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 dunno. I don’t want to say anything and jinx it,” Rachel replied nervously.

  Rachel shared with Grace about the outrageously hot spanking Eli had delivered to her the day of the accident. Grace clapped and snickered.

  “I told you, didn’t I? By the right hand, there is nothing hotter than a good spanking.”

  “It was incredible and…fun.”

  “Good. Ethan told me Eli had asked him about it, and I was hoping you would share.”

  “Grace, I’m curious. Do you ever feel overwhelmed by dealing with the needs of three different men?”

  “They don’t allow it. They work out all that stuff on their own.”

  “You mean prioritizing?”

  “Yeah. They have good instincts for my energy level and desires. Sometimes I ask for more because they don’t want to push me too hard. It’s all about balance.”

  Rachel giggled. “So you aren’t swinging from the chandeliers on any given night?”

  Grace laughed in reply. “Nope, chandeliers are swinging only on the second Tuesday of every month.”

  “So,” Rachel concluded, “spankings for naughty little girls are every first Monday night?”

  “Yep! But with Ethan only.”

  “Jack and Adam aren’t into that?”

  “No, they don’t have an interest in it the way Ethan and I do. That’s a part of my relationship with Ethan,” Grace said in all seriousness. That surprised Rachel. “There are parts of our relationships with each other that are completely private, that are only between me and the individual man in question. Ethan is a more open man about certain parts of our relationship, and I operate within those parameters. Adam is different and more private, which is why you’ll have to use your imagination. Same with Jack,” Grace added softly. “Like I once told you, they’re worth it.” Her hand shook a little as she wiped a little tear away carefully with the back of her hand.

  “Thanks, Grace. I’ll always be careful to not violate your trust.” Rachel reached over and gently patted her arm. For a while, they quietly watched the movie in companionable silence, each lost in her own thoughts. Rachel switched the DVDs when one movie ended and the next began.

  Later, a soft knock sounded at the door. Rachel opened the door, revealing a handsome and devilish looking Adam Davis on her stoop. Grace appeared to melt on the inside at the sight of him.

  “Ready to go, baby?” he asked affectionately as Rachel invited him in.

  Grace slipped on her sandals, hugged Rachel and thanked her for inviting her over, then went straight into Adam’s big, strong arms. They departed soon after and Grace laughed when Adam scooped her up in his arms as he walked down the sidewalk to his truck. Grace waved one last time to her before Rachel closed her front door.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Saturday evening, Rachel squealed when Eli pinched her on the ass as he passed by, his hips wrapped in a towel after he dried off from his shower. She stood in front of the mirror at the long bathroom counter, putting on her makeup, dressed in a black mesh thong and a black lace demi-bra. The play of muscles in his upper body and biceps drew her gaze as he brushed his long hair, and Rachel didn’t think she’d ever tire of looking at this handsome giant. She sighed as the familiar ache began in her pussy. Anytime she was near him, her body yearned for his.

  He’d made love to her several times in the last two days but would not allow her to move strenuously or participate to the extent she wanted to. She was pining for a good, hard fucking but was going to have to wait for it, or so he’d told her several times with a hint of devilish gleam in his eyes. Her eyes roamed hungrily over a hard bicep and shoulder to his handsome face, directly into his smoldering gray eyes.

  “See something you like?” he asked in a sexy voice that always got her wet and ready.

  She gulped and swallowed at the invitation in his eyes. They didn’t have time, and she knew it. He’d take his time with her, and they’d wind up being late. Eli stroked his hand down her back, smiling seductively at her hiss and shudder as he stroked sensitive nerve endings, finally reaching the curve of her ass.

  One long finger stroked over her cleft before it thrust gently against the plug lodged deeply in her ass. She braced her hand and her hips against the bathroom counter and flexed against his finger, thinking she’d need to change to a dry thong before they left the house. Small price to pay. He’d wanted to remove the plug earlier before the shower, but she’d wanted to wait, enjoying the sensation too much. He’d snickered and called her a naughty girl, and she’d reminded him what naughty girls needed.

  No dice. Dammit.

  “I’m going to get dressed, angel. You finish in here, and when you’re done, we’ll see about removing that plug and taking care of the need I see in your beautiful blue eyes.”

  A warm, decadent shiver traced over her skin. “We’ll be late,” she murmured weakly. She felt like a junkie in need of another fix when her clit began to throb and her damp pussy lips swelled and throbbed a bit.

  “Not that much, and I’d feel bad if I removed the plug, which I know you find stimulating, and then left you frustrated. Being on time is not worth leaving you like that. Finish up and I’ll call your mom and let her know we may be a little late. She won’t mind.”

  “But your dad—”

  “Is watching a race over at your place and playing with Matthew. He’s not going to care. I need to, okay?” he added softly, kissing her shoulder.

  Her cheeks tingled with heat, and she nodded with a breathy sigh. How could she resist that entreaty? The low-level hum in her body turned into a buzz. She lined her eyes lightly and applied her mascara. She planned to leave her hair down around her shoulders. After she dried it and brushed it out, she left the bathroom and found Eli on the bed, naked. She unconsciously licked her lips, and her gesture inspired a grin from Eli as he enjoyed her obvious, lecherous perusal of his assets.

  “Come here, angel,” he murmured and reached for her.

  The muscles in her ass clenched at the thought of him removing the plug and the pleasure he’d promised her afterward. He rose from the bed and led her to the end of it. He unclasped the pretty demi-bra and removed it then slid his thumbs into the waistband of her thong and slid it over her hips and down her thighs and calves. He steadied her as she stepped out of it, and then he laid it aside on the bed.

  Missing nothing about it, he said, “Your thong is soaked, angel. Are you wet for me? Ready at the thought of me touching you?”

  “Eli, I get wet at the sound of your voice.” She laughed softly as he helped her onto the bed on her knees. He held her gently until she was balanced on her right hand. He was always cognizant of her needs with the cast on her arm. He moved back, and she gasped slightly when he grasped the soft handle. He pushed and pulled gently on it, drawing a shaky whimper from her. Her arousal was approaching the point of no return. He left the plug in her ass for the time being and slid his fingers down her cleft to her dripping wet opening.

  “Mmm, you’re dripping wet.” He leaned forward to kiss her cheek as she tilted her head back. Her hair slid over her shoulder and softly collided with his fragrant black hair where it draped across her back, sending ticklish shivers down her spine. His other hand slid over her abdomen and down to her mound, and a finger slipped through the curls there to her slit. His fingertip slid past her clit to her lips, gathered moisture, then returned alongside it in the tender caress she loved. He’d learned her body so well and knew just how she liked her clit touched, when to be gentle, and when not to be. His lips sought hers in a warm, wet kiss as he stroked her clit, teasing her.

  “Eli, you’re so good to me. Please, honey. You know what I need.”

  “Yes, angel. You want the plug and my cock at the same time, don’t you?” he asked in a husky voice, driving her even higher with his touch.

  “Couldn’t we try? I feel fine. Let me have it, please!”

  His gentle hand rested on her left shoulder. “How’s your arm? S
haky?” She shook all over, but it wasn’t from fatigue.

  “No, it’s fine. You know it won’t take much. You can feel how wet I am.” She flexed her hips against his fingers and shuddered when waves of pleasure washed over her at his touch.

  “Okay, but we’re keeping it short and sweet. I don’t want you to be sore later.” He stood to his full height behind her at the foot of the bed.

  Knowing he was behind her watching as she rubbed her pussy against his hand had her already on the verge. The thought of his tremendous strength and how vulnerable she was before him was a powerful aphrodisiac. He was being so gentle and careful with her right now, but one day soon, he was going to release that stored potential on her. She couldn’t wait.

  His fingers continued to stroke her clit, and the other hand swept over her open thighs, finding the honey that overflowed from her pussy. He gave a low growl of satisfaction as his fingers slid to her lips again and opened them gently. She moaned, knowing she was seconds away from feeling his cock against her opening. Her pussy clenched in eager anticipation of his invasion. She whimpered when she realized he’d paused to enjoy the anticipation and the erotic sounds she made. Rachel knew how much he loved listening to her.

  She panted softly and said, “Remember your dad and sister can hear us.”

  He chuckled evilly. “Mmm-hmm, it’s going to be hard to not scream when you come, won’t it?” he teased as she squirmed, frustrated and ready to be fucked. Her pussy contracted in agreement.

  She’d opened her mouth to softly beg for mercy when the thick head of his cock pressed at her throbbing, wet entrance. She panted softly and pressed back against him.

  He leaned down and whispered, “Angel, I need to be able to hold you steady, so the plug is going to stay in place once I enter you. I know how you love this, so hold still a minute. My cock is right there if you want to move a bit, but not too much.” He slid a finger into the handle of the plug and pumped gently in small in and out motions. Gradually, the plug was sliding in and out over the sensitive nerve endings in her ass, which grasped it uncontrollably. She took up the rhythm and began to move on the head of his cock, squeezing him with her pussy muscles.

  One hand moved the plug, and the other stretched beneath her torso to support her in case her right arm gave out. If he hadn’t been so big and tall, they never would have been able to fool around like this, but she felt completely safe and at no risk of hurting herself. Taking advantage of that security, she thrust her pussy against the head of his cock and heard him gasp as she took more of his stiff cock inside her. She threw caution to the wind and thrust her hips back onto him and heard his groan as she slid forward on his cock and then slammed back all the way and took his long, thick rod to the hilt.

  “There. That’s more like it.” She whispered triumphantly.

  Rachel almost purred in satisfaction at the full feeling. A wave of really bad naughtiness come over her, and she moved as hard and fast as she wanted to, regardless of his warning growl. Giving in to her wild, wanton movements, Eli pushed the plug back in and released it. He grasped her gyrating hips in each strong hand and pumped into her over and over. Her head flew back, and her lips popped open on a silent scream. She came in a great, silent, undulating wave, stifling a gasping sob as he followed her to his release and groaned in the throes of ecstasy, trying to be as quiet as possible.

  His arm slid beneath her sweat-dampened torso, taking the weight off her arm, supporting her as he helped her into an upright position. Nuzzling her throat as they both caught their breath, “Bad girl. You know how to bring out the caveman in me, don’t you?”

  “Mmm, I love that guy.”

  “He loves you, too, angel.”

  She turned to him and kissed his warm lips and looked into his eyes. Leaning back against his shoulder, Rachel sighed ecstatically as he stroked her swollen breasts. He cupped them in his hands and caressed the undersides before smoothing his hands over her abdomen to her hips and thighs. He shifted and gently withdrew from her pussy and she sighed in satisfaction as he removed the plug.

  “I wanted to wait at least the two weeks before being that rough with you, Rachel.”

  She snickered in response but made no other comment.

  “I’m going to have to take you in hand if you think you’re always going to get your way that easily.”

  She snickered louder. “You may just need to. Wouldn’t want me to become too headstrong and spoiled now, would we?” She waggled her ass at him.

  He grinned. “You may even need a spanking, I think.”

  “Ooooh! Yes, I think so, too!” she replied enthusiastically. “I’ve gotten out of hand and need to be shown the boundaries.”

  She showered quickly and chortled as he did the same, wondering if the occupants next door were wondering why they could hear the shower running again through the equally thin wall in the bathroom.

  She put on a fresh black lace thong and her demi-bra with his help. He slid his hands down her right arm and paused, gently kneading her bicep, which trembled slightly.

  He kneaded it gently. “I hope your arm isn’t too sore tomorrow.”

  “If it is, it will have been worth it, Eli. I needed that so much.” She kissed him, then added, “I’ll get dressed and be ready to go in a minute.”

  She sauntered out a few minutes later, dressed in embellished blue jeans, a silky, deep blue V-neck blouse, a glittering rhinestone studded belt, and her cowboy boots.

  Eli was dressed in a pair of fresh new blue jeans, boots, and a white T-shirt stretched over his sexy chest. His big biceps stretched the sleeves with no mercy whatsoever. She handed him a necklace and turned her back on him as he commented, “Well, aren’t you the sexy sparkling cowgirl tonight?”

  “Do you like it?” she asked as she turned and faced him, adjusting the necklace so the sparkling gems dangled down to the top of her lush cleavage. “Too sexy?” she asked, smiling into his territorial gaze.

  “Perfect, angel.”

  She smiled and thanked him then turned and sashayed back into the closet and came out with the matching dangling earrings on. “I’m ready!” she said enthusiastically.

  It was her first evening out since the accident, and she was brimming with happiness, ready to get back into the swing of things.

  “You might want to grab a jacket in case we’re outside this evening. The temperature is supposed to drop into the fifties overnight.”

  “Ooooh! That’s perfect.” She retrieved a sexy leopard print fleece from her closet. She got her bag, and they headed over to Eli’s place so he could grab his jacket. When they came in, they were greeted by a squeal from Matthew, who was sitting on his proud grandpa’s lap. Kelly was flitting here and there with the phone in her ear, looking beleaguered but excited.

  Elijah Wolf stood as they entered, and Matthew squealed again as he was lifted much higher than he was used to in his tall grandpa’s arms. Rachel smiled up at him, seeing clearly where Eli had gotten his height and body structure. Elijah was in his early fifties, blond and blue-eyed, but otherwise, it was obvious they were father and son. Rachel could not help but tick through the list of single women she knew who would love to meet him because Elijah was a looker, plain and simple.

  * * * *

  Rachel enjoyed snuggling next to Eli as everyone sat around on the back deck, laughing and sharing stories as the sun went down. The common denominators for the gathering were Rachel and Eli, so they were the subject of most of the stories. He drew her close, and she reveled in his gentle touch as he caressed her knuckles and stroked his fingertips over her hand.

  The air that evening had a light chill to it, so her dad had lit the fire pit in the center of the back deck earlier, and they were all grouped around it to enjoy the night air and conversation.

  Grace reached over and refilled Rachel’s glass of sangria. At the moment, it was Rachel’s turn in the hot seat as her dad told a story about her. Rachel gestured to her father to have at it, and he grinned
and told the story in all its Technicolor glory.

  “I found out from Rachel’s mother that a certain young man had asked my daughter out on her first date. The point was up for debate and still is,” he said, smiling and winking at Rachel, “but at the time I felt very strongly that if a boy wanted to date my daughter, he needed to come and ask mefirst before asking her out. Call me crazy, I know,” he spoke aside to the men as they shook their heads in commiseration.

  Rachel remembered being horrified that her father planned to give the third degree to the boy who had asked her out. She could look back on it with humor now but recalled being terrified that once it got around school she’d never be asked out ever again.

  “So I asked her about him and discovered that he worked at the Exxon station in town. The last station in town with full-service pumps. An honorable job,” he stated in concession. “I liked that he was working already, and Rachel said he was mannerly.”

  Rachel laughed. “That should have satisfied you, too. You didn’t need to go interrogate him.”

  “I wanted him to know she had a daddy who cared. So I paid him a visit at the station and had a chat with him. He seemed like a nice enough guy for my daughter. I told him I’d see him when he picked her up. He seemed fine.” Her father shrugged innocently, and Rachel rolled her eyes. She could recall the rather wide-eyed look on the poor boy’s face when he told her about it the next day at school.

  Eli slipped his arm around her shoulders and squeezed her consolingly, obviously enjoying the tale of how her father terrorized her first date.

  “So the big evening came. Rachel and her mother were upstairs for two hours doing hair, twittering, and primping. When he pulled up, I went out front to greet him.” Her dad lifted his hands as though he’d done nothing wrong.

  “Nuh-uh, Dad,” Rachel interjected, fighting hard to not laugh. “Tell them how you greet him.”

  “Did you prefer that I leave him out there?” He laughed, obviously enjoying the verbal sparring with his daughter.