The Divine Creek Ranch Collection Volume 4

by Heather Rainier

  Boone moved behind her. “Ready?”

  Maya let out a deep, happy sigh as she laid her head flat against Richard’s chest and wiggled between them before holding still for Boone.

  Boone crowded her back entrance, and she quivered around Richard’s shaft as Boone breached her opening. Maya pressed her breasts against Richard’s chest and gasped as Boone took her a little at a time. Richard groaned at the tightness and struggled to contain his release as it threatened before they’d even gotten started.

  He watched Maya, which didn’t help his fight for control, as she released a sexy moan. He could faintly hear the sounds of the parade going by on the street outside as Boone drew her hair over one shoulder, baring the other for his kiss as he thrust inside her. With each stroke he took more and more of her ass as Richard held back with great difficulty. Finally, Boone nodded at him, and they began to move inside her, gradually establishing a sensual rhythm as she moaned and wiggled between them, slowly finding her place in their dance.

  “Not gonna last much longer,” Richard growled as he held on to her curvy little body and thrust in and out.

  Maya bit her lip and murmured her agreement as her pussy drew as tight as a vise around their cocks. Her movements became more forceful and wild as her orgasm approached.

  Boone mashed the two of them against the wall and ground out in a guttural, lustful tone, “I love fucking your ass, baby. I want you to come for me.”

  Her high-pitched panting cries turned to howls of ecstasy as she obeyed his command and looked up at Richard with undiluted pleasure in her eyes.

  “Yes, honey. Come for us,” Richard murmured as he kissed her temple and the tear that leaked from her eye.

  Unable to hold back any longer, he tightened his arms as he and his brother raced toward orgasm. His balls drew up tight, and the searing sensation zipped down his spine as his release gathered and shot from his cock in powerful, jetting streams. His head fell back, and he didn’t even register pain when it bounced against the wall. He only felt pleasure and a deep connection with her as his release continued to pump into her with each fierce thrust of his hips.

  Kendall reminded Richard of his presence as he chuckled lustfully and murmured, “Now that was red-fucking-hot.” He stood nearby, filming them with Maya’s little video recorder at her earlier request.

  Maya turned her head, looked at him, and giggled. “Yes, it was. When we talked about this adventure, I neglected to consider one thing, though.”

  “What’s that, honey?” Richard asked as he kissed beneath her jawbone.

  “I would need to be able to walk afterward.” She giggled. “I can’t even feel my legs.”

  Boone replied, “We’ve only been in here twenty minutes. Nobody is beating down the doors so we can take a few minutes to catch our breath. Damn, that was hot, baby.”

  A rosy, post-orgasmic blush colored Maya’s cheeks and spread down her throat and chest, and she sighed blissfully as she rested against Richard. Boone pulled from her ass, removed the condom, and retrieved the Ziploc bag containing the wet wipes.

  Maya watched and chuckled as he cleaned up. “You thought of everything, didn’t you, Boone?”

  Boone smirked and replied, “Ménage sex in an elevator. I figured these would come in handy.” He handed the wet wipes to her and placed the used items in the bag.

  Richard pulled from the sweet haven of Maya’s pussy and took the package of tissues from Boone. “Damn, where did you store all this stuff?”

  Boone smiled and pointed at his shorts. “Cargo pockets. Plus they’re cooler than jeans.”

  Richard cleaned up and helped Maya as she did the same, steadying her so she didn’t fall over. After he handed her the bra and G-string, he pulled his T-shirt back on and tucked it back into his blue jeans and zipped up.

  The scents of passion and sex filled the air as they put themselves in order. At Boone’s nod, Richard reached up and peeled the yellow sticky notes from the cameras and Boone hit the “Lock” button on the elevator. They all assumed casual we-didn’t-just-have-wild-sex-in-your-elevator stances as it descended to the ground floor. They had no way of knowing if anyone suspected that the elevator had been occupied while it was “unavailable.”

  The doors whooshed open, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when they peered out and no one was there. Maya waved and blew a kiss at one of the elevator security cameras, and then they scooted quickly from the building. Feeling satisfied, Richard couldn’t help the big grin plastered on his face as they rejoined the crowd in search of cotton candy and a porta-potty.

  * * * *

  Jayne Sheridan fanned herself as she sat in the folding chair between her cousin Grace and Seth Carter. Her heart hadn’t settled into a regular rhythm since Seth had sat down beside her.

  He turned to speak with one of the men and, her eyes were drawn to his arm, perched next to hers on his chair’s armrest. Up close, his tattooed skin looked nothing like what she would’ve expected. She wasn’t even sure what she’d expected. The tattoos were monochromatic, black with gray shading, and very intricate. The unusual design drew her eyes inexorably up his forearms to his lean, muscular biceps. She unconsciously leaned in to get a closer look and her fingers twitched with the desire to run a finger along his smooth skin. He cleared his throat and she looked up into his faintly amused blue eyes. Unsurprisingly, words failed her and she looked away.

  Think of something to say. Anything! The parade will be over soon and you might not have another chance.

  Sucking it up, she turned to him and asked, “Did it hurt?” right as a member of the local lowrider club, driving a customized 70s-model Chevy Impala, slowed to a halt in front of them. He turned up the volume on his sound system and “Low Rider” by WAR blasted from his speakers. She groaned softly, thinking Seth hadn’t heard her and she’d have to pretend like she hadn’t asked him a stupid question.

  Of course it hurt, you ninny.

  But Seth must’ve known she was speaking to him because he leaned close and said, “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

  Miss Tongue and Miss Lips forgot how to function as a unit when she inhaled his manly, clean scent. His long, black hair wafted in the breeze and caressed her cheek as she looked at his profile. Words failed her, again, and Jayne wanted to crawl under a rock.

  She mutely stared as the diffused sunlight illuminated his blue eyes until he finally turned to look at her. She suddenly forgot how to swallow and choked on her own spit.

  Oh, kill me now!

  Grace patted her back, and Jayne put her hands over her face and wanted to die of embarrassment. Seth leaned forward, looking at her with sincere concern in his eyes.

  “Are you all right?” he asked quietly.

  Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she settled back in her chair and wiped stray tears from her eyes. “Yes. I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.” Yes, you do, you big dolt. You choked on your drool! Get a grip!

  She was grateful for the distraction when Maya, Kendall, Boone, and Richard arrived laden with bottles of water and cotton candy for the kids. Mutely, she nodded when Grace softly asked if everything was all right. She sipped from her water bottle and figured she would wait five minutes then make her pathetic loser excuses and walk the few blocks back to her house. She wasn’t even surprised by today’s outcome. Par for the course for her social life.

  Seth turned to her and short time later. “The lowrider made it impossible for me to hear you earlier. What were you trying to say?” He didn’t act as though she’d just royally humiliated herself or try to hide the concern that was still in his eyes. He merely chose not to remind her by overlooking it. He really wanted to know what she had said.

  Jayne took a deep breath.

  You might as well chat with him. It’s not possible to humiliate yourself further. Wait, don’t say that…

  Feeling a little more at ease, she replied, “I asked if it hurt.” She pointed at his wrist. “But that’s a stupid question,
isn’t it?” She hoped it didn’t make him uncomfortable to point out his tattoos.

  Giving her his full attention, he shook his head. “No. Some hurt worse than others, depending on how many nerve endings there are and how close the tattoo is to a bone or joint. None of it was unbearable.” As he spoke, he showed her the image on the underside of his wrist and then turned his arm so she could see the rest. There was so much to see she couldn’t take it all in at once.

  Not sure if she hid her inward cringe at his description very well, Jayne asked, “Was the pain worth it? It must’ve been a struggle to sit still through that.”

  Seth contemplated her words stoically for a few seconds, but when he looked back into her eyes, she thought she saw the hint of a smile. “Some things in life are worth the struggle.”

  Jayne nodded and sat back as his words echoed in her thoughts. She had personal experience with struggles. When the parade drew to a close she stood and folded her chair as the others made preparations to leave.

  Grace turned to Jayne and said, “Instead of walking back for your car, do you want to just ride out to the ranch with one of us? We’ll give you a ride back into town whenever you’re ready to go home.”

  Jayne hated to be an inconvenience to anyone like that and started to shake her head. “It won’t take but a few minutes. I’m only three blocks away.”

  Gaining her immediate attention with a gentle hand on her bare upper arm, Seth said, “Would you like to ride with me, Jayne?”

  Just about anywhere you want to take me, handsome.

  She looked at where he gestured behind the flatbed trailer to a sparkling, well-maintained motorcycle parked in a row with two others. She recognized the Harley-Davidson emblem on a chrome part and bit her lip.

  Grace asked, “Ever ridden on a Harley before, Jayne?”

  Jayne stifled a gasp at that question because Grace already knew the answer. Since making the move back to Divine in February after the breakup with her rather staid former fiancé, Jayne had spent a lot of time getting caught up with her cousins. She’d heard about a lot of their escapades, and they knew all about her lack thereof.

  “No, I haven’t.”

  Grace didn’t even bother trying to hide her Cheshire cat grin. “Seth is a very responsible rider. I’ll bet you’d enjoy it. He even has an extra helmet, don’t you, Seth?”

  Seth appeared to suppress a chuckle and glanced at Grace before nodding at Jayne. “Yes, it just so happens that I have an extra helmet in one of my saddlebags. A little bird told me one might come in handy if someone needed a ride out to the ranch.”

  Grace giggled, sounding unrepentant. “See, Jayne? It was meant to be. Save yourself the walk on such a hot day. Seth will keep you safe.”

  Jayne weighed her options. The thought of riding on the back of Seth’s Harley both scared and exhilarated her. Just the night before she’d told herself that she needed to start living some of the adventures she wrote about on paper. The thought of refusing him and walking home made her sad, and as she looked up into his clear blue eyes, she saw a trace of some emotion. He was so serious, she almost missed it. Hope? Well, if nothing else, the ride would be great research.

  Grabbing at the opportunity, she replied, “Sure. I’ll ride with you. But I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before.”

  Seth nodded. “Not a problem. I’ll give you the quick tutorial but you’ll see that it’s not that big a deal. I’ll take good care of you.”

  Jayne bit her lip and felt heat creep into her cheeks as she thought of having her body wrapped around him in a slightly different way. Her pussy clenched with a wave of longing as she imagined how he could take good care of her.

  Grace took the folded chair from her that she’d forgotten she was holding and winked as she nudged her to follow Seth. “Have a good time and don’t worry. He’ll take good care of you.”

  Jayne smiled at the gentle reassurance she saw in Grace’s eyes. She might be an unrepentant matchmaker, but Jayne knew Grace genuinely cared about her happiness and safety.

  * * * *

  Seth led Jayne over to his Harley Softail and caught the uncertain look in her eyes as she gazed at the bike. Experience was the best teacher, so he figured the best thing to do was give her the basics quickly and get on the road before she had a chance to overthink it and become fearful.

  He removed the extra helmet that Grace had asked him to bring, sparing a kind thought for that little matchmaker, and held it out to Jayne. “Pull your hair back and slip that on.”

  “Will I be okay in these shorts? Aren’t I supposed to be wearing boots and jeans or something like that?” She pointed at his raggedy jeans and shitkickers.

  Seth shook his head. “We’re not going to be on the road for that long. If you were my girlfriend I’d have an easy solution for that but…you’ll be okay as long as you keep the soles of your shoes on the foot rests and away from the exhaust pipes, which are going to get hot.”

  “I feel silly with this big thing on my head,” she said as she pulled the helmet on.

  “You look safe, though. That’s the important thing. It does feel funny if you’ve never worn one before but you look fine.” You look beautiful, staring at me with those soulful eyes. I should’ve asked you for that ride yesterday. “You don’t have to lean with me when I turn, just look the direction we’re turning in and I’ll handle the rest. One more thing.” He looked at her long reddish-brown hair flowing in the sudden breeze.

  “What’s that?” she asked as she fiddled with the visor.

  “Your hair is going to get windblown on the way to the ranch. Do you mind if I fix it so that it’s not a mass of knots by the time we get you there?”

  “Umm…Sure,” she replied, looking uncertain.

  Moving behind her, Seth scooped up the thick, silken mass of her wavy hair and began twisting it into a long rope. “This is beautiful,” he murmured, more to himself than her. He’d been right the day before. With the sun shining on it, the deep natural red in her long brown hair was brilliant.

  “What? I didn’t hear you. I had the visor closed.”

  Leaning so he could look over her shoulder, Seth smiled and said, “I just commented on your hair. It’s beautiful.”

  Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and she offered him a small smile. “Thank you.”

  “It’s so long, you would break it trying to brush out all the knots if we didn’t do this,” he added as he continued twisting it until the rope coiled up around itself into a knot. “This is going to feel weird but it’ll keep your hair safe. Hold still. See? Justin is doing the same thing for Charity.”

  She looked over to where Justin and Charity Connors and Eli Wolf were preparing to get on their motorcycles and ride out to the ranch as well. Rachel kissed her husband good-bye after loading baby Levi into his car seat in her Tundra. Justin was doing the very same thing for Charity’s long, golden-blonde hair.

  Seth took the knot and gently pushed it up into the back of her helmet, being careful to not pull the hair from her scalp. Once the silky-soft strands were secured, he helped her with the chin strap and then held out his hand. “Ready?”

  Jayne bit her soft, pink lower lip and nodded her head, suddenly seeming determined. “Yeah.”

  After climbing on the bike to steady it, he assisted her in boarding behind him and helped her get settled. He smiled at Charity when she gave him a knowing smile and a “thumbs-up” when he started his bike. All three Harleys roared to life within seconds of each other, and he felt Jayne suddenly quiver and draw close behind him. He flipped the visor on his helmet closed, concealing his smile and his enjoyment of the benefits of her reaction.

  He reached back to pat her silky calf reassuringly and yelled, “Hold on to me.” Tight as you want, honey.

  She did just that, and he suppressed a groan as her full, round breasts pressed against his back. All either of them wore was a thin cotton T-shirt, and he had to resist the urge not to rub against her as sh
e got settled.

  She slid her smooth, pale arms around his middle, and he hoped that she’d put on sunscreen before she’d left home. He’d ask her when they arrived at the ranch. It would be a shame to see her milky-white skin burned by the sun. He eased out of the parking spot and approached the exit. When traffic was clear, he turned onto one of the back streets to avoid the floats and extra traffic on Main and made his way toward the farm-to-market road that led out to the Divine Creek Ranch. He couldn’t ever recall anticipating such a short ride as she scooted even closer and pressed her body against his.

  Chapter Five

  “Well, would you look at that,” Rosemary Garner said with a giggle as they caught up to the three Harleys cruising down FM 709. “Seth Carter has got Jayne on the back of his motorcycle.”

  “Who?” Evan asked as he drove down the road, headed toward the Divine Creek Ranch.

  “Jayne Sheridan. Grace and Charity’s cousin. She moved here from Houston in February. Remember, I told you she was—”

  “Oh, that’s right. The librarian?” Wes supplied from his seat beside her.

  Rosemary nodded. “She’s kind of shy. I’m surprised he got her on there.”

  “I’m glad he had a helmet for her,” Evan said. “Seth’s a pretty good guy. Good tattoo artist, too,” he growled as he flexed his bicep for her, showing off the black tribal tattoo Seth had done for him a couple of months before. Rosemary made like she was going to take a bite.

  Evan chuckled. “Hungry, Rosie Posie?”

  Rubbing her slightly queasy stomach, she shook her head negatively and took a sip from her water bottle.

  Wes leaned forward and looked at her with concerned green eyes. “You okay?” Wes was always the first to notice when any little thing bothered her.

  Rosemary smiled at him reassuringly. “It’s just the heat. It makes me a little queasy.” The temperature was supposed to be in the triple digits by later that afternoon, so it was understandable, and Wes seemed satisfied with her answer.