The Divine Creek Ranch Collection, Volume 1 [Book 1 - Divine Grace, Book 2 - Her Gentle Giant, Book 3 - Heavenly Angel] (Siren Everlasting Collection)

by Heather Rainier

  She stood and climbed into the bed and beckoned him to lie down with his head on her pillows. She slid a hand under his knee to lift it aside and climbed between his powerful thighs. His breathing had become shallow and rapid. Wanting. In the moonlight, she got her first good, leisurely look at his magnificent cock, simply beautiful, fully erect, and tremendously thick.

  “I want to suck your cock for you. Will you let me do that?”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Like he would say no?

  “Yes, darlin’, please.” His voice shook with anticipation as he lifted his heavy, hot erection off his belly for her. His cock throbbed and wept a drop of cum for her. She leaned down and turned her head and he could see her face as she prepared to take the head between her lips, her sweet blue eyes locking with his.

  Jack watched Grace’s angelic face as her full, pink lips parted, opening to receive his cock. He couldn’t stop himself from crying out at the sweet sensation of her hot mouth. Her tongue flicked out, laving back and forth over the sensitive underside and down to the base. The feel of her silky tongue was almost enough to undo him by itself. She worked up the head again, her lips parted and he watched in utter rapture as his cock slid inch by inch into her warm, wet mouth.

  Agony and ecstasy washed over him at the feeling of his cock being engulfed in her hot little mouth. His breathing was nothing more than low, ragged moaning. She hummed quietly in response over his cock, sending vibrations down through him as she suckled up and down with her lips drawn tightly over him. She wrapped her soft hand around the base of his penis and began to slide it back and forth in the same rhythm as her lips, squeezing and pulling on him gently. The need to thrust was irresistible. She closed her eyes as she continued and took her sweet time torturing him until he knew his release was close.

  “Darlin’, you’re doing that so good, I’m not going to last much longer.”

  She looked up at him, her blue eyes illuminated by the moonlight, and she smiled at him. Even with his dick in her mouth, he could see the smile in her eyes—eyes so full of love. His balls drew up and the muscles began to tighten in his back and his legs. He knew he was about to come but she showed no signs of backing off.

  “Oh god! You’re gonna make me come, darlin’. You’ve got to let go!” He was stunned when she held on to him, instead of releasing his cock. A searing bolt of lightning shot down his spine and gathered in his balls, ready to explode. She increased her suckling just a little. It was too much and just enough to send him over the edge. He let out an agonized yell as he came, surrendering his cum to her mouth. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her face as she received each pulsing stream and swallowed every drop.

  Licking gently, she cleaned his sated cock. Her angelic face was a picture of blushing ecstasy. From beginning to end, that had been about him, his need being filled. He lay there slack-jawed. Awestruck.

  When he was finally able to speak, his voice was rough. “That was— You are amazing, Grace. Amazing.” He couldn’t believe she hadn’t stopped, had swallowed his cum.

  “Thank you. I’m glad I did okay. I’m not very experienced with blow jobs.” She sat up, a soft, lovely blush still evident on her cheeks.

  “Well, I’d never be able to tell. Damn. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy, darlin’.”

  “Just love me and spoil me,” she said teasingly as she grabbed a pillow and lay down at the foot of the bed, spreading her soft thighs so he could see her warm, wet pussy glistening in the moonlight. Beautiful.

  * * * *

  She was filled with wanton boldness as she spread her legs for him. A shiver ran through her as he sat up and his face was hidden in shadow.

  He reached out a hand and slid it down her inner thigh. “Would you like to come like the other night?”

  What a silly question. It was like asking if she could use a million dollars.

  Of course! ”Make me come hard for you, honey.”

  And he did. Twice.

  She experienced another first that night—the joy of quality time alone with Jack. “I feel happy and torn, all at the same time,” she said with a shiver as he slid his fingers up and down her torso in a tickling touch. His fingertips sent waves of chills and goose bumps up and down her abdomen.

  “Why, sugar?” he asked and grinned at her gasping cry when he touched a particularly sensitive spot.

  She chuckled softly with him at the way her body involuntarily responded to him. “Because I’m so in love with all three of you, and I’m enjoying this time alone with you so much. I just want to wrap myself around you and stay that way all night. Those feelings are having a conflict.”

  “None of us expects you to be able to share all of our time, the four of us together. But just because you spend an evening alone with one of us, like tonight, don’t think that you’re going to be on the outs with Ethan and Adam until they get the same amount of time with you to themselves. That would be a childish attitude for us to adopt and tiresome for you to keep up with.”

  “I’d need a day planner just for that schedule.” She giggled.

  “Yeah, and we’d prefer to be a little more spontaneous than that.” He trailed his fingers over a little spot that, when he touched it right, made her back arch ever so slightly. He chuckled when it happened again, making her shiver.

  “Darlin’, just do what feels most natural and comfortable for you. If we begin to feel a need to be alone with you, we’ll let you know. The same applies to you. You have a different relationship with each of us, and your body responds to each of us differently. There may be something that you need that only one of us can give you. You seem to like the way I strum your sweet spot to orgasm. If that skill was something you wanted from me on a particular evening, you could ask for it from me, whether we were alone or all together. The same goes for that talented tongue of yours. Once I tell the others how generous you are, they will want you to show them as well. Would that be all right with you?”

  “I think I could handle that.”

  “We would also understand if you don’t feel like swallowing every single time. You may spoil us by doing that, but we’d understand if you didn’t always feel up to it. The same goes for when we’re making love to you. You are not obligated to make love with all of us every night. We won’t let you push yourself like that, especially in the beginning. You’ll need some time to adjust to our sizes, but that’s what lubricant is for,” he said, grinning devilishly at her.

  “Jack,” Grace whispered, thinking about that subject, “your cock is very big and beautiful. But…It’s so large.” She covered her cheeks and felt how hot they were. She was glad the light was dim.

  “You say the nicest things, darlin’,” he said, kissing her before continuing. “I’m glad you like it, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re very ready for me, and I’m positive it will fit just fine.” He pressed against her hip. She breathed a sigh of appreciation, reaching out a hand to glove him.

  “Are Ethan and Adam similar in size?” she asked in a breathy whisper, listening to his rough breathing as she continued to slide her closed hand back and forth over him.

  “We are all unique. I think you’ll be very happy with your options.” He moaned as her tongue descended on his head, licking at the droplet that glistened there.

  “This is an option that I think I’m going to be very satisfied with. Did you know I fantasize about what your big cock will feel like the first time you slide it into my pussy? I think I’ll come right on the spot from the feeling.”

  She grinned wickedly when he gulped and moaned right before her mouth descended over his head again. She slid as far down his cock as she could, sucking gently as she slid back up, swirling her tongue around the ridge again before releasing him with a slight popping sound.

  She felt a range of emotions as she watched him receive what she offered. She experienced a rush of primitive and possessive lust, like he was hers. And she felt the tenderest of love feelings for him that he
needed this from her, placing that power in her hands.

  Her mouth descended over him again, and he cried out, “Sugar, your hot little mouth is like heaven.”

  She giggled and moaned a little in response to his reactions and verbosity. She didn’t break contact again to say anything else. She took her time, learning every solid inch of him, in no hurry to bring him off. She did this for him to thank him for the explosive orgasms he’d given her a little while ago.

  At least this time she hadn’t cried when he brought her to her release. She realized that bout of tears had been building up in her for years before he finally burst the dam on them. She sucked on the head, sliding her wet lips back and forth, and gradually worked up to a steady rhythm, torturously slow at first, listening to his encouragement as she continued with a slight increase in pace.

  His fingers gently cradled her head as he whispered beautiful, erotic words to her. He cried out in a hoarse voice as he came again, her mouth receiving each spurt of his cum.

  She was happy she’d discovered something she could do for him that no one else had. On an analytical level, she failed to see what the big deal was about swallowing his semen. He feasted on her, seeming to especially enjoy when he made her come hard, and took all of it in like it was the sweetest honey. He seemed to love it and took a lot of masculine pride in wringing it from her with his talented fingers and mouth.

  Gone was all the sexual tension between them, replaced by a comforting serenity. She was entwined in his arms, enjoying the feeling of his lips as they kissed and nuzzled each other, lazily stroking.

  “Why don’t you go to sleep?” Jack murmured. “After you drift off, I’m going to return to the couch, so if you wake up during the night and I’m not here, you’ll know I didn’t leave.”

  “Why? You’re already comfortable.” She laid her hand over his on her breast, squeezing it.

  “Because, darlin’, I have a feeling I’ll wake up at full attention. With your warm, tender body snuggled so sweetly to me, my cock may act for its own benefit before I’m fully awake. You’re so sweet and warm, I’m hardening again at the thought of slipping into that silky wetness between your thighs. I still want to save that for later.”

  “I understand, Jack. Do you need—” she began to ask, very impressed with his stamina and his ability to get her wet and warm with mere words.

  “I want you to rest. You’re going to be a zombie tomorrow if I don’t let you sleep, and so will I. My cock will have to behave. Try to sleep.” He kissed her temple.

  She drifted off, her head pillowed on his bicep, breathing in his masculine scent, clean and unique to him. His strong but gentle fingers stroked over her shoulder and down her spine. Cuddled so closely in his embrace, she felt peaceful and secure. She prayed for a lifetime of nights drifting off just like this. She burrowed a little closer to his shoulder and kissed his chest and sighed softly as she felt his lips against her hair.

  She awakened the next morning to the alarm clock on her phone chiming. As she turned it off, she heard the shower running and remembered that Jack spent the night and he was still there. She stretched and yawned, then realized she smelled fresh coffee. Now that was something she could get used to, a man who made the coffee in the morning. Grace was not a morning person and had to have her coffee before she felt like herself. To have it waiting for her when she awoke was love on a basic level. She looked over, noticing he’d left a steaming cup on her nightstand. She grinned. If making the coffee was love, then this was surely foreplay. What a man!

  She sipped from her steaming mug, propped up in bed, when he came out of the bathroom fully dressed. He gave her a crooked little grin, and she felt her heart do flip-flops. She was so smitten with this man. He sat down next to her, a cup of coffee in his grip. When he sat, the comforter fell down from where it had been covering her breasts. He leaned over and kissed her. His gentle callused hand slid from her cheek, down her throat, and over the swell of her breast. He cupped the globe in his hand, and his thumb gently rubbed over her nipple. Her eyes rolled a little, and she sighed in pleasure. His touch communicated itself to her pussy with a rush of heat and moisture. His gaze was so sweet and tender, so in love, it made her eyes prickle slightly with tears. He spoke after a few moments.

  “When I think of you today, which will be often, this is the image I’ll have in my head. You, all sleepy-eyed and warm from being under the covers, your beautiful breast in my hand,” he murmured as she drew a shaky breath. She knew she needed to get up, but this moment was too precious and fragile to break. He leaned in and kissed her sweetly on the lips.

  “What’s on your agenda?” she asked as he sipped his coffee.

  “I have to visit a couple of jobsites today, see if they are on track after all the rain the other day. Then I’m going to work with Angel. Will you be at Harper’s all day?”

  “Yes, we have a big job with a deadline. I may need to work a little late, depending on how busy we are during the day.”

  “I’ll check in with you around lunch and see how you’re doing. Don’t pack a lunch. I’ll bring you something, okay?”

  “You spoil me rotten, Jack,” she said, to which he chuckled.

  “I think you are the one doing the spoilin’, darlin’. I’m just looking for reasons to see you during the day.”

  “Well, then I must be doing something right because I love the attention.” She leaned forward and put her arms around her knees.

  “One of us will come and stay with you, depending on how things go today and schedules. I’ve got to run home and change into fresh clothes, but I’ll see you in a bit. Will you be all right here?”

  “Yes, it’ll only take me a few minutes to get ready. You don’t have to worry. Owen was never an early riser. He won’t be around.”

  “Then let me kiss you, and you can get started. Be safe.” He leaned forward on the bed to kiss her. Her palms came up to hold his whiskered cheeks, and she kissed him back sweetly.

  “I love you, darlin’.”

  “I love you, Jack.”

  * * * *

  Grace stopped to take a couple of Tylenols before lunch because her head was throbbing.

  “It’s the barometric pressure, baby,” Martha said when Grace came back to the break room for a bottle of water. “It will get better in a little while. You need to take a break?”

  “No, it’s not that bad. I’d rather push through and get this order finished.”

  Martha patted her back. “I think we’ll be done before we close. I’d like to be home and hunkered down if storms are gonna blow through. Are you going straight home after work?”

  “Yes, I did my grocery shopping yesterday,” Grace said as she returned to the work room.

  “After the storms hit, I’ll bet your head will feel better, honey. Oh, look, you have company.” Rose pointed out one of the windows.

  Jack’s SUV had just pulled up. He looked particularly handsome in his denim work shirt, jeans, and work boots and wearing his straw cowboy hat. He must have just come from one of the local Mexican restaurants because he had two big plastic bags with their logo printed on them.

  “He told me he’d come by for lunch.” Grace held open the door for him. He smiled when he saw her and kissed her full on the lips, lingering just a second before he came through the door.

  “Hope y’all are hungry because I brought lunch for everyone.”

  Grace chuckled as the ladies made a fuss of Jack’s kindness. His phone rang as he sat talking with them after they were finished. He looked at caller ID and then said, “It’s my sister. I’d better take this.”

  Grace watched him walk out of the break room and saw a hint of worry on his face.

  Jack’s sister, Anne, was still staying with his dad, watching over him, making sure he ate properly and got out enough. Grace knew they were worried about him isolating himself and his health going into decline. Jack had told her that he’d been doing fairly well, going every morning to drink coffee with hi
s good buddies at the Dairy Queen on Crockett Street. Doing that gave Anne a chance to grocery shop, run errands, or have some time to herself.

  Jack returned to the break room. “That was Anne. Dad had a little fall. She’s taking him to the ER to get some stitches and get checked out. I’m going to meet them there.”

  “Did she tell you what happened?” Grace got up from her chair. An elderly person falling could be a very serious thing, becoming complicated very quickly.

  “He took a tumble from a step ladder,” Jack looked worried. “He was outside painting shutters and lost his balance. She didn’t know until he came inside looking for a paper towel to blot the blood off his arm. It sounds like he got banged up a little, and she wants to make sure he’s okay. She’d rather be safe than sorry, and I agreed.”

  “Let me know if I can do anything, Jack. Will you call me when you know more?”

  “I sure will, darlin’.”

  She walked him out to the vehicle and kissed him good-bye.

  “That’s a good man, Grace,” Rose said when Grace returned to the break room. “You’ve really been blessed with him in your life. Hold on tight. It’s too bad about his dad. I know how he feels because I worry about my mom, too.”

  They went back to work and managed to be done by closing time. Jack called during the afternoon from the hospital. His dad had needed some stitches for the big gash on his arm and a cut on his head. They were giving him fluids because he’d been a little dehydrated.

  He told her Ethan would come stay with her that evening. Even with all the worry over his dad, he took the time to arrange that. She understood their concern and knew they needed to be sure she was safe, although she thought it might be a little overkill. She couldn’t complain too much because she was enjoying the time spent alone with them. Maybe she’d have the opportunity to make it worth the trip for Ethan, she thought with a smile as she headed home.

  The sky grew dark, and thunderheads were piled high in the atmosphere. Before she left work, she listened to the weather radio and caught the announcement of a severe thunderstorm warning and a tornado watch for their county. It started to rain as she pulled into her driveway, great big fat drops that stung when they hit. She popped open her bright pink umbrella and ran up the steps under the porch. As she turned around to close her umbrella, she saw Ethan pull up in his truck. Perfect timing.