Part 1: No Regrets(Divine Creek Ranch 2)(63)

Rachel chortled as she slid her hands over his thick biceps. “I told them what a sweet, honest guy you are. And that I’ve heard you’re a very considerate lover. Oh, and that you’re huge. You should have seen their eyes.” Eli groaned, and Rachel chortled as she watched the waitress venture over to their table after they were seated.

A few minutes later, she walked with a chuckling Eli to the dance floor after he let Mike and Rogelio know he was taking a break. She wrapped her arms around him as they glided smoothly over the hardwood floor as Gary Allan’s “Nothing On But the Radio” played. Eli leaned down to give her a kiss, and she slid her arms around his neck. His hands glided down her spine, settling on her lower back as his fingers gently caressed the upper swell of her ass. A tingle shot over her skin where his fingers stroked, and she let loose a feminine sigh of pleasure when he squeezed gently.

They both looked up at the sound of loud braying laughter and shouting.

They were near the table of bachelorettes, and Mandy had spotted them.

Rachel clung snugly to Eli with one hand and waved at the ladies as they all began laughing at her practical joke, or almost all of them. The blonde who had noticed a lock on the ladies restroom door looked a little peeved and disappointed but cheered up when her drink arrived. They all raised their glasses to Rachel and Eli in toast.





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After the club closed, Eli walked Rachel to his truck and helped her get in. He buckled her seatbelt for her, brushing his cheek against her fragrant, firm breasts as he leaned past her to reach the latch. She chuckled and ran her fingers into his hair. He paused and looked up at her.

“I like that you let me do things like this for you, Rachel.”

“Well, then I’ll always let you, honey.” She hummed softly as he kissed the upper swell of her breast before closing her door.

Coincidentally, the Chris Young song “Getting You Home” was on the country radio station as they drove back to the duplex. A few minutes later, they were walking in the door, and that little black dress did hit the floor.

He started the shower so the water could warm up. He knew she liked to go to bed clean, not smelling like cigarette smoke. She used some of his shampoo and lathered her long brown hair. As he bathed, he remembered a moment earlier in the day when they had loaded his truck with the salvage from the apartment.

He’d bent over in the bed of the truck, wrapping her cedar chest in a blanket, and then had moved it closer to the cab so it wouldn’t be damaged any further. A sudden breeze had blown through his hair and billowed it into his face a little. His hair had brushed against his face again, and he had caught her familiar scent from that part of her he loved so much. He had recalled the delighted sounds she’d made when he had teased her pussy and clit with his hair the night before.

He rinsed the shampoo from his hair and scrubbed his body, watching as she did the same. The sight of the water as it rushed over her curvaceous figure caused him to reach out to touch her gently, startling her a bit. She ran her hair under the showerhead with her eyes closed. His hands slid down her rib cage and made her gasp again, and her lips curved in a sensual smile.

She seemed to like not being able to see, maybe because it heightened her other senses.

When she was finished, she smiled up at him and stepped from the shower, quickly dried off, and toweled her hair. She handed him a towel as he stepped out, and he wondered at the secret smile on her face. She hung up her towel and led him, nude, from the bathroom into his bedroom. She lit a few candles and turned off the lamps. The normally sterile, plain, white-walled room was bathed in warm, flickering candlelight. The effect on her was stunning. Her damp, pale, olive skin glowed and glistened in the



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shimmering light. The natural light bathed the walls in warmth, and tonight, his room didn’t feel so cold and barren.

She turned down the covers and led him to the edge of the bed. She tossed a pillow at his feet, and he caught his breath as he realized what she wanted to do. There were lots of things he’d hoped to do with her but, given his size, had not expected any of them. He knew he was intimidating and did not want her to feel obligated. She knelt between his feet and looked up at him.

He ran his hands over her soft shoulders. “You sure?”

She gazed at him, and a slow, sensual smile spread across her soft lips.

That smile held promises in its soft warmth. He had a feeling this was not going to be the standard three-minute blowjob.

Rachel took his hands and placed them slightly behind him so he could lean back. She nudged him to scoot forward to the edge of the mattress. She gently splayed his thighs wider so she could slip in between them. His cock was now rigidly erect, stiff and straight up against his abdomen, extending past his navel.