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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.
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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.
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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
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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.