Rainier, Heather - Her Gentle Giant: Remember to Dance [Divine Creek Ranch 2] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  “A skilled friend of mine has been to his house and located his hiding place for storing videos and pictures, mostly teenagers, but also some preteens, both male and female. He also found a drug stash that he probably uses when his victims won’t settle down for him, or it may be for his own use. The dumb bastard even used credit cards to pay for the motel rooms.

  “I’m surprised it was this easy to find evidence for bringing the proper authorities down on him. Have any of you ever heard what happens to pedophiles in prison? He won’t fare well. The information is copied and ready to be sent to the FBI, the local police, and county authorities, as well.

  “Rachel’s name has been left out of the documentation. The young girl in the motel room was the most disturbing part of this for me once I saw the pictures. Kemp got a good enough digital image of her that hopefully it won’t be long before they track her down and get her back home, or more likely into rehab and off the streets.”

  “So what do we do next?” Eli asked, still trying to take it all in.

  Ace nodded, almost apologetically. “I have a friend at the FBI who will take an interest in his activities and can get the ball rolling. Eli, I know you wanna kill him, but avoid any contact with him if you can. All his buddies and regular coworkers will probably be investigated, too. Judging by some of his contacts and e-mails, he may work with other men who are involved in the same sort of activities.”

  “Part of me wishes I could have just two minutes alone with him.”

  Ace nodded again. “I hear ya, but I’d steer clear of him. I’ll be watching him again tomorrow. McCoy appears to be settled at home for the evening watching television tonight, so Kemp is taking a break right now, and he’ll check in with me after supper. If there are any new developments, I’ll let you know. I know we have enough evidence now, but I feel like it’s our civic duty to keep an eye on this asshole.”

  “Ace? If he…” Jack looked disgusted and hesitated for a second before continuing, “If it looks like he’s up to something real bad…”

  “I get what you’re saying,” Ace replied. “If he is on one of his exploits, we’ll call the police and FBI immediately and document until they arrive. We won’t let any other children be hurt. If it comes down to it, we’ll act if we have to.”

  “Thank you,” Eli said.

  Ace smiled with grim determination. “Like I said, it’s our civic duty to bring this evil motherfucker to justice. He held out a black and white surveillance photo of McCoy to them, which they passed to each other. “This is what he looks like, in case you’ve never seen him before.”

  Eli reminded them, “Remember, Rachel can’t know about any of this.”

  “We’d be cool about it,” Adam said, and the others nodded.

  Eli put out his hand to shake Ace’s and the others’ and said, “Then I guess you need to contact your friend at the FBI.”

  Ace nodded and replaced the papers and pictures in the envelope and put it in his coat pocket. “Consider it done.”

  * * * *

  Rachel sat with Grace, Kelly, and Teresa in lounge chairs a safe distance from the bonfire. The sun had long since set, and Rachel and Grace would be leaving shortly to take massive amounts of food up to feed their men and the other employees at the club. Adam and Jack were, at that moment, loading disposable aluminum pans with ribs and roasted pork, potato salad, beans, cole slaw, cornbread, sausage, Ethan’s homemade barbecue sauce, and Grace’s peach cobbler into Jack’s SUV. They were doing it for Grace so she could sit and visit with the other ladies. The only reason they weren’t also delivering the food was because Rachel and Grace wanted to see their hard-working men, since they couldn’t be there for most of the evenings’ festivities.

  Rachel chuckled into her plastic cup. “My dad is drunk.”

  She was drinking Coke and serving as the designated driver for the evening trip up to the club. Grace snorted before taking another sip from her beer.

  “How can you tell, Rachel? He’s always so stoic and serious,” Grace said.

  “See how he’s all lovey-dovey, getting in Mom’s space like that? Ooops! He just grabbed her ass. Shit, now I’m scarred for life!” she said dramatically, covering her eyes. “He likes to dance with her when he’s drunk. Listen to her giggle, would you?”

  “Your parents are the cutest thing,” Kelly said. “It’s nice to see older married couples like that are still totally into each other. Gives the rest of us hope for the future. I hope Christopher is still grabbing my ass when I’m that age.”

  “Aw! Look at Brice and Corina. Aren’t they sweet?” Rachel nodded to where the couple were sitting on the tailgate of Brice’s pickup truck, smooching.

  Adam and Jack came over and squatted down beside Grace’s lounger.

  Jack said, “Darlin’, everything is loaded up in the back of the SUV. Make sure and take it slow on the turns.”

  Grace leaned forward to smooch Jack’s nose. “Okay! Rachel’s the designated driver for this trip.”

  “Are you getting inebriated, baby?” Adam asked, quirking an eyebrow at her when she snickered and patted his tanned cheek.

  Grace shook her head and replied, “Nuh-uh, but I have had a couple of beers. I don’t want to take any chances behind the wheel.”

  “Good. Thanks for doing that for her, Rachel,” Adam replied, smiling over at Rachel.

  “You’re welcome, Adam. I don’t mind.” Jack handed Rachel the keys to the SUV, and Rachel said, “We’ll be back in a little bit.” To the girls she said, “Ladies, keep the party lively until we return.”

  Rachel had Grace text message Eli as they neared the club. The girls were supposed to pull up to the rear entrance, and the employees would bring the food in through the backdoor and put it in the kitchen. Then they could come and go and eat as they had time. Grace and Rachel set the food up and put out the utensils and paper plates then made up nice, full plates for Ethan and Eli. They came back to take a break and eat while the girls were there. Their men talked them both into one little dance before they returned to the ranch.

  It was a good thing the Divine Creek Ranch didn’t have any close neighbors. Even with the SUV’s windows closed, as they pulled down the long driveway toward the barns, they could hear the music blasting. Rachel parked Jack’s SUV next to the screened-in porch, where they were met by Jack and Adam.

  “Everything go all right, darlin’?” Jack kissed Grace.

  “Oh, yes! They all said they were coming out after they got off at one. They all said thanks for sending the food. The club was busy, but I think we have them beat with our noise level. What are you doing?”

  “We’re claimin’ our dance partners!” Jack laughed as he put Grace over his shoulder and carried her giggling around the barn to the area that had arbitrarily been designated as the dance floor.

  * * * *

  A while later, Grace reveled in Adam’s secure embrace as he led her around the improvised dance floor. Her cheek was pressed against his firm, warm chest, and she held on as they danced a slow, languid waltz together. He squeezed her gently, and she looked up at him then smiled at the twinkle in his pale green eyes.

  “Baby, I just realized something.” His deep, sexy voice sent a delicate shudder through her, centering in her clit. In his arms, she was never more than a heartbeat away from arousal.

  “What, honey?”

  “You haven’t told me what you want from me for Christmas.”

  She snuggled closer to his tall frame in the crisp night air. “I already have what I want.”

  “I’m glad you feel that way, but I want to give you something special for Christmas,” he murmured as he stroked her cheek with a callused finger.

  “I don’t need anything.” She held on to him tighter. “Just your arms around me.”

  Adam sighed. “Are you giving me something?” he countered reasonably.

  “Oooh, yes, baby! And it’s going to be so awesome!” she said, her cheeks warming as she envisioned the looks on their
faces when they opened their gifts.

  “So you understand why I would want to give you something? You love the idea of having a surprise for me for Christmas. I want to get you something, too.”

  Well, he certainly has me there, doesn’t he?

  She tilted her head up to look at him. “All right. Only I can’t think of anything I want right now.”

  “There’s bound to be something you’d like to have or maybe do?”

  “Oh. Something we could do together?”

  “Sure. Wanna go skydiving?” he asked, grinning at the face she made.

  “You do know me, right? Do I strike you as the type to leap boldly from a perfectly good airplane?” Grace asked with a chuckle.

  “Okay, it was just a thought. How about a swimming pool?”

  “That’s too big an expenditure for a Christmas gift. You can do that in the spring if you want to, though. Then we could have parties out by the pool. But I do have an idea.”

  “What is it, baby?”

  “I’ve always wanted to take formal ballroom dancing lessons. You know, the Viennese waltz, the cha-cha-cha, and the rumba? That’s what I want from you, Adam. Ballroom dance lessons,” she announced happily.

  He looked down at her quizzically. “You’re sure? You’re already a phenomenal dancer. You and Ethan make such good dance partners. Maybe you should ask him…”

  She realized taking ballroom dancing lessons to him was like her going skydiving—a bit of a stretch out of his comfort zone.

  “He’s already decided what he’s getting me. I love dancing with him, you, and Jack. But I want to take lessons with you. We’d have to go to Morehead, so we’d have the drive over there and the time in the lessons, for just the two of us. Wouldn’t you like that?” she asked softly, rubbing her breasts against his chest.

  Adam squeezed her and chuckled sexily. “Since you put it that way, baby, I think dancing lessons would be fun.”

  “Thank you, honey. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

  “If you think of something else you want, you tell me, okay? Maybe something you can unwrap from me on Christmas morning.”

  “I love you.” She sighed happily.

  “I love you, too, baby.”

  Jack walked up and patted Adam on the back. Adam deftly twirled her into Jack’s arms.

  “Dizzy?” Jack asked with a grin as she giggled and settled in his strong embrace.

  “Oh, no. My buzz was short-lived. I haven’t had any more beer since we got back. I may get one later, but I’m having fun without it. Are you having fun, honey?”

  “Yes, darlin’, especially with you in my arms,” he murmured and kissed her gently. “I heard you talking to Adam about Christmas when I walked up. Are you going to tell me what I can get you for under the Christmas tree?”

  “I do know of something I’ve wanted to do.”

  “Name it, darlin’.”

  “You and me at Tessa’s. Just the two of us in one of the privacy booths.” His immediate smile confirmed that he liked the way she thought.

  “What about something to unwrap Christmas morning? Jewelry, maybe?”

  “Honey, jewelry always works. Now that you mention it, I would like something else. Remember the slave bracelet you all had made for Rachel?”

  At his nod, she said, “I liked that slave bracelet and anklet. Can Clay make something to go with my other matching pieces?”

  “I’m sure he could. I’ll ask him. I’ll get you the bracelet and let Adam get you the anklet. Ethan already has another surprise up his sleeve for you.”

  “But I know about—”

  “Yeah. This is something you didn’t ask for, though. I’m anxious to see you in what you asked him for. Naughty, naughty girl.” He growled into her ear with his sexy Texas drawl. Her clit throbbed, as Grace realized he was imagining her in her more intimate jewelry pieces. “You are a sweet, hot thing, Grace Warner.” She trembled deliciously when he pressed her to him so his stiffening cock was against her belly. “I want you. Right now.”

  She surreptitiously rubbed against him again. “Tack room, first barn. Give me a two-minute head start.” The tack room in the first barn had a lock on the inside of the room. She had no idea why. His hands slid down over her ass and squeezed gently.

  He chuckled softly and his next words made her pussy go completely slick. “Two minutes. Bare-assed and over my favorite saddle.”

  He patted her ass then kissed her and led her from the dance floor. He casually strolled over to the beer keg then looked back at her with secret promise in his eyes. She slipped away into the shadows and made her way up to the darkened first barn. Walking up the moonlit aisle between the horse stalls, Grace paused when Languir nickered faintly at her, and she patted his neck before continuing on to the tack room. She found the key to the outer padlock and unlocked it then slipped inside, leaving the key on the shelf nearby. Moonlight filtered in from the roof skylights as Grace located Jack’s saddle on its rack and quickly took off her boots and socks. She unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off and folded them. As she laid them on a bench, she heard a sound.

  “Darlin’?”

  “I’m here.”

  The door cracked open, and Jack entered then turned to lock it from the inside. She slid her fingers into the waistband of her thong, slipped it off, and laid it with the jeans. She silently moved to him and gasped at the feel of his hot hands as they slid around her waist and palmed her ass cheeks. He kissed her hard on the lips, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. His fingers glided down the cleft of her ass and found her hot and wet. His callused fingertips slid into her slick heat, and she was unable to stop the gasp that escaped her lips.

  “Darlin’, you’re hot and ready, aren’t you? Eager to play?” His other hand slid over her mound, and his fingertips stroked her clit as well.

  “Mmm-hmm,” she moaned softly as she fumbled with his belt and the fly of his jeans.

  Once she had his thick cock free of the denim, she knelt in front of him and, without preamble, slid his rock-hard erection between her lips. His low groan of pleasure brought another rush of moisture to her swollen lips. She worked him in a slow sucking rhythm until he stopped her. Surprised, she looked up. The intense love and lust in his tanned face spoke volumes to her, and he didn’t need to say a word.

  She rose to her feet and sauntered bare-assed over to his saddle, which sat on its rack at hip level. She looked over her shoulder at him, and crooked her finger. She leaned over the saddle and took hold of the rack underneath as she braced her feet in the corners of the stand. She knew doing so presented her ass in a delicious display that would have his cock screaming to get inside of her.

  “Mmm, darlin’, that is such a pretty sight. You on your little tippy-toes, this pretty little pussy of mine for the taking,” he whispered softly so they would not be overheard if someone came in the barn.

  He slid his fingers up her inner thighs and caressed her inner lips. He chuckled at her little moan of pleasure. One hand slid around her hip and down over her mound to play with her clit. Doing that caused her back to arch, and she offered herself to him with soft, panting breaths. She groaned when his thick cock pressed at her entrance and pushed back onto him, crying out softly as his thick heat burrowed inside her.

  “Oh, Jack! Oh, oh, honey, I’m already so—”

  “Is it good, darlin’? Does my cock feel good slidin’ into you?” He gently but firmly grasped her hips, thrusting all the way to the hilt. His other hand strummed her clit as he began to stroke into her, and he tilted his hips as his cockhead slid past her sweet spot.

  “Oh, Jack…” Gone was the notion of keeping silent. There was just no way.

  Jack growled softly. “You have such a soft, warm little pussy, darlin’. I’m never going to get enough of it.”

  He pulled out and thrust in again, pressing her firmly against the saddle and thrusting deeply inside her. She loved the feel his thick, hot erection sliding into her. He rubbed her
pleasure spot and strummed her clit at the same time. She groaned in happy delight as the little jumping spasms began in her cunt. She arched her back and tightened up around his cock as she gyrated against him.

  “Jack, I’m close, I’m…I’m…oh, Jack, I’m coming!” She gasped. Soft little cries escaped her lips as the muscles in her pussy gripped him tightly, and he pumped wildly into her hot depths.

  Grace felt his lips between her shoulder blades as he continued strumming her clit and rocked his hips into her. On the heels of her first orgasm, another bloomed, and she tightened her muscles around his cock again. He fucked her with firm, short strokes, ramming to the hilt with each thrust.

  Her breasts and hair swayed over the saddle as she turned to look over her shoulder. She watched Jack as his thrusts became more intense, and she groaned in ecstasy as another stronger orgasm rippled through her body. Her hips undulated wildly as she rode his cock with a low moan, uncaring who heard that time. With a final thrust and a deep growl, Jack held her tightly to him and she hummed in approval as she felt his cock pulse deep inside her.

  She lay over the saddle, completely boneless as he slid from her and went in search of something she could use to clean up with. Finally, he came back with his clean handkerchief and helped her. After she was re-dressed and he was put back together, he pulled her into a gentle embrace.

  “Darlin’, you’re my every dream come true, you know that? Was I too rough?”

  She chortled softly in the dim light. “No, you were rough enough. I love you, Jack. I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I love you so much.” She looped her arms gently around his waist.

  “I love you, darlin’.” He held the base of her head in his hands as he kissed her thoroughly but gently. “I’ll always love you.”