Sparks Fly(Divine Creek Ranch 11)(44)

A guffaw of laughter burst from Eli, and he groaned when she licked at his nipple and raked her lower teeth across it. “I know I’d die a happy man. You’re killin’ me, angel!”

Making like he was her dancing pole, Rachel hooked a forearm around his neck, leaned back, and undulated on his cock, feeling sexier than she had in well over a year. Wild. Wanton. More like…herself. She didn’t realize how bad she’d gotten until she remembered what feeling good was like. The realization stunned her. Who had she been all this time? Where had she been?

Eli pulled her close, evidently sensing the shift in her mood as his movements gentled, and he clasped her to him tenderly as he continued thrusting. She wanted this back, this wonderful, healing, sexual intimacy that she’d missed so desperately. It sucked that the only way she’d reclaimed it had been to admit there was a problem. Energy and the desire to give him back the woman he loved and needed swelled within her, and she poured it out on him.

She grasped big handfuls of his luxuriant, silky hair as she held on for dear life and another orgasm flashed and burst within her as he cried out, pumping with forceful strokes to his own climax. They both held on to each other for dear life, and she panted against his chest as he rocked with her.

“Wow,” she whispered in a long-drawn-out breath.

He kissed her crown and then gently gripped the back of her head and tilted so he could gaze into her eyes. Fireworks burst above them, illuminating their embrace and the intimacy of their trysting spot.

“You are the most beautiful, sexiest, most loving woman I’ve ever known, Rachel Wolf, and I’m going to spend my life loving every inch of you.”

Her pounding heart swelled with love as the deeper connection between them was renewed both physically and spiritually. “I remember now what it was like between us. I don’t know when I lost it, but I’m glad you waited for me. I love you with all my heart, Eli.” Rachel squeezed his immense, solid body, stroking the muscular planes of his bare back as she offered a silent prayer of gratitude. “I’ll make an appointment to see Emma about the depression on Monday. Tonight helped so much, but I don’t expect it to magically go away.”

“We’ll deal with it together, one day at a time.”

They both looked up as another trio of rockets shot into the sky and burst in brilliant shades of purple, gold, and white. Rachel smiled and snuggled against his chest. “Wonder if anyone missed us.”

Eli chuckled. “I wonder if anyone heard us.”

She laughed and Eli groaned as the muscular contractions did funny things to their still-connected parts again. Feeling around on the ground, Eli pulled his cell phone from his jeans pocket. The screen lit up for a second. “We still have ten minutes left. They were probably so into the fireworks nobody even noticed we weren’t there.”

Rachel scoffed as he lifted her gently from his cock. “They’ll notice. There was a definite sexy vibe in the group today. I don’t know what’s been going on, but I think we aren’t the only ones who got laid.”

Eli chuckled but didn’t say anything else as he pulled his boxers and jeans back on then helped remove leaves from her tangled hair.

By the time they reached the group the show was just approaching its brilliant, sparkling crescendo as a multitude of rockets shot into the air in blazing glory and people cheered. Summer waved at her from Ace’s lap on the tailgate of their SUV while Kemp sat in a folding chair beside them stroking her bare feet. Rosemary and her men, and Lydia and her men sat nearby on blankets spread on the grass.

Rachel was glad to see that Rosemary had rejoined the group and now had a greater appreciation for the fact that she’d withdrawn during the heat of the day to rest at home. Rachel hoped to learn to live within her limitations, instead of fighting them and pushing herself too hard. It sounded like Eli planned to help her with that too. The thought made her smile. If his intervention this evening was a hint of how he planned to help her then she was all for it.

They settled down on the empty blanket next to Grace’s, and Rachel looked around at the gathering of friends, appreciating them all in different ways. Teresa sat in a lawn chair with Eleazar on her lap, while Angel and Joaquin crouched off to the side talking to Michael and pointing at the stars while he asked questions and talked a mile a minute.

Grace tapped Rachel’s arm and pointed discreetly at the shadowed form of a man standing at the edge of their group. His toddler son was seated on his shoulders, talking a mile a minute. “Did you see who showed up?”

“Is that Patrick Owen and Patrick Junior?”