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

  “Now, little angel, you promise to call me and tell me if my sons step out of line, won’t you?”

  Teresa giggled. Of the three brothers, Ricardo was the also least formidable to her. The playful twinkle in his eye reminded her of Joaquin. “Oh, they would never do that, sir. They are kind and gentle with me. Very chivalrous, like their fathers, I’m sure,” she replied coquettishly.

  “Ah! She flirts! I remember meeting a shy and demure little Teresa at the hospital a few months ago. What have you done with her?”

  “Angel and Joaquin have charmed her from her scared little shell into the light.”

  “So, they have been as good for you as you have been for them. We love you dearly, Teresa, and we welcome you to our family,” Ricardo said affectionately, and she hugged him tight.

  “Thank you,” she whispered against his lapel as he hugged her back then led her to her men. Her men.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Teresa was pleasantly surprised when she, Angel, and Joaquin returned to their home to find a fire lit in the front fireplace. Michael was staying at Grace’s house, playing and getting to know his newest set of grandparents. Angel set her down after carrying her over the threshold, and they looked around in wonder at all the twinkling lights which led back to the master bedroom. Joaquin lifted her and carried her down the hall to the bedroom. A chilled bottle of wine and one wineglass sat on one of the bedside tables in the bedroom, and a fire flickered in the fireplace there, as well. Candles flickered everywhere.

  Teresa asked, “Would you mind if I took a shower?”

  “If you want to,” Angel replied before kissing her tenderly. “Can we help you out of this dress?”

  She giggled. “If you do, will I still get my shower?”

  “Of course, sugar,” Joaquin murmured in his deep Texan drawl as he began kissing his way down the back of her neck to her shoulder. As Joaquin loosened the bow that secured the ties for the corset-style closure at the back of her gown, Angel knelt before her and slipped her white satin peep-toe pumps from her feet.

  Teresa gasped as he slid his hands up her calf and thigh. He gazed up at her while releasing her stockings from the garters on the white silk corset and then smoothed them slowly down her legs. Her pussy pulsed with warmth, and a needy ache ignited within her. Joaquin continued working the laces at the back of her dress as Angel slipped the stockings from her feet, one at a time, leaving them where they lay. He drew a whimper from her as his searing fingers moved upward until they reached the tops of her thighs and grasped the G-string she wore beneath her corset.

  His eyes and his words were warm and tender. “I promise you’ll get your shower, beautiful. But I want to feel your silky skin beneath my fingers. We’ve missed you since Wednesday morning, haven’t we, Joaquin?” At Joaquin’s silent nod, he continued. His fingertips were right there, about to discover if waxing really had made her pussy as smooth as a baby’s bottom.

  Another rush of hot moisture flowed to her engorged pussy lips as Angel’s fingers neared their destination. “He and I want to feel your sweet—oh god…” He groaned as he pressed his mouth to her thigh through her gown. She was sure she felt his teeth nip lightly at her through the fabric. He’d found the completely bare lips of her pussy. His fingertips sifted through the neat patch of curls that pointed the way to her slit, which was abundantly slick with her juices.

  The dress drifted from her body in satiny waves as Joaquin slid the shoulder straps down her arms, and then he was on his knees before her as well. The hunger in their eyes as they feasted them on her throbbing pussy gave her a feeling of heady power.

  Desire shot through her as they stroked her thighs. Her pussy trembled as they caressed her sensitive, bare lips. Her knees almost buckled when Joaquin trailed his fingertips through the slippery moisture that seeped from her. She watched breathlessly as he slid his fingertips between his lips, and he growled softly.

  She reached up and unfastened the hook and eye closures at the side of the corset as her men watched on their knees before her, enthralled.

  They rose to their feet as the corset fell away and led her to the bathroom where more candles burned. Angel turned on the shower for her and whispered, “Hurry, beautiful. We ache for you, both of us.”

  When she returned mere minutes later, Angel and Joaquin lay beneath the covers on either side of the bed, waiting for her to fill the center between them. The hard ridges at their groins could be seen even through the sheet and blanket. The sight sent an exhilarating thrill through her. She smiled at them, relieved now that they hadn’t waited for the first time to be tonight. There were no nerves for her tonight, only eagerness for the pleasure she knew was to come.

  As she moved toward the bed, the feathery tufts on her little white mules tickled Teresa’s insteps. She was clad in the white satin gown and sheer robe they’d given her. The way it moved around her made her feel exotic, self-confident, and worthy of these men.

  “You look…stunning,” Joaquin murmured. As they sat up, the sheets dipped to their hips, forearms on their knees, just drinking her in. One of them had opened the bottle of wine and poured some in the wineglass on the table by the bed.

  She stopped at the foot of the bed and slipped her feet from the mules, lifted the hem of the gown, and went on her hands and knees to them, her heart thumping and her pussy aching for the touch of their fingers again.

  “Thanks for being patient,” she whispered as she undid the bow that held the front of the robe closed under her bust.

  “You were so lovely tonight in your bridal gown, and now in this.” Angel reached for the shoulders of the robe as she settled between them, facing them on her knees. “I’ll never forget the day you came to the ranch that first time. Do you remember?’

  “When I brought you the pie?” She smiled, remembering like it was yesterday.

  Angel smiled and nodded he carefully drew the robe from her arms. “I almost fell over I was so happy to see you.”

  She blushed. “You squatted down and put your hand on my door. I wanted to reach out and touch you, but I couldn’t do it.”

  “You were like a scared little rabbit. I wanted to reach out and run my fingers along your pretty pink cheek.” He caressed her cheek as if making up for that missed opportunity.

  Teresa turned her misty gaze to Joaquin. “Remember standing in the doorway, Christmas Eve?”

  “Yeah. I felt like you were looking right into my soul,” he said, chuckling as he twined her fingers with his.

  “I loved you both, practically since the moment I met you.” She gazed into Angel’s golden eyes. “Angel, thank you for being so patient with me, for teaching me to trust, and for allowing Joaquin…”

  “To love and adore you, too?” Angel finished for her when her words trailed off.

  “Yes. Thank you.” Teresa’s lip trembled as she laid her fingertips on their handsome cheeks.

  She slowly lifted the gown from her body and felt a tingle of heat in her cheeks as they gazed at her with appreciation. They drew her to recline on the piled-up pillows with them.

  Angel offered the wineglass to her. She took a long sip and handed it to Joaquin to share with him. He drank from the glass as his fingertips traced her upper arm, over her shoulder. He handed the glass to Angel, who finished what remained and set the glass aside.

  Angel turned back to her and rested his cheek in his palm as he said, “Teresa, do you want our wedding night to be like our first night together was? Or would you like to try something new?” His fingertip made a slow trek over her collar bone, sparking a tingling sensation as it slid downward toward her nipple.

  She giggled at his tickling touch. “You’re my husbands now, and I want my husbands to teach me every position they know. I imagine you know quite a few?” Her cheeks grew warm as other parts of her tingled at the thought.

  Joaquin chuckled sexily. “Angel, I love our kitten’s frisky side.”

  “Me, too. But before we teach our wife som
ething new, I want to more closely inspect that smooth pussy of hers,” Angel stated as he sat up and ran a hand down one of her thighs. Joaquin mirrored his motions until they reached her ankles then she realized their intent.

  Teresa’s heart thumped at the carnality of what they intended to do. “You mean you want a really good look?” she asked as they lifted her ankles and spread her legs, tracing their knuckles down her inner thighs and making her shudder in anticipation of their touch. Their eyes were riveted on her denuded skin.

  Joaquin slid a finger over her smooth outer lips as he murmured, “This will make your pussy even more sensitive to our touch.” Teresa gasped as he stroked a fingertip over her perineum and her asshole, obviously noting that she’d gone the “extra mile” for them. “Completely bare, our kitten was brave,” he added in an admiring tone.

  He skimmed his fingertips over her bare skin and into the shorter curls that formed the triangle above her slit.

  “We love your pussy this way. Thank you,” Angel said, tracing her slick inner pussy lips with his fingertips then dipping into her entrance, swirling her juices around her clit in a circular motion before sliding in again. Her pussy muscles tightened on his finger, increasing the pleasurable sensation. “You’re going to come so many times tonight you’ll lose track.”

  Angel sweetly tortured her with his tongue, flicking her clit teasingly as Joaquin whispered in her ear, “You might as well leave your panties off this week, sugar, because we won’t be able to keep our hands off of you. I can’t wait to have my turn at that bare, beautiful cunt. I want to feel it pulsing under my tongue while you come for me.”

  “Oh, Joaquin. Anything, anything you want,” she whispered as the heat in her pussy flamed higher. Waxing the hair away did indeed make her much more sensitive to their touch. She felt every puff of Angel’s hot breath on her skin and the fullness of his lips against her wet flesh.

  Angel laved her clit, and it seemed to swell much more than she remembered from last time. Even his finger still pumping into her pussy felt different, bigger. When he added a second finger and the two digits curled inside her cunt, finding her G-spot, she wanted to scream in pleasure.

  The moment he found it, he chortled softly because her back arched and her head pressed against the pillows, which were evidently his telltale signs. A breathy moan escaped her lips. Joaquin took that opportunity to plunder her mouth, and his kiss was passionate. She pressed her wet cunt against Angel’s mouth and fingers as he mercilessly stroked her G-spot and clit simultaneously.

  Joaquin’s lips were against her ear as he whispered to her, “We’re all alone, sugar. There’s no reason to hold back tonight. Let go when you come for us.”

  The reminder of freedom from the mandate to keep quiet sent her arousal shooting higher. She reached for Joaquin and gloried in the sensation of him kissing her lips as Angel kissed her pussy. Joaquin’s plucked at one of her hardened nipples, rolling it firmly between his fingers in a touch that was gentle enough to be pleasurable but firm enough to almost border pain. Teresa moaned as the electrifying current of pleasure and pain shot straight to her clit.

  Joaquin’s fingers were replaced by his hot lips over the turgid nipple, and he slid his fingers farther south. He trailed a hand over her hip and slid it up the back of her thigh, holding her open for Angel’s easier access. Joaquin rolled the other nipple between his fingers, repeating the demanding caress from earlier while sucking hard on the nipple in his mouth.

  Teresa thought she might scream as her nipples sensitized into tight points that felt like electrical currents were attached between them and her clit. Angel’s fingers were a tight fit in her cunt, but the copious moisture there made for a slick, easy slide as he continued pumping her. Orgasm barreled down on her. A few more thrusts and she’d go over.

  She moaned in disappointment when he withdrew and rose over her. So close.

  “Up on your knees, beautiful.” Her pussy quivered deliciously as if it realized he intended to take her from behind.

  Teresa was assailed by a tremendous sense of vulnerability as she exposed this most intimate part of her in an act of total trust. An incredible sense of submission came over her, and she was overcome by the urge to surrender completely to them. Rather than feeling alienated from Angel, she felt a greater sense of connection, showing him her trust and deference. Her pussy pulsed again at her not being able to see what he was doing.

  Angel stroked her ass, grounding her as she shifted restlessly. Joaquin caressed her arms, evidently sensing that she needed his contact, as well.

  Joaquin’s lips found her cheek, and he gazed into her eyes as he murmured, “We have something new for you to try, Teresa.” His green eyes were alight with love and mischief. He looked over her shoulder at Angel and gave a slight nod.

  Her pussy clenched at his words and playful tone. “What are you going to do?” she asked breathlessly. Her thighs trembled as Angel caressed the inside of each one.

  “When went shopping for you and found some toys we thought you’d enjoy experimenting with.”

  She looked Joaquin in the eye and then turned to look back at Angel. Her pussy pulsed and clenched again, quivering in frustration and renewed arousal as she whispered, “Toys? For me?”

  Angel smiled at her, not revealing what he held in his hand. “Yes, beautiful. Nothing wild and crazy or too big. Although, if you like what we got, we can always shop for more.”

  She giggled and leaned forward to kiss Joaquin, still on her hands and knees. “Whatever it is, I trust you. Can I play while you play?” she asked suggestively, eyeing Joaquin’s erection.

  Both men chuckled, and Joaquin replied, “Let Angel get you accustomed to this little toy, then if you want to suck on my cock, I’d be most obliged, sugar.” Joaquin’s lips plundered hers, his tongue sliding with hers in a silken duel as she giggled and arched her back for Angel, presenting her ass and pussy to him for his own play. She spread her thighs a bit and even wiggled her ass at Angel. She smiled when she heard him chuckle behind her in obvious admiration of her playful provocation.

  “I see you wiggling your pretty little ass at me. Joaquin, I’m going to play with her pussy while you keep that hot mouth of hers busy. Sweetheart, no coming until I give you permission, understand?”

  She let out a distraught but compliant squeak as Joaquin kissed her lips and tweaked both nipples gently, renewing the twin spears of lust connected to her pussy.

  “Good girl,” he growled in approval. She wanted to play more than she wanted her way.

  Teresa heard a click and a whirring sound, and she practically sucked the oxygen out of Joaquin’s lungs, making him chuckle as she felt a low, deep vibration on her pussy lips. Whatever Angel had been warming in his hand was poised at her cunt, sending pleasant vibrations through her pussy lips, which communicated themselves up to her clit. It was a teasing sensation and felt good, but not nearly enough and not where she really wanted it. He slid the vibrator back and forth through her tingling pussy lips, picking up more moisture as he did.

  Teresa groaned as Angel teased her cunt, and the toy slid an inch into her pussy, sending vibrations in a different direction. She wanted it in farther, and she arched, trying to take more of it. Angel chuckled and withdrew it. She groaned piteously into Joaquin’s mouth, hoping Angel would have mercy on her. The toy slid along her lips again, and her pussy clenched as it vibrated closer to her clit this time.

  Joaquin released her lips, and she moaned out loud. “That’s right, sugar. We want to hear how good it feels to you.”

  “More, Angel, please,” she whispered as she looked over her shoulder at him, chasing the vibrator with her pussy as he evaded her clit. He smiled in obvious pleasure at her uninhibited enjoyment as he teased her.

  “Damn, that’s a pretty sight. Your little pussy is soaked and such a pretty, dark rose color. You must like this a lot. Tell you what, beautiful. I’ll give you more if you’ll suck Joaquin’s cock for him.”

 
Teresa smiled at Joaquin. “Would you like me to suck on your cock?”

  Joaquin growled deep in his chest and held his cock for her. She dipped her head down to his distended shaft and licked the head playfully. “I love the way you taste. I love to feel you in my mouth.” She licked her lips and closed them over the top, allowing the head to slide slowly between them. Joaquin hissed in pleasure.

  Joaquin’s voice shook slightly. “Damn.”

  Her mouth watered at the erotic taste of him, the silken feel of his flesh, and the hard, heated feel of his erection between her lips as they slid over him, taking him to the back of her throat. He moaned when she suckled on his length as she came back up. She shuddered in pleasure as Angel continued to stroke her pussy with the vibrator while she moved over Joaquin’s cock, acclimating to experiencing two pleasurable sensations at once.

  Angel slid the vibrator a couple of inches into her pussy, making her cry out, which sent another vibration through Joaquin’s cock, causing him to respond with a groan of his own. As Teresa sucked on Joaquin, she noticed Angel copied her motions. When she bobbed over Joaquin’s cock, Angel pumped more of the length of the vibrator into her, setting up spasms in her pussy with each pass over her enflamed G-spot.

  Joaquin’s sounds became panting growls, and she groaned over him in response, loving him with every pass of her tongue and lips. She felt the undeniable rise on the wave of her orgasm. Her moaning took on a higher pitched, more desperate quality. She was going to come soon, whether she had permission or not.

  Angel pumped the vibrator deep, thrusting it against her G-spot with every pass. He reached for her clit and flicked it with his fingertips. Her hips flexed against him in a rhythm of their own, and Joaquin thrust into her mouth. His hand was gentle in her hair as he whispered encouragement to her, his thrusts becoming more powerful as he neared his climax. Abruptly, he whispered, “Baby, it’s good, but let go. I want to come in your pussy. Let go, and take your orgasm. I want to hear you come for Angel.”