Part 1: No Regrets(Divine Creek Ranch 2)(32)

“Hi, beautiful,” he murmured as he slid his hand gently down her back.

He stopped at the upper swell of her ass, showing her respect in front of Mike and Rogelio by not continuing farther south in their presence.

“Hello, my lover.” With a breathy sigh, she laid her head against his chest. “Do you mind if Grace and I dance in a few minutes?” she asked as she bit her lip. She had no idea how much that simple little gesture affected him. Add to that the mental image of watching her dance and his cock was hard as a rock.

He grinned crookedly at her. “Not at all. Why?”

“Grace requested a couple of songs for us.” Rachel smiled innocently at him.



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“I see.”

“Grace told me she overheard the two women that were on you earlier.

They’re planning to give you their phone numbers and offer you a threesome.”

Holy crap, where did these women come from? “How do they plan to do that?” he asked, amused at her nonchalant description of an event that should have her seething with fury.

“One will spill a drink on me, and while I’m in the bathroom cleaning up, the other will slip you their phone numbers and make the offer. She’s got it all planned out, even knows where you live.”

“Knows where I…How?”

“She’s followed you home before.”

“I never—”

“I know, honey. Can you try to watch out for them, though? I don’t want my new outfit to get messed up,” she replied, contentedly hugging him.

“Don’t worry, baby. The only thing happening to this pretty outfit is gonna be me slipping it off of you later tonight. And if we get messy, we can always take a shower afterward.” He grinned at her sudden delighted gasp when he quickly pulled her up onto his lap.

“I’m keeping you from work, sitting in your lap like this.” She put her arm around his shoulder. He held her to him tightly, enjoying the feel of her delicious curves in his arms. His cock was equally appreciative, if a little unsatisfied. If he was going to be tortured with her delectable nearness all night, he might as well enjoy himself.

“The front is quiet. Everyone’s having a good time, and no one’s fighting, so you’re right where you’re supposed to be. If I have to get up in a hurry to help break up a fight, I’ll put you in my chair first. Don’t worry, Rachel. You’re right where I need you. I love having you in my lap. Drink your shot. I think I see Grace headed your way. She looks very pleased with herself. She must be ready to dance.”

“That girl does love to dance.” Rachel waved at Grace as she

approached.

“Hi, Grace,” Eli said, giving her a friendly hug. “Thanks for watching out for Rachel. I appreciate it. It’s amazing the levels some people will go to.”



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“You’re welcome, Eli. Believe me, Rachel has done her share of

watching out for me, too. You mind if we go dance?” she asked, her blue eyes wide and innocent.

“You go right ahead, Grace. I think I hear your song playing.” He grinned as Big & Rich began pounding out “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy”

over the sound system. Grace blew a kiss to Ethan, who was up in the DJ

booth. He waved at her and put his hand over his heart, watching as she sashayed over to the dance floor. Eli kissed Rachel’s knuckles and released her.

Ethan left the DJ booth and came down to the front where he could see Grace better and stood next to Eli and the others.

“I shouldn’t be watching this, man,” Mike muttered, transfixed. “She’s like my little sister or something.”

Rogelio groaned and started checking his fingernails.

Eli heard Ethan exhale and murmur, “Damn, watching Grace move like that never gets old. We may not even make it home first,” he added softly, groaning as she slid her hands suggestively over her ass then her thighs.

Eli was hypnotized by the swaying rhythm of Rachel’s hips. He never took his eyes from his woman as she began to move to the pounding rhythm of the song. He knew it was nothing more than mental gymnastics, but he swore he felt her movements on his cock. He was as hot and hard as he’d been earlier that afternoon before entering her tight, silken cunt. Watching her now was akin to waving a red cape in front of a bull. Her every movement enticed him and drew him in.

“Man, she is gorgeous. ” He watched her hips roll and dip. The snug skirt hugged her luscious derriere as she shimmied and rocked. The backs of her fingertips trailed over her rib cage then strayed up the sides of her breasts, over her collarbones, and into her hair. The movement caused her breasts to tip forward invitingly.