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

  Angel’s voice sounded tense as he said, “Teresa, can you see how your cream coats his cock? We’ll never forget this first night with you.”

  “The first time and for the rest of our lives,” Joaquin whispered. “We’re your slaves now.”

  An incoherent moan slipped from her throat as he gained more ground with each thrust, fascinating her with the sight of so much thick, hard flesh sliding inside her yearning pussy. Finally, he was seated to the hilt.

  “You amaze me,” she whispered to him and tightened on him as he withdrew and pushed back in.

  He gazed at her and said, “I love you, Teresa.” He thrust, groaning intensely. Reveling in the sight of his cock thrusting into her pussy, Teresa thought she felt him grow slightly larger, which set her pussy to clenching. He licked his thumb and reached down to stroke her exposed clit, and the muscles in her pussy tightened down as she spiraled toward her orgasm.

  Joaquin pistoned into her, and while she watched, her pussy swelled and tightened more. He stroked her clit in rhythm with his thrusting, and her juices ran from her pussy as the wave overtook her. She cried out as they came simultaneously. His big, swollen cock thrust into her one final time, and Joaquin moaned loudly as he filled her so full of him.

  For a second, she thought of them someday coming inside of her without a condom and making a baby. A baby that they would love as fiercely as they loved her and Michael. She imagined her belly filled with either Angel’s or Joaquin’s child. It was so strong an image that she slammed her eyes shut and ground her pussy against him, completely undone by the strength of her orgasm and the power of that image.

  Joaquin released her legs and rubbed them before lowering them to either side of his hips. Still joined, he lay down in the cradle her body formed and nuzzled her throat. Looking into her eyes, he kissed her while they caught their breath.

  “How do you feel?” Joaquin asked, brushing his lips over her jawbone.

  “Heavenly,” she murmured as her eyelids drooped heavily.

  “We should help you shower and then tuck you in to sleep. It’s late,” Angel murmured. The fire in the fireplace had died down to smoldering embers but had heated the room nicely.

  Joaquin carefully withdrew from her and rose from the bed. “I’ll start the shower while I lose the condom.”

  Angel followed him into the bathroom to wash up then returned and lifted her from the bed and carried her into the steamy bathroom. They pinned up her hair, and at their request, she allowed them to bathe her. They were gentle with her tender parts and then rinsed her off and toweled her dry. Angel gave Joaquin her silky nightgown, and he put it on her and brushed out her hair. She brushed her teeth again, and this time Joaquin lifted her and carried her to bed. They tucked her in between them, snuggled close to her, and both kissed her goodnight.

  She whispered in the dark, holding onto both of them, “I love you both so much it hurts.”

  “But in a good way, right?” Joaquin asked quietly.

  “A very good way.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Teresa sat on the couch in Grace’s living room and felt icy goose bumps rise on her arms as she exclaimed in a panic, “You did what?”

  Her spa day with the girls, while the men moved her belongings from the apartment to the ranch was sounding less like fun and more like torture.

  “Honey, it’s not as bad as you think. It’ll be fun!” When Grace used that cajoling tone, Teresa knew she might as well give in. But this was presuming a lot on a friendship!

  “For who?”

  “Well, that part won’t be fun,” Grace said, her elegant eyebrows knitting in sympathy, “but you’ll enjoy the benefits on your honeymoon, I promise. And there’s more to the spa day than getting waxed. We’re all getting massages and facials then we’re getting our nails done.”

  Teresa steeled herself. If she was doing this, she was going to at least negotiate for a fair deal from all her so-called friends. “I think if I have to bare my goodies and get waxed, everybody else should, too.”

  Five faces grinned at her. Oh crud. That was their plan all along. Now they have me!

  “Okay!” Grace giggled, clapping her hands like she was looking forward to it. Masochist!

  “No problem, babe.” Charity snickered, slapping palms with Rachel.

  “Heck, I might try a full Brazilian this time.” Rachel said, grinning

  “I’m game. I like neat,” said Kelly, her eyes twinkling at Teresa.

  Corina laughed and gamely said, “Count me in. It’s good to try new things.”

  Rosemary patted Teresa’s shoulder in reassurance and wisely said, “Trust me, honey, it’s better than shaving. Your men will love it. I’ll do it, too. I’m due, also.”

  Teresa knew they had her. “Ooh! All right! But I’m not going totally bare, Grace. How do we even know Angel and Joaquin will like it?” Before the words were even all out of her mouth, she knew she was grasping at straws now.

  The girls all looked at each other and then in unison erupted in raucous, cackling laughter.

  Grace giggled and said, “Well, we know because one of us, who shall remain nameless, may have dropped a hint or two and got a positive response from them. When quizzed about it, they both expressed an interest—”

  “Exactly how do you quiz two men about what style of waxing they prefer for their bride-to-be?” Teresa demanded, her cheeks in flames.

  Sagely, Charity interrupted with her usual irreverent wisdom. “Is that a question you really want an answer to, or do you just want to know what they prefer?”

  Teresa adored Charity for her ability to see the real issue. “You’re right, Charity. Okay. Give it to me straight. What did they like?” Teresa asked in resignation.

  “A triangle, French wax. Bare vulva. Perianal waxing they left up to you. They don’t want you to feel like you have to bare yourself like that to the wax tech the first time.”

  Well, how very thoughtful of them!

  Teresa started sputtering, “Perianal? Bare myself? Bare vulva? I—first time?” More like only time!

  “Do you trust us, honey?” Grace asked gently.

  “Of course I do.”

  “You’ll get through this, and after it’s over, you are going to wonder why you hadn’t done it sooner, for yourself if not to please them. It’s going to hurt for a few seconds, sting for a few minutes until they’re done, but you’ll take ibuprofen for the pain, powder the offended area, and know it was all worth it the moment your men get a good look at your—”

  “Okay, I’ll do it.”

  Charity patted her shoulder. “Trust me, honey. It takes weeks to grow back, and I don’t think it hurts as much with subsequent visits. You can work your way up to the perianal, full wax later.”

  “No, I think I’m going to go for it. It should feel better after a couple of days, and you’re all getting waxed, right? I’m not doing this alone,” she said, looking at all of their faces for confirmation.

  Rachel grinned. “Nope, we’re all in.”

  Grace got up to retrieve the phone. “I’ll let Madeleine know. Look on the bright side, Teresa. We thought about planning another bachelor-bachelorette party, but it’s been less than a month since the last one, and we figured everybody was still stripper happy.”

  “Although I totally volunteered to go with the guys if they wanted to still do it,” Rachel said with a chuckle. “Angel and Joaquin told me they weren’t in the mood.” Rachel rolled her eyes before continuing, “What a load of crap, not in the mood to see almost completely naked women shake their asses and stick their boobs in their faces. They said, and I quote, ‘The girls at the club couldn’t give them a lap dance that satisfied them.’ Or something to that affect.”

  Teresa burst into a fit of giggles.

  Charity caught on first and laughed with her. “Oh! They have a private dancer now, huh? I think I’d be shocked, but I’m too happy for you, Teresa. Those two brothers have been good for you.”

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sp; Teresa looked around the room at the best friends a girl ever had. “You know what? You all have been good for me, too.”

  The only one missing was Juliana, who was at Teresa’s apartment, helping pack Teresa’s bedroom and kitchen. Grace had invited her to come today, but she’d said she’d already committed to help the men and really didn’t mind. Teresa wondered if the fact that Ash Peterson was also helping with moving day didn’t have some impact on her choice to help.

  Grace patted Teresa’s shoulder and said, “You’re being a good sport about the waxing. If it’s any consolation at all, when Angel and Joaquin came over for a bit on Sunday, I heard Jack talking to them both about having their first prostate exam done. They both agreed. You know what that means, don’t you?”

  Teresa knit her eyebrows together, afraid to reveal the fact she had no idea what a prostate exam entailed. The girls removed all doubt when they squealed almost as one, ”The gloved and lubricated finger!”

  Teresa laughed with her friends. They’d included her from the beginning, even when she hadn’t known how to relate to them. It also made her happy that her men were safeguarding their health for the sake of their family.

  Grace disappeared upstairs and came back down with a large box wrapped in white paper and a big frothy bow. “I called Madeleine. She said we should come an hour early, so we still have until three o’clock.” The girls all gathered around.

  She placed the wrapped box in front of Teresa on the coffee table. Teresa looked at her in dismay. She’d wanted to keep things simple and had told Grace so. They were all doing so much for her as it was. The wedding had been pulled together in less than a week and was going to take place that Saturday.

  Teresa said, “I thought we were getting together for a planning session before going to the spa?”

  Grace chuckled. “No, honey, everything is planned and under control. This was our time to get together with you and watch you open a special gift from your men. They adore you so much,” Grace said with a tear in her eye. “They said they needed my help, which as you can imagine, they got in spades. This came in yesterday morning. Open it.”

  Tearing into the paper eagerly, Teresa looked at the shipping label and squealed with glee. “Hips and Curves!”

  Teresa opened the numerous bundles inside. There were lingerie in every cut and fabric imaginable and even some items she had no idea how to wear. Among the panties and thongs was a beautiful, finely made pearl G-string with a double strand of white pearls and white lace waistband.

  Teresa started to ask, “Where do the pearls—never mind. I’ll figure it out.” She was sure Angel and Joaquin would be delighted to help her figure that out.

  There were bras in different designs, in lace, satin, and silk. She also found several gowns and babydoll nighties.

  Grace giggled and said, “Angel and Joaquin were cute, comparing the styles and talking about the colors. They said complimentary things about your assets and your coloring. I think they made good choices.”

  There was a white silk corset, complete with detachable garters and halter straps.

  “That one is for under your wedding dress. It has a matching G-string and lace top stockings. Bear in mind, they picked these things for you. I steered them in the right directions, style wise. Keep going.”

  Near the bottom, she found a long, white, halter-style gown. The empire waist and skirt were in a heavy white satin. The halter style bodice was a fine, sheer white lace. It had a series of thin, white satin straps that crisscrossed the back. It was the most gorgeous gown she’d ever owned. All the girls made appropriate ooh and ahh sounds.

  Grace said dreamily, “They chose this for your wedding night. Look at the robe they chose to go over it.”

  She opened the package, revealing a sheer, white, floor-length robe made of a fine silky mesh. It was joined at the fitted, gathered bust by a simple tie in front.

  “Damn, I’d wear that by itself,” Charity murmured, reaching out to touch the filmy fabric.

  Teresa was awed by the selections they made for her, especially this gown and robe, which were stunning.

  Grace stopped her as she reached into the box and said, “Now, what’s left in the box is just for kicks and giggles, and they wanted you to know that before you opened it. I encouraged them because they weren’t sure, so you can blame these choices on me if you want.”

  Unsure what she was about to find, Teresa made big eyes at Grace and went fishing. The next item out of the box was a sexy, leopard-print cat suit with a discreet overlapping, crotchless opening, complete with detachable tail and a headband with kitty ears attached to it.

  All the girls giggled, including Teresa who was sure her cheeks were hot pink. There was a white envelope at the bottom of the box.

  “Open the card,” Grace said encouragingly as Teresa looked at the mountain of lingerie piled around her. Teresa opened it and read it silently as tears welled up in her eyes. Then she read it out loud.

  Dear Teresa,

  By now you’ve made it to the bottom of the big box. We picked things we thought you might like that we’d love to see you in. But don’t think for a second that we’re trying to dress you up a certain way or change your style. We love you the way you are and hope you never think otherwise.

  Loving you and Michael, and becoming a part of your lives has made us better men. The gift card is for just in case there was something you’ve been wanting from that company that you didn’t get today. We want you to have whatever makes you happy.

  All our love—

  Angel and Joaquin

  P.S. We really do love that cat suit, a lot!

  Enclosed in the note was a gift card from Hips and Curves in the amount of two hundred dollars. She felt like she’d entered another dimension. Being spoiled like this was going to take some getting used to. Two hundred more dollars for lingerie? More lingerie besides what was in the box?

  There was a collective gasp when she showed them the gift card.

  “Wow. I—wow.” Teresa was at a loss for words.

  “Yes, this is what spoiled rotten feels like,” Grace affirmed for her, patting her shoulder.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Teresa had a chance to think on the way over to the spa and knew she’d made the right choice about waxing. If they were willing to spend that kind of money on lingerie so she could doll herself up, the least she could do was get the full triangle French wax.

  She rethought her earlier resolution once she was naked from the waist down and feeling a wee bit vulnerable in the private waxing room.

  The wax was spread, the fabric strips applied. Ready to start yanking, the friendly wax tech, Rebecca, put her hand on Teresa’s arm before she got started.

  “Trust me when I tell you I’ve heard it all in this room. Curse your fiancé, curse your friends for talking you into this, curse at me all you want. Whatever gets said in my waxing room stays in my waxing room, okay?” she said with a cheerful grin. Teresa secretly wondered if many wax techs were secretly sadists.

  As Rebecca said these things, she checked the strips and found one particular one and pressed down on the flesh beneath it, holding it nice and taut before continuing with what she was saying. A cold chill rolled up Teresa’s spine as she suddenly wasn’t so sure about this adventure.

  “I’m the best at what I do. Just ask Grace and Charity. They’ll tell you. When you see how smooth and lovely you are after I’m done, you’ll be singing my praises. Okay?”

  In a tremulous voice, Teresa said, “Okay…?”

  Rip.

  Okay, that stung, more than a little. New strip, hold the skin taut and…

  Rip.

  Did not enjoy that one, not even a little…

  Rip.

  The other spots were starting to throb, and that last motherfucker really hurt! She was panting when…

  Rip.

  Then chirpy, cheerful Rebecca said, “Hey, you’re doing really well. You must have a high tolerance for pain.
Excellent.”

  Oh no, am I seeing black spots?

  Rip.

  “Shit!” Teresa yelped, both at the pain and at hearing herself curse out loud. At least she was breathing again.

  “It’s okay, honey. Let ‘er rip. These rooms are soundproofed. You should hear Grace and Charity. They shriek like banshees.”

  Rip.

  “Son of a bitch!” Why had she agreed to the full wax? Wax and your ass should not be used in the same sentence, ever!

  Speaking of which, rip.

  “Ow! Motherfucker! Grace, I’m gonna kill you!” Teresa screamed, and like that, the dam burst open, and Teresa discovered the joy of cursing.

  Rip.

  Rip.

  “Now, don’t hate me for this last one because it’s –”

  Rip! ”Oh, fuck!”

  “—a doozy. There, all done. Breathe, honey.” Teresa was seeing black spots again as Rebecca patted her shoulder. “Hold still while I apply some oatmeal powder. This will help a lot. I’ll send some home with you, too. You may have some inflammation for a day or so, but you’ll be fine by Friday. Take some ibuprofen, sleep bare skinned tonight, and try not to get sweaty. A cool shower would be good, too, if you can stand it, but don’t chafe with the towel. That skin is a little delicate right now. Your triangle turned out pretty.” She powdered the offended area and patted the neatly trimmed triangle that now adorned Teresa’s mons, proud of her work.

  “Thank you,” Teresa whimpered. For torturing me.

  The wax tech smiled at her and said, “I know you probably hate my guts right now, but give it a day or so, and I’ll be your new best friend. See you in a month or so. You can get dressed now.”

  “Thanks, Rebecca.” Whimper.

  “Congratulations on your wedding Saturday. Have fun,” she replied, grinning.

  “Yeah,” Teresa groaned. If I can freaking walk.

  * * * *

  “I said bad words,” Teresa said with a chuckle fifteen minutes later after Grace wheedled an ice pack out of Rebecca for Teresa and Corina, who was also new to waxing. They all sat in luxurious padded chairs receiving pedicures.