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

  “I love your breasts, Grace, did you know? They fill my hands, just slightly overflowing, begging to be nibbled on. I can feel your nipples through the fabric. They’re getting even tighter right now. Can I reach inside?”

  She dreamily nodded, and he unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt and slid his fingers inside her sheer ivory lace bra. He squeezed her breast gently, which drew a hot, rushing response from her pussy. He groaned softly, pressing his erection against her derriere.

  “Yes, baby, so warm and lush.”

  Grace was hardly aware when Jack took the platter with the chicken breasts on it and used a fork to place them in the heated oil as she stood there enjoying Ethan’s attention.

  “Couldn’t you just feast on them, Ethan?” Jack asked as he moved the chicken around the skillet.

  “That I could, Jack. Do you think Grace would like it if I did?”

  “I think you would do it just the way she likes it. I’ll bet she’s warm just thinking about it.”

  “Getting warm, Grace?” Ethan whispered then brushed his lips against her earlobe, sending a pleasant shudder up her spine.

  With a loud gulp, she replied, “Very. You say the sweetest things to me. You feel so good holding me like this, but I can’t touch you. I need to wash my hands.”

  Ethan released her slowly, and she moved to the sink. Jack came beside her, cupping one cheek of her backside in his hand as Ethan tended the chicken. She scrubbed her hands clean and shivered as the tip of Jack’s tongue tickled the outer edge of her ear. He nibbled her lobe, which made her giggle and shudder deliciously again. A soft wave of happiness wove itself into the currents of desire between them as she reveled in the easy way they allowed her to move from one man to the other.

  “I love that sound, darlin’.” She turned to look up into Jack’s eyes and kissed him. Her hands slid up his chest as she gently undulated her pelvis against the bulge at his groin. He groaned softly and said, “I’m so glad you’re here, Grace, so happy you want us, this. I love you.” He leaned his forehead against hers.

  Just then they heard the squeal of tires and a car engine rev as a vehicle flew past the ranch house. She glanced out the front windows in time to see Patricia’s car shoot down the driveway at top speed, barely missing Adam’s work truck as he returned home.

  Jack sighed and shook his head. “Angel must have told her she’d worn out her welcome. He told me earlier today that he would. He also wanted me to tell you his decision had as much to do with her habits and behavior as with your presence here.”

  She bowed her head a little. Regardless of how much she disliked the woman, she still hated being the reason she was now homeless. Jack slid his fingers into her hair and tilted her head back to look into his eyes.

  “You are not responsible for her unhappiness, Grace. Please don’t be upset.”

  “Because of me she has no home now. And Angel will be lonely.”

  “Angel would not have sent her away empty handed. She will go to one of her girlfriend’s houses or show up at the home of whichever of the men she’s been hooking up with is most likely to take her in.”

  “But I placed Angel in a very uncomfortable situation. He’s probably unhappy with me right now.”

  Jack shook his head and grinned. “Your need for Patricia to be gone helped him more than it disappointed him. Now he will be free to find a woman who is worthy of him. As a matter of fact, he seemed mighty interested in one today.”

  Grace giggled in delight. “Jack Warner, did you play matchmaker today?”

  “I sure did, darlin’.” Jack grinned, winking at her.

  Adam walked in the door, two shopping bags from Macy’s and a plastic garment bag hanging from his fingers. “I hope that female tearing out of here like a scalded-ass dog is a sign that she won’t be back unless it’s to pack up her stuff,” he said hopefully.

  “Angel told her this afternoon she’d worn out her welcome at the ranch. She can’t have been too surprised.” Ethan stole a peek in one of the shopping bags and grinned.

  Adam’s eyes immediately found Grace at the kitchen counter, where she still stood in Jack’s arms. He laid the garment bag over the back of one of the chairs in the living room, put the shopping bags down, and lifted her up as she came eagerly into his arms.

  “What have you been up to, big boy?” She wrapped her legs around Adam’s waist.

  “Is it just me,” Ethan asked with a soft groan, “or is that move one of the sexiest things you’ve ever seen?”

  She kissed Adam tenderly, then laid her head on his shoulder and smiled at Jack and Ethan.

  “You mean the way she wraps those long legs around his waist? I could hammer nails with my cock right now just watching her. Feels good, Adam?” Jack asked.

  “Mmm, a nice and warm welcome to come home to, baby.” He cupped her ass and pressed her pussy to his groin. She squealed when the position caused close contact with her clit, and the men chuckled.

  She turned her head and whispered softly in his ear so only he could hear, “Just wait until after those test results come back, honey. Then I’ll give you a whole new definition of a warm welcome.”

  She flicked his earlobe with her tongue and then nibbled lightly. She giggled delightedly when a very clear growl rumbled from his chest, setting off a flurry of pulses in her pussy. His strong arms squeezed her gently and then put her down. She drew him into the kitchen.

  “What are you up to, Grace? It sure smells good in here,” Adam said as he lifted the lid on the sauce, sending a fragrant cloud of steam into the air.

  “I’m cooking supper tonight. Just something simple,” she said, turning a chicken breast. “I want to let this simmer for a while. You know what they say. Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly.” She looked straight at Jack, licking her finger after sticking it in the sauce.

  “There she goes again with those sexy food innuendos,” Ethan said, tasting the sauce. She turned the heat off under the chicken breasts in the skillet and put the lid on to keep them warm.

  “So how’s June?” Ethan grinned as Adam brought the Macy’s bags to the marble counter top.

  Adam looked pleased with himself. “She was glad to hear everything was to your liking. She was happy to help me find some more things for you. I hope that’s okay, baby, that I went shopping for you. Next time I’ll take you with me, but I wanted to do this and knew that June would steer me right.” He watched her face as if he was worried she would think he was being presumptuous.

  After going shopping at an expensive store for her? Puh-lease!

  Adam’s eyes were hopeful as he looked down at her and reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “Anything you don’t like, we’ll take back and exchange. June said that wouldn’t be a problem.”

  She peeked in a bag playfully. “Whatcha got in there?”

  She had him pull it out piece by piece and hold everything up to show her. Adam seemed to like her in bright, clear colors and jewel tones. There were jeans, dressy tops, casual tops, skirts, a couple of dresses in different lengths, and an array of bras, panties, thongs, and other lingerie, some of which made her positively blush—a black shelf bra, matching garter belt, and G-string. Wow!

  “You’re going to spoil me.”

  “That was my plan.” Adam kissed her again. “You haven’t seen the shoes yet.”

  She squealed and clapped her hands. Adam had hit her hot button. Shoes. There was a pair of dress boots with a very stylish heel trimmed with straps and buckles, another pair of elegant dress shoes in a silver strappy design, and a pair of the shiniest, kinkiest black platform Mary Jane pumps she’d ever seen with a half-inch platform and at least a four-inch heel and straps over the instep. Grace had never owned shoes like that but knew what they were called and what they would look good with. These were “fuck me” shoes, and she imagined wearing them with the shelf bra, garter belt, and G-string.

  She lifted one out of its box and held it up in the light, turning it. Sh
e heard one of her men gulp audibly and glanced at them. Their eyes were on the shoe, but they weren’t seeing the shoe. They were imagining her in it. Yeah, they knew what it would look good with, too.

  Now that would be a fun evening.

  Wait till Charity got a load of these!

  “I’m not sure I have the ankles for these, but I’ll give them my best shot, Adam. Thank you for everything, baby. I love it.” She smiled at his relieved look, kissing him sweetly.

  They helped her carry it all back to her closet, and she put all of it away. When she was done, it was time to put the chicken into the sauce and serve supper.

  “We have something we want to show you and get your input on,” Ethan said as Jack went into the office and brought back a sheaf of large pieces of paper and laid it on the counter. They served themselves from the stove and brought their plates to the table.

  While there were no overtly sexual comments made, gradually over the course of the meal, the mood between the four of them changed. One would stroke her hand or arm occasionally, while another would gently caress her back. She couldn’t look into their eyes without seeing the desire and love shining there.

  “What did you want to show me?” she asked as they cleared the table and wiped it clean. Jack brought the plans and the blue bag to the table. She recognized the logo on the bag and smiled. Jack laid the sheaf of paper on the table and opened it to show her architectural blueprints. Unsure of what she was supposed to be seeing, she looked up at Jack, confused.

  “We are going to remodel upstairs into a master suite for you, with a large bedroom and sitting area, a combination dressing room and walk-in closet, and a master bath with large walk-in shower and king-size Jacuzzi tub.” She sat speechless as he pointed out what they planned to do upstairs then told her when they would start, how long it might take, and what elements they were going to need her input on. She stopped him when he mentioned a fireplace.

  “A fireplace? In the bathroom? Really?”

  “Sure, can’t you picture yourself lying in the tub, gazing into the flames from the fireplace? It would be open on the bedroom side of the suite, also, so that you could enjoy it from the sitting area as well. What do you think?”

  “I think my men take spoiling me to not just another level, but another universe. You can afford to do this?”

  “We wouldn’t do it if we couldn’t. But we want you to understand it’s all for you. Upstairs would be your space. We would hope to spend as many nights there as you’ll let us, but you can also have time totally to yourself, or with just one of us, that would be fine, too.”

  She thought back to her night alone with Jack and quivered at the notion of spending time alone with each of them there. Plus, with all that space, there would be plenty of room for the four of them, except for one thing.

  “I am concerned about one thing, guys. Jack, I know your bed is a king-size, but I don’t think a king-size would be big enough for the four of us. It will get crowded, and I’d want us to be able to sleep comfortably, too.”

  “We have something else for you to look at.” Ethan slipped more print-outs over to her. They were illustrations of a beautiful bed in a medium-toned oak. The stylized posters that mirrored the sleigh bed’s curving silhouette and the canopy with gauzy drapes were incredibly romantic.

  “Our friends, Wes and Evan Garner, build custom furniture. You can change the wood or the color if you’d like something different,” Ethan said, showing her a few other options. “Your bed is a one-of-a-kind creation. There won’t be another one like it.”

  “Y’all designed this bed?” She was in awe they would go to that much trouble for her.

  “Ethan drew the plans with our input,” Adam said, “and we gave them to Wesley to work on. This is what he came up with. The design looked like something you would enjoy.”

  Breathlessly, she replied, “It’s perfect. It’s just what I would want my fantasy bed to look like. The canopy is a beautiful touch. I’ve always wanted something like that. Romantic but not prissy. I love it.”

  “Wesley said he can also make a dresser or chest of drawers, or whatever you might need to go with it,” Jack said.

  “You spoil me, boys! This is all such a shock. A fireplace in the bathroom? A custom-made fantasy bed? What’s next?”

  “You tell us. We’re ready to spoil you some more,” Adam said, rubbing her back.

  “Remember I told you that I might stop by the jewelry counter at Stigall’s while I was in town with Angel?” Jack grinned at her obvious excitement.

  “I’m dying to know how that went. Did you see Teresa?” she asked eagerly, wanting details.

  “Yes. She helped me find the perfect thing for you. Angel helped, too. She’s quite a saleswoman and a great friend, I think. Angel and she seem to have developed a little chemistry.” Jack quickly filled Adam and Ethan in about his matchmaking expedition earlier that afternoon.

  Grace rubbed her hands together, eager to see how things turned out between the two of them. “I knew I saw a spark between the two of them that day.”

  “I have your earrings, plus something else she thought you might like.” Jack placed the bag in her hands.

  She lifted out the smallest box first and opened it. “I love these. Thank you. What’s in the other box?” She suddenly felt nervous.

  “Open it and find out. It’s all right, darlin’, I just wanted to surprise you a little bit. We didn’t realize we’d be double-teamin’ you with all the gifts. I think it will look beautiful on you.”

  Grace’s hands shook a little as she unwrapped the box. Once the paper was off, she set it gently on the dining table. She hesitated briefly before she gently lifted the lid on the velvet box and gasped.

  She stuttered and looked up at him in surprise. “The pink topaz! You bought me pink! You bought me pink!” She ran around the table to him, threw her arms around his neck, and covered his face with little kisses. “You bought me the pink topaz set!” She kissed him some more and hugged him.

  “Dang, this is how she reacts when we buy something pink,” Adam said.

  “I’ll make a note.” Ethan chuckled.

  “I take it you like the pink topaz, yes?” At her teary nod, Jack handed her his handkerchief and said, “You can have the ring sized to fit whichever finger you want to wear it on. I’m glad you like it so much. I haven’t seen it on you yet, but I can tell you this, Grace. You will look beautiful in pink, any shade of pink. Haven’t I always told you I like you in pink?” he asked, teasing her now.

  “Yes, but you were always referring to my cheeks. I never wear this color.”

  “I know, and we want to see you in it more.”

  “Or less.” Adam gave her a crooked grin. “Oh, look, there go her cheeks again!”

  She blushed even hotter. She went to all of her men and kissed them tenderly, one at a time, on the lips. She took her time and stoked some embers in all four of them.

  “I’m blown away by all of this, guys. You really want me to stay if you’re willing to do all the remodeling.” Reaching for Jack’s hand, she said, “You understand what that pink topaz set actually represents to me, Jack, and I appreciate what you’re trying to say to me with it. I’ve been wrong about a lot of things, and I’ve wasted a lot of time worrying what other people think about me.”

  Jack drew her to his side and squeezed her waist. “I think it’s time our little darlin’ relaxed a little. Why don’t we fill up the tub for Grace?”

  “That sounds like a good idea.” Ethan got up to attend to that task. She kissed Jack and winked at Adam then went to her bedroom. She heard the rush of water as the tub began to fill.

  She put the dark blue velvet box on the dresser in her bedroom then went into the bathroom. Ethan reached into a drawer and pulled out her hairbrush. She unbuttoned her top and slipped it off, leaving it on the counter. He stood behind her as she faced the mirror, and she watched him as he brushed her hair out, gently stroking his fingers through it. The
repetitive action was almost hypnotic. He made eye contact with her in the mirror and smiled. Not his usual playful, mischievous smile. This smile was warm and radiated from his heart, and vulnerability was in his eyes. She was mesmerized. Finally he placed the brush back on the counter.

  She took a clip from the drawer, deftly twirled the length into a knot at the back of her head, and clipped it into place. As she raised her arms to do this, he reached in front of her. She gasped at the jolt of heat his gentle fingertips speared through her. He slid them down her abdomen, and she leaned back against him and slipped her fingers around his neck and into his hair. He maintained eye contact with her the whole time, loving her with his eyes as he loved her with his fingertips. His warm, sensual lips brushed lightly over her shoulder as his fingers slid to the waistband of her jeans.

  He lowered her zipper then parted the fly, his fingertips searing hot through the thin fabric of her thong. The humming in her clit increased to a decadent rhythm, singing in her blood. His fingers slid down inside her jeans to the tops of her thighs, pushing the denim down a little. His fingers glided back up around her curving hips, along the waistband of the thong, then back down over her ass. He pushed her jeans down with the backs of his hands, getting the job done but guaranteeing maximum contact with her skin. His fingers gripped both cheeks gently but firmly, and she inhaled sharply and felt a rush of damp warmth to her pussy. She watched him in the mirror through half-lidded eyes and could see clearly the heated desire on his face and the caged strength in the rippling muscles of his arms as he stroked and squeezed her.

  He knelt behind her, lowering the jeans, tickling her when strands of his hair whispered against the backs of her thighs. He held the bunched up jeans down as she stepped out. This was Ethan, caring and yet so intense at the same time, doing the little things for her. Ethan, the lover, knowing the catastrophic effect his fingertips were having on her. Her heart pounded, and her body ached for his touch.