cell phone and made quick work of getting ready. She avoided thinking about the days, weeks, and months of drudgery that lay ahead of her. She’d cried herself to sleep the night before when it finally sank in that she was back at square one. She’d worn Chance’s bracelet to bed, taking comfort from the memory of its thoughtful giver.

  Chance had been thoughtful and kind to her on her very first day working at the Oasis Café. It must’ve been obvious to him that she’d had a long day, and she clearly remembered how much her feet had ached afterward. She’d waited on him and his companion as efficiently as she could, and after they’d left she’d discovered a one hundred dollar bill beneath his plate. The very next day she’d gone out and bought herself a decent pair of work shoes and blessed his name as she paid for them with the tip he’d left her.

  Whenever he rolled through town on a cattle run, with his identical twin brother Clayton along for the trip occasionally, it always brightened her day. The gifts he sometimes brought ha
d been a complete surprise but didn’t mean near as much as his sincere kindness and the playful twinkle in his piercing blue eyes.

  Even though she’d done her best to be a realist, she’d found herself looking forward more and more to his visits. The last time he’d bid her good-bye she’d wished she could go with him. Watching him saunter out of the door had made her heart ache a bit.

  It was pathetic to think that way because she was on her own in getting out of this situation, just like she was on her own in getting into it. Her brothers had told her of a chef’s position that was open in the little town they lived in, but she’d turned them down, needing a little space in which to forge her own destiny. She certainly had all the space she needed now.

  Praying as she walked out into the predawn darkness, Lydia made her way down the poorly lit stairs to her little Karmann Ghia in the parking lot. Gunther sat there waiting for her faithfully and she had to smile. Her brothers had rebuilt the engine and painted it for her, after picking the car up at an auction five years ago. Despite their overprotectiveness, she liked the reminder of them that Gunther represented.

  After unlocking the car, she plopped into the driver’s seat and stuck the key in the ignition, wondering what felt “off” about Gunther this morning.

  Turning the key, all she heard was, “Errrrt.”

  “Don’t say that Gunther, baby.” Sometimes it helped to sweet-talk him a little.