Shaking his finger at her in mock threat, he said, “Back to what we were talking about. I’ll call Kelly and invite her and Matthew.”
While they talked, the doorbell rang. Grinning knowingly at her, Eli answered the door while she tried to hide her laughter.
Mike and Rosa were holding hands and looking rather rosy-cheeked themselves. “Hey! We were in the neighborhood and thought we’d stop in and say welcome home, Rachel,” Mike said as Rosa smiled gratefully at Eli and surreptitiously handed him his house key, which he slipped into the pocket of his denim workshirt. She hugged him then went to hug Rachel.
“It’s good to see you back on your feet, Rachel. Mike and I were so worried about you. We can’t stay. We need to pick the kids up from school and check on my mother. We just wanted to say hello.”
They spoke for a couple more minutes and took their leave, and then Eli hustled Rachel back to bed, tucking her in with her laptop. “I’m going to run some errands. I’ll call Kelly and invite her for a few days and let Dad know that they can stay here. You rest and don’t write too long. Take a nap if you can, and I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
“Why don’t we invite Grace and the guys? They know my mom and dad pretty well now. Mom and Dad will say the more the merrier.”
“I think that’s a terrific idea. You call her and invite them. I’ll let Mike and Rogelio know, too.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and reached for her hand. “We had some scary moments in here earlier this afternoon. We’ll erase them and make new ones tonight.”
“But the doctor—”
“Trust me?”
Her smile dazzled him when she replied, “Yes, Eli.”
“Then rest for me. I’ll be back.”
When Eli’s feet hit the porch, he was flying high. He pulled out his phone and dialed while he started his truck. He made phone call after phone call, saving Grace for last to give Rachel a chance to call her first. She screamed so loud Eli’s ear hurt. Kelly’s reaction was a not-so-distant echo of Grace’s. Within the next two hours, he had all the arrangements made. He returned with take-out food for supper and fed her from his own plate, sharing a glass of tea with her.
After eating their supper, he took a warm shower then returned with her hairbrush. His hips were wrapped in a dark blue bath towel, but his massive erection was plainly visible. She grinned suggestively at him, obviously game for whatever plans he’d made for this evening. Unfortunately, they only had until seven thirty when he needed to go in to work at The Pony.
He helped her sit up and turn so that he could brush out her long, silky hair. She sighed in obvious enjoyment, and his cock twitched in response. He ran his fingers through it as he brushed enjoying the feel of it, then laid the brush aside.
He reached down and slid her pajama top carefully over her head. Her hair fell back and settled in shining waves down to the small of her back. Facing her, he slid his hands over her shoulders and through her hair to her hips. He slid his fingers into her waistband, and she rose on her knees so he could lower the bottoms. Then he helped her recline on the bed as he removed the bottoms and her panties from her legs, leaving her completely nude. The only thing covering any part of her was the cast on her left arm.
All her scars were exposed now, and as he laid her down, he kissed them all gently one by one, kissing her left shoulder and hand last before leaning over to kiss her lips. A shiver rippled delicately through her frame as she touched him. Her soft fingertips drifted through his chest hair then over his shoulder and into his hair, causing him to shudder in pleasure at her touch. She looked up into his eyes and kissed him. Her lips were so soft and lush, and he savored the delicate brush of her tongue against his.
As he kissed her, she lowered her hand and ran it lightly over his erection, still covered by the bath towel. His shaft responded eagerly, and he knew he’d better get a hold on that response or this would be over too quickly. Loosening the towel, she drew it off his hips then gently stroked his cock, which was so hard it was painful.
“Angel, it’s been so long, and I’ve missed you. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come before we even get started.” He backed away from her reach. He helped her lie down with her head on a pillow and then positioned her to his liking. She looked up at him, breathless and trusting, her eyes telling him she needed his touch as much as he needed hers. He caught the scent of her arousal, and his cock responded, pulsing with eagerness.
“Doc was concerned about strenuous sexual activity when he told you to wait two more weeks, but that doesn’t mean we couldn’t gently love each other and bring each other release. You’ll have to wait two weeks more for harder and faster, but I’m going to give it to you slow and sweet right now, angel. Try to stay still, okay?” he asked as he put a pillow beside each knee.
He began by kissing the arches of her feet then moved over her instep and up her ankles. He teased her with soft, warm kisses but stopped at the juncture of her thigh and hip then started with the other foot.
He noticed she made a concerted effort to do as he asked, but he could tell by the soft sounds she made how difficult it was. He drew his fingers up and down the back of her thighs in a light tickling touch that made her whimper in pleasure. As he finished with each long leg, he positioned it on the pillow he’d placed on either side of her. Her cast lay resting on the bed with her left hand lying over her abdomen. He lifted that hand, kissed it, and felt her tremble.
“Comfortable?” he asked softly.
“Very,” she replied, the need evident in her shaky voice.
Kneeling between her knees, he stretched over her and kissed her again, deeply, stroking her velvety soft tongue with his in slow tender caresses.
He slid his hand over her shoulder and collarbone to her breastbone. She closed her eyes and sighed in contentment. His hand cupped one full, lush breast and sucked at its tip before sliding to the other and teasing the nipple mercilessly until she was breathless and then switched and suckled on the other nipple.
Her fingertips slid down his bare chest, and he backed away before she could reach his cock again. He kissed his way down her abdomen, pressing his lips gently to the skin beside her new surgical scar. She gasped, and gooseflesh rose under his lips for a few seconds. He dipped his tongue in her belly button, and she giggled. He continued his slow descent, and she opened herself wide for him, perfectly at ease in his arms with only his hair covering her from his view. Dipping down again to the juncture of her upper thigh and hip, he kissed his way down to her inner thigh, and she moaned happily as he nuzzled her fragrant, damp outer lips with his lower lip. He gently spread her open.
“Mmm, angel. You are so wet, and your honey smells so sweet it’s making my mouth water. You must be very ready for me to be inside you.” At her enthusiastic nod and whimper, he continued. “I’ll give it to you soon, but first, I need a taste of your pretty little pussy. Would you like that?”
“Y–Yes, Eli, please!” Her voice shook softly.
She moaned at the touch of his fingers at her opening, and then his tongue slid over her wet slit. He growled in pleasure as he tasted her fresh cream and slid his tongue deeper, evoking a strangled cry from her lips. His tongue swirled over her swollen clit repeatedly, and her body began to respond to his rhythm. He slid a finger into her quivering opening and stroked inside her.
“Angel, I’ve missed your tight little pussy.” He slid another fingertip into her opening, and both fingers slid in together and went deeper, filling her tightly. He found her sweet spot and stroked that excited bundle of nerve endings.
The moment he found that spot, her eyes flew open wide and her ascent began. He thrummed that spot inside her until she was poised on the verge. Continuing the same rhythm, he licked her clit. Her moans became a soft, keening wail, and as her orgasm crashed over her, she cried out his name, sobbing her release. Her hips rocked with each loving stroke of his fingers as her orgasm gushed from her in a warm, wet wave. He licked up every
drop before he gently withdrew from her.
“I wish I could go down on you.”
His sweet, greedy vixen. He growled in approval. “I wish you could, too. I’ve missed your sweet little mouth, but it’ll have to wait two more weeks. After this cast comes off,” he said, tapping her arm.
“I know, but I’ve missed it, too. I want it now.”
“Bad girl, you’ll have to wait two weeks. If we use the plugs, your ass might also be ready for my cock by then,” he said grinning at the pleasure that statement obviously gave her.
“Ooooh! Yes, I want that, too!” she chortled and wiggled her luscious ass in anticipation.
“You are a greedy girl. Ready for my cock?” he asked as his fingers slid over her inner lips, soaked with her cum and fresh arousal brought on by their conversation.
She nodded eagerly, and he slid his knees under her thighs, bracing his hands on either side of her. Resting his weight on them, he positioned his twitching cock at her silky, wet entrance. He gently stroked her clit with his thumb as he slowly entered her. She began to undulate the moment he slid in a little.
He stopped and groaned in torture at the feel of her silky heat slithering over his shaft. “Angel, you have to be still. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Feel it as I slide my cock into your tight pussy, but don’t move.”
“Honey, you feel so good, I can’t help myself. I feel every inch of you. Oh! Eli!” She groaned as his length glided slowly into her until each glorious inch was eased inside of her. He arched over her, his lips nuzzling her throat as he shuddered, struggling for control himself.
“Angel, it’s been a while, and once I start moving, I’m not going to be able to slow down. Damn, I can feel those little rippling spasms inside you.” His whole body shuddered, trying to control the almost undeniable urge to pound into her fiercely. He gritted his teeth and thrust gently.
“Eli, please let me move just a little, let me rock on you a bit, please. I’ll be good, I promise.” She showed him what she needed, gently rocking her hips. He reached between them and slid his finger gently along her slit and found her swollen, wet clit and began to stroke it as she whimpered and moved slowly.
They both gasped when fresh moisture increased the slick pleasure created by her rocking rhythm. “Eli, that feels so good. I need to come.” He slid from her depths and gently stroked all the way back in, his cock glistening with her juices. “Yes!”
Grasping her hips to keep her motionless, he began to stroke into her with a tender but firm thrusting motion. Her panting turned into a keening wail as her orgasm built higher and higher, waiting to rush over her. He stroked her clit between his fingertips several times, and her release came in another surging wave, her hips moving gently in his hands.
The inner fight to thrust gently and carefully intensified the storm gathering within him. He kept a tight hold on the caveman who was so glad to be back inside her and channeled that energy into the care he took with her. The struggle heightened the pleasure as his whole body tensed. He thrust one last time and felt his nervous system explode with volcanic ecstasy. A loud howl erupted from his lungs as his cum jetted deep inside her silky heat. Once he stopped surging into her, he curled over her for a moment.
He rested his forehead on her shoulder very lightly before slowly pulling out of her and lying down beside her. He hated to withdraw so soon because he knew she loved it when he stayed inside her afterward, but he knew he’d be hard for her again inside of five minutes. Once was enough for her tonight. He didn’t want to regret the decision to make love to her later.
“Do you feel okay, angel? Any pain?” He stroked a hand over her warm, bare hip. The warm, sated look in her languid eyes and the adoration on her face took his breath away.
“No, honey. I feel so good. You take such good care of me,” she murmured in bliss.
“I was trying hard not to get carried away. You feel so good, and I missed making love to you so much,” he said with a heavy, satisfied sigh. “I feel like I can’t get close enough to you sometimes, even when I’m inside you.” He lifted her hand to kiss it. He moved the pillows back to the headboard and covered them both with the sheet and blanket then curled up to her. He traced his fingertips over her shoulders, arms, and throat, sending little shivers through her. When he told her he needed to clean up and get ready to go to The Pony for the evening, she nodded slightly.
“Do you feel all right?” He kissed her shoulder before rising from the bed and tucking the sheet and quilt around her.
“Mmm, yes. I feel good, just tired. Will you stay with me tonight?”
“Yes, angel. I’ll be home around one, I think. I’ll be thinking of you.”
“Wish I could come sit with you.”
“Your chair is waiting beside mine for when you’re all better.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Rachel lay in bed restless and wide-awake for several minutes. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Grace’s number. “Hello, Adam. It’s Rachel. Yep. I’m home now. Can Grace come over and play?”
Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang twice in quick succession, and Rachel opened the front door. Grace stood on the front porch, her arms full. “I have microwave popcorn, chocolate truffles, Big Red, and movies!”
Rachel laughed and took the chocolate and DVDs from Grace and closed the door after she entered.
“What time does Eli get home?”
“Sometime around one.”
Rachel watched as Grace slipped her cell phone from her pocket and pushed a button. “Mmm. Three handsome hunks on speed dial.” Grace put the little phone to her ear and waited then spoke in a soft, sexy voice. “Baby? He’ll be home around one. Pick me up around twelve thirty? I love you so much, Adam. You spoil me rotten.” After a long pause, Grace blushed and chuckled suggestively. “You will? You are? Baby, the pleasure would be all mine,” she replied softly, her voice tender with love. “See you then. Thank you.” Grace ended the call, slipped the phone back in her pocket, and sighed dreamily.
“Did Adam drop you off?” Rachel asked, not sure what to think. Was that sweet or overprotective?
“Yes. He’s worried about me driving home by myself so late at night. He’s going to come pick me up later,” she said in a dreamy, breathy voice.
“Overprotective much?” Rachel asked as they went into the kitchen and opened the popcorn and got out glasses.
“We’re not going home after he picks me up,” she replied in that same dreamy voice.
“Oh, yeah?” Rachel asked, her curiosity piqued. “Care to share?”
“All I know is we aren’t going home till later. He’s planning a surprise for me.”
“Details later?”
“Maybe,” she replied softly, almost hesitantly. “Adam is special. They all are. He likes to plan surprises like this. He knows I love it when he does. But something about the time I get alone with him is a little sacred, and I— It’s not that I don’t want to share the details. It’s just—”
“Sacred. I totally get that,” Rachel finished for her. “You don’t have to tell me anything. I was watching you dance with him one night at The Pony. He looks at you like you are the only woman in the world. He adores you in the truest sense of that word. I wouldn’t want you to feel obligated to share about your time with him. I don’t think I could if I were in your shoes. We have so much fun gabbing, but I don’t mean to intrude.”
Grace cracked open a Big Red with a smile. “Ready for a movie? Or do you want to talk about other stuff?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Other stuff?”
“Come on, Rachel. We never had a chance to talk at your parents’ house because your mom was always bustling about. I’ll bet you’re dying to ask me all kinds of questions.”
“But—”
“It’s not all off limits, only certain aspects. Adam’s heart is so tender, and I’m reluctant to reveal much about our relationship, but I think there are plenty of other questions that I could an
swer for you without betraying his confidence.”
Rachel’s cheeks grew warm. “I’ve read my share of ménage romances, but what’s it really like?”
Grace laughed softly and explained how it worked for the four of them, and Rachel got an inkling of the magic in their relationship. What others found sordid or forbidden based on hearsay, gossip, and tacky Internet porn was a sacred and beautiful thing for the four of them, shared in mutual love.
Rachel didn’t mind when Grace would pause, become introspective, and then skim over some details. She did tell Rachel that Adam was the first of them to be intimate with her, although they were all there with her at the time.
Grace blushed hard, and her eyes took on a far away, shiny quality. They laughed over the story about the boudoir portraits and how they’d managed to keep it a secret from each other.
“Can I see them someday?”
“Some of them, yes. I have three beautiful black and whites hanging on my bedroom wall. I’d love for you to see those. When you get engaged to Eli, we are going to see my photographer friend and have her do the same thing for you. That was a life-altering experience for me, posing for them like that. I felt different afterward. More confident and sexy. Comfortable in my own skin.”
“He hasn’t asked me yet, Grace. It’s a little early to—”
“Nonsense. I can see it in his eyes when he looks at you. He’s going to, and you’d be crazy if you didn’t say yes. He’s hardworking, loyal, financially stable, fun, absolutely gorgeous, and freaking huge!” She giggled. “He’ll always watch over you, provide for you, and protect you. Did I mention he’s gorgeous and freakin’ huge?”
“I love all those things about him,” Rachel said softly, remembering his self-restraint earlier as he made love to her.
“So you’d say yes?”
“Grace, you know I would. How could I turn away such love and sweet devotion? I just hope I’m worthy.”
“Worthy? You’re perfect for him, and he’s no fool. I’ll bet you’re married by Christmas.”
The Divine Creek Ranch Collection, Volume 1 [Book 1 - Divine Grace, Book 2 - Her Gentle Giant, Book 3 - Heavenly Angel] (Siren Everlasting Collection) Page 87
