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

  Grace was glad Ethan urged her to not throw away the beautiful outfit she’d worn on that fateful Friday night in June. Ethan had completely recovered from the bullet wound, and the outfit had come clean with no problem. The silk stockings had been goners, but were easily replaced. She wore the same outfit that night to Tessa’s, from the red and black zebra printed top all the way down to her sexy black high heels.

  Tessa greeted them herself at the door and seated them in the same booth as last time, congratulating Grace and the men on their upcoming nuptials. The food was wonderful and the service excellent, just like the first time. They were afforded maximum privacy, as before, communicating with the pager.

  This time she sat in Adam’s lap and allowed them to feed her, using her hands for more sensual pursuits to please her men. They spoke briefly of making more intimate use of the booth, but when Grace reminded them she still wanted a foursome with her men, they opted to head home. After having anal sex with her the first time, Jack wanted to give her a chance to recover before having them all at the same time. She wanted tonight to be the night, and they agreed enthusiastically.

  By the time they left the restaurant, the side tying G-string was already in Adam’s coat pocket. He’d untied both sides and removed it with his teeth in the privacy of the booth. Knowing what she had on, or off, underneath the pretty top and skirt was driving her men crazy on the way home. They asked her to leave everything on for a little while after she removed her outer clothing, and she agreed.

  Ethan’s skilled lips and fingers on her body had her quivering and shaking with desire, ready for him by the time they made it to the driveway of the ranch.

  “Ethan has you worked into quite a state, doesn’t he, baby,” Adam said softly from the front passenger seat.

  “You can tell?” she asked softly, the siren song for her men to love her all at once singing in her blood.

  “Mmm-hmm, when you’re aroused and very wet, I can smell the perfume of your sweet pussy. I notice it even more because you’re naked under your skirt. There is no mistaking that sweet scent. Are you excited about tonight?”

  “You have no idea how much,” she replied as Jack pulled up to the house. Ethan helped her from the SUV, stopping to kiss her as she slid off the seat. She returned his kiss enthusiastically.

  “Come inside so you can get those clothes off, baby,” Adam murmured as he walked past them. “I can’t wait to see you in that bra and garter belt.”

  They led her inside, but she stopped them when they would have led her upstairs.

  “I have a surprise for you first.” She giggled excitedly. “Come with me.” She led them to Jack’s bedroom first.

  * * * *

  The room was softly lit so they could see as they entered. There, on the bedroom wall opposite the bed, was a large portrait of his beautiful Grace. His reaction was both emotional and visceral. His heart overflowed with adoration for her. At the same time, his cock stood up and started howling like a rutting beast.

  Jack was speechless looking at it. That sneaky girl had managed this somehow without them knowing about it. In the portrait, Grace was wearing the pink topaz jewelry, the pink lingerie—the robe, the long, lace nightgown, and feathered mules. She was posed beside a four poster bed. Her left arm wrapped around the poster at the foot of the bed. The pink robe was slipping off one shoulder, and the opposite knee was perched on the bed.

  Part of her nightgown showed under the robe, and the position she was in showed all her luscious curves. Just a hint of an erect nipple peeked through the nightgown where the inner slope of her breast was exposed by the robe slipping off. Only her knee on the bed was bare, but the image was powerfully erotic, so intimate. The look in her eyes was playful, almost cheeky, but love glowed there, too. This was the woman he’d watched bloom in the last two months.

  She handed him a small carved wooden box. Inside it were a stack of other portraits of her that, while very tasteful, were still very erotic and of too personal a nature to display on the walls. Nothing outright nude, that he noticed, but some were close, with just the robe and nothing else, and some with just the short, flesh-baring drawstring nightie. He looked forward to seeing them all later.

  “I don’t know what to say, Grace. This is incredible. Beautiful. What an amazing thing to come home to.”

  “The night’s not over yet, darlin’,” she replied with a crooked grin, making him laugh as her took her in his arms and kissed her thoroughly.

  * * * *

  She led Adam to his bedroom next. Katie had left a lamp on in there as well. His heart pounded as he looked at the large portrait hung on the wall beside his bed. The day he’d ordered the lingerie for her, this was how he’d envisioned her.

  He’d been a little concerned that she might think they ordered that stuff for her because they wanted her to change who she was or make her feel like she needed to dress sexier to please them. He’d ordered what he did hoping she would like it because it was comfortable and sexy to her. A passing thought occurred to him that he felt her appreciation for his choice of garments with the way she had posed for the portrait.

  Dressed in the champagne satin teddy and robe, she was curled up amidst tangled white sheets, in repose, napping. One arm was positioned across her waist, hand against her belly, the other flung behind her head, lying half on her back and on her hip. It was very similar to the position they slept in together with his head on her abdomen.

  He turned to look at her as she slipped her arm around his waist. She looked up at him, waiting for his reaction, and the tenderness and admiration in her eyes made his heart well over with love for her. His eyes stung with unshed tears. He kissed her soft sweet lips, delighting in her warm, eager response.

  She handed him a similar box to the one she’d given Jack. In it were more portraits. There was one of her in just the teddy, perched on her knees, her arms over her head. Her hands were in her long, loose, flowing blonde hair, her breasts thrust forward invitingly, knees parted. There was another with only the robe on. She held it closed in front over her breasts, but the robe was completely off the shoulders, revealing a lot of skin and some cleavage but leaving what it hid to the imagination. In that one, her hair was pinned up with a few loose locks left flowing down over her shoulders. There was a stack of such poses in his box.

  “Thank you, Grace. It’s beautiful. I can’t believe you went to this trouble. When did you do this?”

  “The day of the first shopping trip with Charity. It was a lot of fun, no trouble at all.” The men gave each other a knowing glance.

  * * * *

  Ethan’s room was last. She led him into the dark, dimly lit interior and turned to show him the large portrait on the wall opposite the bed. She was lying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, chin on her hands. She was wearing the sexy, snug T-shirt he’d bought for her. The black shirt fit just the way he’d envisioned it, showing lots of her delectable cleavage, the sleeves long enough to extend past her wrists and just barely over the top of her hands.

  The low-cut neckline of the top was adjusted so that the cheeky row of ruffles that decorated the upper edge of the cups of her black demi bra peeked out playfully. She also had on the high-cut black satin panties. Lying at an angle, her curvy thighs and calves were visible but in soft focus. Her legs were bent at the knees, her dainty feet crossed at the ankles, her toes pointed. She looked sexy, playful, cheeky, and totally hot. The greedy caveman in him agreed whole-heartedly and pounded on his chest. His ravenous cock seconded the emotion.

  She handed him his keepsake box, and he took out the entire stack of pictures. There was a similar pose with the T-shirt slipping off a shoulder, showing the satin strap of her bra, and a generous view of the upper swell of her breasts, her index finger in her mouth, like she was sucking something sweet off it. There was a portrait of her on a chaise lounge, reclining on her back, one knee bent. One arm was positioned over her head, and the other lay relaxed over one hip with her hand on h
er abdomen. In that one, she wore only the demi bra and the panties and her naughty little grin.

  There was a very dim, softly lit one of her perched on a bed amidst tangled sheets. She was on her knees, sitting back on her heels, her sweetly curving back the only well lit thing in the picture. Her hair was pinned up in this one, and her hands were in her lap. Her face was in profile, and her body was angled away from the camera so that her feet and one hip were visible, and the side of one breast was also visible but very dimly lit. In this portrait, she was completely nude.

  His jaw and Adam and Jack’s had all dropped at the sight of that beautiful image. He was afraid his cock might have a permanent zipper mark on it, it pressed so hard against his fly. There was also a close up portrait of her in the gold jewelry he’d purchased for their first date. The gold rings glimmered in the subtle light from the window she gazed out of, her face in profile, her arms placed artfully to cover her breasts, the look in her eyes distant and dreamy. She was nude in that one as well.

  “Wow. Unbelievable, Gracie. You sure know how to surprise us. I love them all so much. I love you.” He crushed her to him as he kissed her, overwhelmed by her gift.

  * * * *

  When he released her, she said, “When you look through all the stack of pictures in your boxes, Adam and Jack, you will find nudes and partial nudes I had shot for you as well. Thank Charity for those because otherwise I don’t think I’d have had the nerve to do them. I’m glad you like them so much. It’s my wedding gift to you.”

  “We have a surprise for you, too, darlin’. Why don’t you come upstairs with us now? We’ll bring the boxes. We can look at the rest later. But right now we have something we want to show you.” Jack took her hand and led her up the stairs. She shook with excitement, ready to see her new mistress suite. At the bedroom door, he turned to her and smiled. “Hope you like it, darlin’,” he murmured, opening the door.

  The suite was everything she imagined it would be and more. All the pieces of furniture, including the gigantic, beautiful canopy bed, were there. So were the wardrobe, the rocking chair, and the dresser and mirror. She gasped when she saw there were numerous other pieces in the room as well. A bench upholstered to match the bed linens. An entertainment armoire, a chest of drawers, a cedar chest, a lingerie chest, not one but two freestanding mirrors. There was a small round table situated among the chairs and chaise lounge in the sitting area in front of the fireplace. They led her to the doorway, and she got her first look at the finished bathroom with its huge rosy pink tub and giant steam shower. The cut-glass vanity basins sparkled under the lights from the crystal light fixtures.

  “Did Wesley build all those extra pieces of furniture for me?”

  Jack grinned knowingly. “Yes, darlin’, they were part of our wedding gift for you.”

  “Part? What else did y’all do?” she asked curiously.

  “Come back in the other room. Have a closer look at the walls. Wesley made all your frames for you. You should see them.” Jack drew her attention to the frames.

  She gasped and whimpered with unrestrained joy when she saw the framed photographs on the walls. Each large portrait had its own place throughout the room, set in a frame that Wesley made for her at her request and the photographer’s size specifications.

  By the door was a portrait of Jack, out in the corral by the first barn, a coil of rope in his gloved hands. He was shirtless in the black and white print, wearing blue jeans, chaps and cowboys boots. He had his summer straw cowboy hat on, and his chest glistened with sweat. He was looking down at the coil of rope, but there was a faint smile on his face as though he knew she was looking at him. The sunlight struck his skin in such a way that every muscle stood out in relief, his muscled abdomen and the cut of his hips above the chaps and jeans especially pleasing to her eye. She could make out a trail of sweat running down that hardened abdomen into the waist of his blue jeans. Languir was beside him in the portrait as if he were waiting for Jack to jump on his back. She licked her lips thinking how much she might have liked to lick that trail of sweat off his abs.

  She moved to Ethan’s portrait next. He was posed in shadow, sitting on top of a stack of hay bales, slouching against the outside wall of the barn. His hat lay beside him on the hay bale. Ethan was shirtless as well in the portrait, running his hands through his shoulder length brown hair. The scar from his gunshot wound was slightly visible on his shoulder. The rippling muscles in his biceps stood out in sharp relief, his chest and abs another work of art, glistening with sweat. She noticed the button on his jeans was undone. He looked directly into the camera, gazing back at her with bedroom eyes. She grew wet just looking into those eyes.

  In Adam’s portrait, he was in action, walking through barn, down the row of stalls, leading Esperer and Coraggio, the newly named colt, toward the camera. Continuing the theme, he was shirtless, too, which was a good thing. His great broad chest glistened with sweat as sunlight shone in on him through the skylights in the barn. He was wearing faded jeans and dusty cowboy boots. She blushed, noticing the faintest outline of his erection through the jeans. The sunlight illuminated his eyes, making them appear to glow. He had a soft smile on his lips as he gazed beyond the camera with a faraway look in his eyes. He had the look of a man in love, thinking about his woman.

  “Charity orchestrated this whole deal with Carrie and Raquel,” Grace said, gazing again at the portraits of her handsome men. “She used the bridal portrait as a means to get all of us to the photographer to have these portraits done. That sneaky girl, I love her even more! When did you do these?”

  “The morning of your first shopping trip with Charity, Carrie’s partner, Raquel, came out and shot us. The same morning you had yours done.” Grace just chuckled and shook her head. Her sister was an evil genius.

  Jack handed her a carved wooden box of her own. She held the box in her hands and opened it, blushing as she removed the stack of prints—a thick stack of other pictures of the three of them, some extra shots, others too intimate to display on the wall. Merciful heavens, her men were hot! The fiery stirrings of desire pounded in her heart as she looked through the images.

  There was a shot of Ethan, his hair slicked back with water dripping from it, dumping water from a bucket over his head at the tap outside the barn. His blue jeans were partially soaked, the water caught in action sluicing down his chest and torso. The sunlight illuminated the water as it fell, each droplet sparkling. In this one, his blue jeans were still unbuttoned, the zipper partially down, and she could just barely tell he was commando. Because the blue jeans were wet, she could see the partial outline of his cock through the faded denim, erect. She gasped, putting her fingertips to her lips.

  There was a back shot of Adam grooming Esperer. His broad, tanned, muscled back was lit so that every muscle stood out in sharp relief, his arms widespread over Esperer’s back as he brushed him. His short hair was damp with sweat. The faded denim jeans he wore cupped his ass and the backs of his thighs, clinging to the hard muscles beneath. She felt her pussy quiver, imagining those muscles rippling and flexing as he thrust into her, making sweet love to her, and she felt a little damper between her legs. She had to close her eyes and draw a shaky breath before moving to the next picture.

  In this picture, Jack was in one of the horse stalls, light pouring in through one of the barn skylights shining down on his muscled shoulders. He looked out a window so that his face was also lit from under his straw hat, highlighting the beard stubble on his jaw. His lips were unsmiling in this picture, but there was peacefulness about his features. With his arms crossed over his chest, he leaned a hip against the feed trough near the window. The sunlight drew attention to the hard muscles in his chest, shoulders, and arms. His jeans rode low on his hips, and because he was turned in partial profile, she could make out the large bulge at his groin. Her fingertips touched the photograph, savoring every inch of him.

  “I was thinking of you, wanting you, when she took that picture.” J
ack’s hand trailed down her spine, causing her to shudder and gasp, gazing at him momentarily. The hunger of desire had to be obvious in her eyes.

  There were photos of them in the ranch house, too. There was one of Ethan reclining on his made-up bed, his hand splayed out on the mattress, like he wished she was in that spot. His left forearm was tucked behind his head, his long hair fanned out over his shoulders and collarbones, his bedroom eyes looking directly into the camera lens.

  There was a photo of Adam working in the mistress suite while it was still under construction, a tool belt on his hips, wearing faded jeans and a tight white T-shirt. He had a hammer in one hand, a two by four in the other. He was looking directly into the camera lens in this shot. Standing by an open window, the light caught his eyes, illuminating them and making them appear to glow as he looked into the camera.

  There was a shot of Jack sitting at his drafting table, his bare feet propped up on a side table, crossed at the ankles. He was wearing denim work clothes. The shirt was completely unbuttoned and open a bit, showing his muscled chest. What she loved about this photo were his hands. One was resting on the drafting table. The other was propped on the arm of his desk chair, holding a mechanical pencil between his fingers as though he had just stopped what he was doing to look up at her. His hands were rugged and callused—working man hands. That was something she loved about all of them. There wasn’t a soft palm in the lot. He wore a crooked grin, and she blushed, having a good idea what he was thinking in this picture. With his ankles crossed and propped up, it was obvious his thoughts were communicating with other parts of his body as well, if the semi-erect bulge at the juncture of his thighs was any indicator.

  There were similar shots taken all over the house and ranch. There was a shot of Ethan, reclining on the glider, his hat pulled down to cover part of his face, as if he was napping. Even napping, he was sexy as hell. There was one of Adam with Coraggio in the corral with his mother. There was a shot of Jack lifting Grace’s saddle onto one of the sweet mares they kept for riding on the ranch, like he was preparing to take her for a ride. Near the bottom, she found several sexy shots.