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 you, Adam. I love the things you say to me. Later, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, anything. I love you so much, baby.” She laid her palm on his cheek. “I’ll do my best to make you happy, Adam.”

  “You make me happy just being with me right now. I’m proud to be seen with such a fine woman. I’m the lucky one that you accept me and love me.” He kissed her tenderly as they danced. The song was over too soon, and Adam escorted her back to the table. He murmured to her, “I’m lovin’ those shoes on you, by the way. Very, very sexy, baby.”

  “Thank you.” She leaned her head against his shoulder before she settled in her chair again.

  “Come on, bathroom buddy,” Rachel said as she walked up to their table. “I’ll bring her back, gentlemen. Looks like there won’t be any smackdowns in The Pony tonight. Be right back.”

  As Grace walked with her, she said, “I saw you dance with Angel. You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

  “Oh, yeah, I’ve known him for years. We’ve been friends a long time, but he stopped coming in here when Patricia started in with her games. It’s great to see him have a good time.”

  “I think so, too. He works very hard at the ranch.” Grace waved Charity over. She introduced them as they went in the restroom together.

  Charity eyed Rachel with admiration. “I knew when she told me about you that I’d take a liking to you. Thanks for watching my sister’s back.”

  “Decent girls have to watch out for one another,” Rachel replied. There was nobody else in the ladies’ room at the moment, so Charity pulled Grace into the handicapped stall, giving them a little privacy but leaving the door open.

  “Okay, show me what you got going on under there, sister.”

  “Charity!”

  “I wanna see. Just a peek!” Charity whined.

  Rachel laughed and came over and peeked in the open stall door. “What is goin’ on in here? Show her what?”

  Grace and Charity grabbed Rachel’s arms and pulled her into the handicapped stall with them, giggling. Both girls’ eyes bugged when Grace carefully lifted her blouse to show them and then pulled it back down very quickly.

  Rachel let out a gasp. “Holy shit! Grace!”

  They all giggled loudly, and when Charity pointed at her skirt, Grace put out both hands in a swiping motion. “Uh-uh! No, no! I have on a G-string and a garter, and, no, you can’t see. I’m bein’ bad showing you my bra!”

  “I love that bra!” Rachel said. “Where did you find that?”

  “Adam bought it for me at Macy’s.”

  “Adam bought that for you?” Rachel smirked. “I’m impressed!”

  “He bought the entire outfit I have on, even these shoes.”

  “I want a man who knows how to shop for me,” Rachel said as they left the stall and she fluffed her hair in the mirror.

  “He’s out there somewhere,” Grace assured her.

  “I wish he’d get his fine ass to Divine,” she quipped, reapplying her lipstick.

  Charity stepped from the stall and washed her hands, and they left the bathroom. Everyone had returned to their table, even Ethan, when the next song started.

  Grace squealed happily and looked at her men who were suddenly mute. Charity looked resigned and rose from her chair alone, and Rachel was already headed to the dance floor, looking back to see if they were coming as “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” began to pound through the sound system. The guitars started the heavy beat. Bodies swarmed the dance floor.

  “Oh, hell girl, come on!” Charity yelled. “We’ll dance together and give them a show!” She unzipped a couple of inches on the zippered slits of her leather skirt.

  Justin just shook his head. “This is where the torture begins.”

  Lots of people headed to the dance floor as the song by Big and Rich began to play. Grace grinned cheekily at her men as she slipped away with Charity and followed Rachel onto the dance floor.

  “Come on, Grace, let’s see if you still know how to shake that moneymaker!” Charity hollered and cackled. Grace decided she’d show her and shut her up right quick.

  Chapter Thirty

  Ethan and six other men stood speechless, watching and drooling. Some with their mouths open. Charity and Grace proved that two-steps and waltzes weren’t the only thing they learned at the School of Modern Dance. Rachel kept up with them just fine, showing her own natural sense of rhythm. When the hips started dipping and rolling, Ethan reached over to close Adam’s jaw.

  Angel’s eyes were bugging slightly from his head, and he left the table to get another beer from the bar. Ethan watched with utter amazement at the sensuous, carefree way Grace danced with the other girls. The way she moved set his blood racing like a wildfire through his veins. His cock stood up tall and erect, howling for immediate action. Grace’s blonde curls bobbed and danced around her shoulders. Her arms moved in graceful arcs as she led with her luscious hips. Hips he remembered dancing and gyrating just for him this afternoon.

  She looked up and caught his eye and smiled seductively. Damn, could she read his mind? For someone who wasn’t sure about walking in those heels, she sure looked confident in them out on the dance floor. She kept eye contact with him and turned and wiggled her tush for him. He’d remember forever the joy and sass in her eyes, the playful sensuality in her dance moves. The song was over much too soon. No one made a pretense of having carried on a conversation when the girls returned to the table.

  Justin reached for his wife and said, “You still got the moves, woman.” Whatever he whispered in her ear afterward made her laugh and giggle. After Charity took a sip of her drink, Justin pulled her back to the dance floor for a slow dance. David, one of the men who had been talking to Jack, asked Rachel if she’d like to dance, and she nodded, smiling.

  * * * *

  “Where’s Angel?” Grace asked, looking around for him.

  “He went to the bar for another beer while everyone was on the dance floor,” Jack said.

  Grace sipped from her sangria and looked at her men. Their eyes were glazed with passion. “Did you enjoy our dance?” Grace asked and then added more softly, “I was really dancing for y’all.” She heard deep growls from all three of them and felt a responding rush in her pussy. More moisture pooled there, soaking her G-string this time.

  “Would you like to dance with me, Grace?” Ethan’s voice was like a sweet caress.

  “Always.” She took his hand as “Bring It on Home” by Little Big Town played.

  He wrapped her in his arms and spun her onto the dance floor before settling into a two-step. She loved to dance with all three of them. But when she danced with Ethan, it was like two people becoming one.

  “I loved watching you dance, Grace. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. You look stunning tonight, and dancing for us like you did made us want you so much it’s painful.” His strong hands slid up and down her ribcage, and she tingled inside at his touch.

  “What time will you be done tonight?”

  “Around one or so. It’ll be late when I get home.”

  “Not too late for me, honey. Come to me when you get home, will you?”

  “If you want me to, but I won’t wake you if you’re asleep.”

  “Fair enough, but I won’t sleep until you’re home.”

  “You should. You have work tomorrow,” he admonished gently,

  “We’ll see.” She tucked her head against his shoulder, bringing her arms up to his thickly muscled shoulders. His hands slipped around her hips and his fingertips brushed the top of the cleft of her ass. Intimate and so sweet. He leaned into her and kissed her deeply, not a friendly kiss, but a lover’s kiss.

  “The necklace looks good on you tonight. It flickers when the lights reflect off of it on the dance floor. Someone is waving at you.” He pointed at someone on the dance floor. Rosemary, the cute little brunette from O’Reilley’s, was dancing with Steve. Grace smiled wide at the friendly young woman and waved back before she disappeare
d in the crowd on the dance floor.

  “I met Rosemary in the restaurant tonight. She and her friends were sitting directly behind me. They complimented my necklace and shoes.”

  “Those are some sexy shoes on you, Gracie.”

  “Thank you. Maybe I’ll wear them for y’all at home, too,” she murmured seductively. “What are you thinking about?” She giggled, wiggling slightly against his insistent cock.

  “All the different ways I might take you, including with those heels still on.”

  “Oh!” She giggled softly. “Can you tell me? What are you imagining?”

  “Well, besides fantasizing about you in those heels with the lingerie you have on and nothing else, I get really hard at the thought of making love to you outdoors. Maybe we’ll build you a gazebo in the backyard. We’ll install nice deep benches inside it. At night, you and I can slip out there and get naked. We could also take a couple of blankets out to the glider rocker on the back porch, you could straddle my cock, and I’d rock you until you come for me.”

  “Oh, mercy.” She felt her cunt clenching and swelling. “What else?”

  “We might also use one of the saddle stands in the barn. I’d put a nice soft saddle on it and bend you over it, spank you if you’ve been naughty, and then fuck you from behind while I play with your clit.” Oh, merciful heavens! She was feeling very naughty! When he said fuck and clit, he whispered them softly into her ear so nobody could hear, and she felt moisture seep between her thighs.

  She turned to whisper closely in his ear, “Keep talking like that and I’ll come on this dance floor. What else?”

  “I thought I might tie you to my bed with your legs spread wide and introduce you to a sweet little vibrator and dildo I bought for you.” As he spoke to her, his muscular thigh slipped between hers. His leg brushed rhythmically against her mound as they danced. His fingertips subtly stroked her ass and her tailbone, sending warm shivers straight to her clit. Oh, goodness, he didn’t know how close she was, and if he kept talking…

  He maneuvered them to the darkest corner of the dance floor as he continued speaking. She knew he could feel her gasping breaths against his neck.

  “I’d use nice soft rope, and tie you up, and get you good and hot with my tongue. Then I would put your vibrator right between those petal-soft lips against your little clit and let it strum you until you came hard.” As he said the final words, he ground his erection against her aching clit, and at the same time, he brought one hand forward, maneuvered her so his back was to the wall and tweaked one of her throbbing nipples.

  She gasped as the tightening in her pussy began. He knew he almost had her when she missed a step in the dance, but he carried her through it and never stopped moving against her. She felt herself slide ride up to the edge and teeter, waiting for his word. “Then I’d take the nice soft dildo I bought for you, Gracie, and I’d slip it into your sweet-tasting little pussy. I’d slide it in and out while I push the vibrator against your clit, and I guarantee, just like now, that you’ll come for me.” He tweaked the other nipple.

  Her eyes slammed shut, her lips pressed together, and she locked her jaws to prevent the yowl that wanted to escape from somewhere deep inside her. She tilted her face toward his neck as he angled his head down. No one could see her face or they would have seen the ecstasy evident there. He kept them dancing smoothly as her tense body, struggling to betray no sign, rode pulse after pulse of her orgasm. Trying to hide her response only intensified her climax. She felt hot cream smearing her thighs as her pussy quaked and pulsed, drenching her G-string. She rode the wave down, and he clutched her tightly to him as she experienced her first public orgasm. “Then I’d lick the honey from your pretty little lips after I’d untied you. Then I’d cuddle you to me and hold you till you fell asleep in my arms. How was that?”

  “Oh, goodness, did anybody hear me?” She looked around, panicked.

  “No, not at all. No one could see your face. They would assume I was kissing you. It’s a good thing that everyone is wearing cologne, though.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it masks the scent of your sweet honey that I can smell now, like the sweetest perfume in my nose and mouth. Did you come hard?” he asked, nuzzling her.

  “So hard. That was amazing, Ethan. Thank you,” she said in a shaky voice, her legs weak, her hands shaking a little as she held on to him. Boneless and languid.

  “Do you need a break, Grace?” he asked as she began to melt in his arms.

  “Maybe the ladies’ room, for a minute. I’ll meet you at the table. Will you walk me? My legs are shaking.”

  He turned to escort her to the restroom. “I’m going to check the front, and then I’ll be back waiting for you here,” he said as he pushed the door to the ladies’ room open for her.

  “All right.” She needed to sit down somewhere private for a few minutes. She walked in and went to an unoccupied stall and locked herself in. After taking care of cleaning herself up a bit and using the facilities, she put her outfit back together and just sat for a little while longer, catching her breath.

  She was in awe of Ethan. He had a verbal power over her that astounded her. She knew her relationship went very deep with him and could not account for it. She was just as close to Adam and Jack, but in different ways.

  Grace stayed another couple of minutes, allowing her body to come down from the orgasmic high, the tingles gradually fading back to a soft hum.

  She needed to get back out there before Ethan and the others wondered if she was okay. She stepped out of the stall and checked her outfit in the mirror. Looking closely at her reflection, she realized she needed to touch up her lipstick. Her color was still a little flushed, but she could attribute that to dancing as much as anything else. Ethan said nobody had noticed, and she hoped he was right. After fluffing her hair, she left the restroom to find Ethan and ask for her evening bag.

  Another lively dance song was playing, and the club was very noisy. She returned to their table but declined when Adam stood to help her into her seat.

  “I need to get my evening bag from Ethan’s office.” She put her hand on Jack’s shoulder as he started to rise. “My lipstick is in it. Have you seen him?”

  Adam pointed toward the front, and she looked that direction and saw him at the bar talking to Ben and a customer.

  “Want me to go with you, baby?”

  “No, Adam, I’ll need to return to the ladies’ room after I get it. Stay here, I won’t take long.” She patted his chest in assurance and he returned to his seat.

  She carefully made her way through the thick crowd. When she looked to the bar across the club, Ethan was no longer standing in the same spot. She paused and looked around, then saw him talking with Angel and two other men nearby. She made her way through the people milling around and looked up just as he was called to the front by Rogelio, one of the night club’s bouncers. Ethan quickly excused himself from the group, and she admired his strong, muscular physique as she followed him to the front entry where the bouncers stationed themselves. She thought it odd that Angel followed closely on his heels.

  She paused, wondering for a second if it would be okay to follow, in case he was dealing with one of the girls who had been banned from the club. The fewer witnesses to that the better, she supposed. She glanced over at Rogelio and noticed that his eyebrows were drawn together as if he were watching and listening to whatever was being said. She drew closer as Rogelio put his hands on his hips and shook his head in disgust. Then she heard Patricia’s voice.

  Grace stepped to the entryway and took in the scene. Eli Wolf stood near the door behind Patricia, looking down at her with a frown on his face. She could tell it was Patricia but only by the sound of her irritating voice. Ethan’s body blocked Grace’s view from where she stood.

  “Patricia, you and your friends have been banned from the club. You know the reasons why. Please don’t make a scene,” Ethan said in a neutral tone.

  Grace stepped t
oward Ethan and Angel, but Rogelio gently touched her arm and held her back.

  “Ma’am, I wouldn’t. Why don’t you wait back here with me?” Rogelio spoke in a soft, polite voice.

  Ethan heard Rogelio speak and turned to see who was behind him. He smiled at her and was about to speak when he was interrupted.

  “Yes, Ethan, you have your reasons for not wanting me here. But I have my reasons for being here, anyway.”

  “Boss,” Eli barked, “gun!”

  Grace watched as Patricia leapt away from Eli and toward the wall by the door. Angel reached for the gun, and Patricia pointed it at him and shot him in the midsection. She turned and pointed the gun at Ethan, and before Eli could reach her, she fired another round. The mirror on the wall behind the bar shattered in a great crash and fell to the floor. All hell broke loose in the club. Patricia looked beyond Ethan at that moment and spotted Grace where she stood with Rogelio. Her heart froze in her chest as Patricia aimed the gun directly at her.

  “No!” Ethan roared and jumped in front of her, blocking her view of Patricia’s hate-filled eyes. A third shot rang out, and Ethan toppled back into her, knocking her to the ground with him. Grace’s head hit the floor hard, and everything went black.

  She returned to consciousness with the sound of someone screaming insanely nearby. The back of her head throbbed, and she felt slightly nauseated. It was hard to breathe, and she realized why a moment later when a great weight was lifted from her.

  Ethan!

  “Oh, no. Ethan! Angel!” Grace whimpered and reached clumsily for Ethan as she tried to sit up but her limbs wouldn’t cooperate.

  Strong hands lifted her gently to a sitting position. The disoriented feeling faded quickly and was replaced by panic. She looked up and realized it was Adam who had lifted her up. Beside her, Jack tore at Ethan’s shirt as a bartender brought a stack of bar towels. He began wiping blood from Ethan’s chest, trying to find the wound.