“Thanks, Mom.”
“And change all the locks when your child moves away from home.” She’d snickered, trying to lighten the mood a little.
Rachel had laughed, remembering walking in on her parents one day in flagrante on the dining room table. “You had to remind me of that didn’t you? I said I was sorry! I didn’t even know you still did that!” she’d added with a full-body shudder that made her mom cackle.
“Honey, we are still ‘doin’ it’! And that’s another thing—”
Oh, no! No sex talks please! “I can’t hear you, la-la-la-la!” Rachel had cringed with her fingers stuck in her ears.
“But this is important!”
“La-la-la-la! Can’t hear you! La-la-la.” She’d laughed and knew her face had turned beet red.
Oh, Lord, I’m about to get a pre-nuptial pep talk!
“Rachel Lopez!”
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I’ll listen.” Rachel snickered. No, please, no!
“Never hold out on him. Give him what he needs as often as he wants it. Too many women use sex as a tool to manipulate their man. Never do that. It will backfire every time. Oh, and regular blow jobs will make him your willing slave,” she’d added in a rush and chuckled gaily at Rachel’s sudden intake of air.
“Mom!”
“What? Did you think I don’t do that? That I didn’t know what a blowjob is?” she’d asked in a knowing tone.
“I figured that you did. You got married in the seventies, after all. Everyone was freaky! But I didn’t need that image burned into my brain.” Rachel had laughed and experienced another full body shudder.
“Then I shouldn’t tell you that your father is very good at—”
Rachel had screamed and jumped up from the couch like she’d been shot from a cannon. “Don’t! Don’t say it, please! I got you, okay? I get it. Screw his brains out. Check. Blow jobs. Check! Eek!”
She and her mother had laughed hard before her mom said, “That bonfire out at Grace’s burned bright for two days, but did you know there are still red-hot coals at the base of it? She was out there recently and could smell it burning. Fires like that can smolder down deep for months sometimes. Red-hot love is good, but real love smolders for a lifetime. That’s what I want for you. Remember to always hold on to him and let him know how much you need him.” In a trembling voice she’d added, “I’m proud of you, Rachel.”
“I love you, Mom,” Rachel had said with a sniffle.
“Now when do I get my autographed copy of your book, hmm?”
“Mom, it’s full of hot sex!”
“Ooh, goody! What? I helped make you. I know how it works,” her mom had said expectantly.
Holy crap! Want to get away?
Chapter Forty-nine
When Rachel pulled up to the Divine Creek ranch house, she noticed that Grace had somehow found the time to put out Christmas decorations on the front of the house, as well as inside. “Is everything all right, Rachel?” Grace hugged her and led her in. Charity and Kelly sat at the tall dining table, rolling up a large sheet of white paper, which probably had the wedding decorations mapped out. They were supposed to start decorating tomorrow. Charity turned her legal pad over and laid her pencil down.
“I have a surprise for you,” Rachel said happily and laid the manuscript box on the table.
Grace peeked in the box, her eyes became huge, and she squeaked and did a little happy dance. Rachel grinned and reached in the box and handed her the copy that was inscribed to her. Grace held it in her hands like a precious little infant.
“Is that what I freakin’ think it is?” Charity rose from her chair as Kelly came from her side of the table, and Rachel placed their copies in their hands.
Kelly held it with reverent hands. “Bella’s Bridled Desire.” Ooooh! So you finished it?” she asked as she went to Rachel and hugged her.
“Yes, I submitted the manuscript to a publisher today. Now I just wait and work on the outline for the next story.”
“You had these made just for us?”
“You’ve become my best friends, and I wanted you to be the first to read it.”
“We’re the first?” Grace asked, a little awed as she looked down at the title page and smiled.
“Yes, I also have a copy for Eli and me. He’ll be reading it, too. It’s kind of scary, you know? Like showing you what’s in my head. You may think I’m a little freaky.”
Charity laughed. “Silly girl, we already know that about you. I have a feeling I’m gonna be up all night.” She gleefully hugged the thick manuscript.
Grace and Kelly agreed, but Grace said, “Not too late. I’ll need both of you awake for tomorrow.”
Rachel gathered the box, which contained the last copy of the manuscript. “I’m keeping you from your strategizing.”
“Yes, and you have an appointment at Madeleine’s to get to, don’t you?” Grace said.
Her mother had surprised Rachel with a gift certificate for a massage and exfoliation treatment at Madeleine’s Day Spa. “Yes, but I wanted to bring those over to you. I hope you enjoy it.”
“I’m going to start mine after we finish our planning session,” Kelly said enthusiastically.
“What should I tell the guys if they want to take a look?” Grace asked her.
“That I value a man’s opinion of it, as well, but it is an erotic romance. They may not be interested in it.”
“Rachel, my men know all there is to know about erotic romance,” Grace answered, blushing right along with Rachel.
“I can imagine. Yes, tell them I would love for them to read it. Same for Justin.”
Rachel arrived back home after her spa appointment around mid-afternoon, feeling like she was buzzing and tingling from head to toe. The massage therapist had gone deep on her shoulders and her back, which had been knotted and tense, and now she was loose and relaxed. She had plenty of time before she had to start getting ready for their special evening at Tessa’s. She tingled with excitement for how this evening might turn out. Complete uninterrupted privacy in the middle of a crowded restaurant. The possibilities were endless.
* * * *
Rachel knelt on the padded seat, panting quietly. “Eli, I’m ready to come right now,” Rachel whimpered softly as her pussy pulsed in anticipation.
He kissed her and lifted her hips as she held on to the railing on the back of the private, enclosed booth, straddling his lean hips.
“I’m so fucking turned on myself I may not last a minute,” he whispered. “The thought of making love to you with so many people so close by has my cock screaming for you.”
The thought had her pussy pulsing, too!
“It’s the caveman.” She giggled softly. “He wants hot communal cave sex, doesn’t he?”
He positioned the head of his cock at her hot, quivering entrance, and they were about to have sex in the middle of a crowded restaurant. She imagined doing it with the drapes wide open.
Rachel looked into his gray eyes, flexed her hips slightly, and smiled at the satisfaction on his face as he entered her. Gripping his cock with the muscles in her pussy, she slid down on him, and a soft shiver raced down her spine as her name slipped reverently from his lips. She undulated her hips, and another whimper escaping her softly as she felt the tell-tale tingling spasms in her pussy that made her long to rock into an orgasm with him right then. Not wanting it to be over so soon, she tried to hold the orgasm off, focusing on kissing his lips and stopped her ascent for a moment.
He held her tenderly in position, giving her a second. “We have time. No need to rush.”
When the throb had lessened a little, she circled over him as his cock pressed into her depths. Rachel knew he was working to keep from thrusting into her by the tension on his face. She gripped the railing behind the backrest with both hands and looked at him as she ground on him once and stopped.
“Angel, do that again, slowly.” He slid his hands over her abdomen and back to her ass, squeezing gently. Ti
lting her pelvis forward, she ground on him again, achingly slowly this time, her pussy enveloping another of his thick, long inches inside her.
She stopped to kiss him, trying to relax and ignore the part of her brain that was screaming for her to plunge down on him and ride him to a screaming, gushing orgasm. Holding out would make it all the sweeter, she knew. After a minute, she squeezed his cock gently and smiled at his soft groan, and she rolled her pelvis, lifted off him a little, and repeated the motion.
“Oh, I like that. I love feeling your thick hard cock filling me so tightly. You’re huge, Eli.”
She ground on him some more, her pussy tightening as her tension built, aching for him to fill her completely, wanting more than just the first few inches. Her hips flexed against him, and she laid her forehead on his as he wrapped his arms around her hips, holding her still.
His breathing was soft panting like hers as she asked, “How much time do we have until the waiter texts you again?”
He glanced at his watch and replied, “Fifteen minutes.”
“Hold out for five minutes. Then we both get to fuck until we come.”
“Three, baby. I’ll never make it five. You have amazing control, Rachel. I thought you were going to come several times, but you didn’t.”
“You told me to wait, so I’m trying real hard,” she whimpered, feeling a fresh rush of moisture to her pussy at his compliment.
“I love you, baby.” He groaned softly as she lifted off, leaving only the head inside of her. Then she ground down until he was in as far as he had been a moment ago. Her juices wet his cock, and she lifted again and rolled in the other direction. The look on his face was one of torture, but the best kind, as she took another inch then slowly lifted off. She kissed him, her heart throbbing with love for him even as her cunt ached for the pounding of his cock. She pumped in small, tiny movements, and he moaned quietly.
“Time?” she asked breathlessly.
“One minute, angel.” He groaned softly as he tried to focus on his watch.
Rachel leaned back a little and tilted her pelvis forward, holding the rail, and remembered that on the other side of the heavy drape in front of her was a room full of people. Her control began to crumble. At his soft, sexy growl, another fresh rush of moisture came to her pussy.
He muttered, “Thirty.”
She imagined that the drapes were opening and they were being observed.
“Twenty.”
She bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. She descended, knowing the best, thickest part remained.
“Ten,” he gasped.
She began a slow, unstoppable glide over his silky, rock-hard flesh.
“Oh, angel. Now, please, please, angel. Fuck me,” Eli implored almost imperceptibly. In the warm glow of the candlelight his handsome face was beautiful and his expression was intense with passion. He tilted his head back, and breathed quietly.
“Hold me, Eli. Please don’t let me scream.”
He wrapped his arms around her securely and pulled her face close to his. “You’re not going to scream. Put your lips on mine, angel.”
Rachel did and exhaled sharply as she ground all the way to the hilt then lifted and began to ride him in a slow hip-grinding dance. Her hips flexed against him. His thickness stretched her lips, and she rubbed her clit against him. With a shudder, Rachel welcomed the rippling spasms that rushed over her. Her control left her as his arms tightened around her. He held her head in his gentle hands as she kissed him, and he quieted her moan with his mouth. Her hips gyrated wildly over his cock, grinding as each pulse shook her to her core, warmth exploding through her spasming pussy.
He released her head and tightened his arms around her hips and began to thrust powerfully, the only sound the soft, wet slip and slide of their flesh as they moved against each other. His head fell back on the backrest, and she pressed her mouth to his. Rachel enveloped his soft groan as he thrust once more and came on a silent scream, thrusting powerfully as he held onto her.
Rachel imagined what it would be like if she opened her eyes and realized they were fucking out in the open while all the restaurant patrons watched them. She ground down on him again in quick succession and buried her face in his neck. Her lips clamped tightly shut as she came again, overpowered by the extreme sensation of waiting so long on the edge of coming, the erotic extreme of his orgasm, and the fantasy of fucking in public. If she had been able to, she would have screamed the roof off, and because she couldn’t, it was that much more powerful. Eli’s erection twitched and pulsed inside her.
She lay against his warmth, trying to quietly catch her breath. Her quickly cooling body shivered perceptibly. He quietly reached for his coat and pulled it over her shoulders, still breathing a little hard. She stayed like that a few more minutes, sated and resting, before she lifted her head and smiled at him.
She whispered shakily, “Wow.”
“My thoughts exactly. Wow.”
“How long?”
“About five minutes.” She sat up limply and allowed him to help her lift off of him then helped her stand up.
After cleaning up, he helped her put her thong back on. Giggling softly, she adjusted her stockings and garters and slid her skirt back down her thighs. By the time she was done and ready to roll the table back into its original position, he was re-dressed and looking as handsome as ever in his black suit. Rachel turned to him, melting in his gaze as he looked up at her from his seated position. He looked like a man satisfied and in love as he gazed at her wordlessly.
Self-consciously, she asked, “What? Can you tell? Do I look demolished?” she asked, feeling her hair and wiping under her eyes, checking for smudges.
“You look…radiant. I feel like I’m having a vision, angel. And you’re marrying me. Wow.”
“Yes, I am. Thank you, baby. I was afraid that I looked bedraggled or untidy. My face feels very hot.” She put her hands to her cheeks as he pulled her down to sit beside him.
He placed his palm against her flushing cheek. “You’re blushing beautifully, but if you don’t think about it, it’ll fade in a few minutes. Are those matches on the table? I’m going to relight the candles then pull the table back. You just sit and relax.”
The phone vibrated right on time. “I’m going to ask him for another five minutes.” His fingertips moved quickly over the keyboard. “That will give us a chance to cool off a bit more.”
She leaned her head against his shoulder. He turned slightly toward her and pulled her back against his chest, wrapping his arms around her. She placed her hands over his and stayed there, enjoying the quiet, satisfied embrace until they heard the light tapping at the entrance. Rachel sat back in the booth as Eli responded, and the waiter entered with another tray. On the tray was one large dinner plate with a generous portion of coconut cream pie, Rachel’s favorite dessert, with two forks.
“How has your evening been so far?” the waiter asked as he gathered the other plates and stacked them on the tray.
“Perfect,” Eli said honestly, but Rachel knew he was referring to the whole experience and not just the tenderness of his steak. Her cheeks tingled with a blush at his sneaky compliment.
“Please tell Paul and Peter that it was delicious, in every sense,” she said, squeezing Eli’s thigh under the table, “and that the coconut cream pie looks luscious, as well. Their skills are unsurpassed, and they’ve made this an evening we’ll never forget.” Her fingers stole up his inner thigh before he placed his warm hand over hers, stopping her mischievous advance.
“I will, and congratulations on your upcoming wedding this weekend. May you have many happy years together.” He bowed to them then refilled their wine and excused himself, allowing the heavy drape to fall closed again.
She took a forkful of the creamy dessert and fed it to Eli then took the bite he offered to her. She put her fork down and placed her hand on his shoulder, looking up at him for approval. He smiled and pulled her back into his lap.
; “There. That is so much better!” she said happily, being careful not to wiggle or move suddenly in his lap.
He kissed her cleavage and said, “Mmm-hmm, it sure is.”
Taking a small bite from the dessert, she looked directly in his eyes and touched the fork lightly to her cleavage, careful to not touch the chiffon.
“Oops! Look what happened. I spilled it.” She seductively slid a finger down the edge of her bodice and invited him in. “You wouldn’t want to miss out on dessert, would you?” Eli literally swooped in. His warm mouth and tongue removed every trace of the dessert.
Grinning devilishly, he said, “I love your cream.” The look in his eyes and the tone of his sexy voice left no doubt which cream he was referring to. “I’m sure I’m going to want seconds when we get home. As a matter of fact, I may want to slip some more dessert between your lips once we get home.”
“Hot damn!” Rachel giggled playfully. “You can have thirds if you want it.” She didn’t doubt his stamina for a minute.
Eli put his lips to her ear. “You’re wet for me again now, aren’t you?”
Rachel’s eyes slid shut in bliss at the sound of that velvety, promising voice, and she nodded in delight. She leaned her head against his chest and snuggled as she reached with the fork for another bite and slipped this one between his lips. They shared some more of the dessert, and Eli buzzed the waiter to bring the bill.
After he paid and tipped the waiter, Eli rose from the table and helped Rachel scoot out. Rachel detoured to the restroom, and Eli waited for her by the entry. Eli told Rachel when she returned that Tessa was penciling them into her calendar for next year on their one year anniversary. After greeting Paul and Peter, she asked Eli if he knew that Tessa’s brothers were bikers.
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