Sparks Fly(Divine Creek Ranch 11)(57)

“I never heard a rattlesnake but that boar scared the crap out of me. I think the fact that I was naked made it even scarier. I’m not sure I could’ve outrun that thing.”

“He didn’t seem too intent on attacking once I fired a round. I’m glad you’re all right.”

“You had a clear shot and you didn’t take it?” Grace sounded surprised.

“I wasn’t on a hunt and we weren’t prepared to deal with a dead, wild pig. Not when you needed us. You were my main concern.” His only concern, besides making sure the feral pig kept its distance once it left off the chase.

“Thank you,” she whispered and curled herself around him. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Gracie. If the circumstances had been different, the chase we’d have given you would’ve led to a night to remember. We’ll have to plan something like that in a more civilized setting.”

Grace trembled in his arms. “Bring it on, baby.”

Ethan concentrated on the soft skin at her throat, kissing her and stroking her all over through the silky fabric of her dress until his fingers found their way beneath the hemline.

He groaned happily when he discovered her bare, damp pussy. In a teasing tone he whispered, “You naughty girl. Where are your panties?”

“I didn’t bother, you know, just in case…” Grace’s giggle was cut off by a gasp as he stroked two fingers into her hot, slick cunt.

Jack turned onto the driveway, and by the time they reached the house, she was an aroused, whimpering bundle of need in Ethan’s arms.

Adam helped her from the vehicle, and they entered the dimly lit interior of the house, switching off lights as they headed toward the stairs to her suite of rooms.

Grace silently turned the knob on Rose Marie’s door, and they risked a peek inside. In the dim lamplight, Ethan could see little Rose Marie’s blonde head resting on her mattress. Her little rosebud lips were parted, and he smiled when they moved rhythmically as though she were suckling in her sleep. They backed out of the room and proceeded to the door that led to the decadent haven of Grace’s mistress suite, which was dominated by the giant canopied sleigh bed he’d designed and given to her as a wedding gift.

Just for tonight, wild ménage sex on a lookout, watching a distant thunderstorm, didn’t hold the appeal that making love to his wife in a comfortable bed did.

Ethan knew after running around on a dusty gravel road Grace would want to clean up and walked into the bathroom to turn on the water so it could get warm. The three of them joined her in the shower, and she sighed happily as they took turns bathing her and allowed her to return the favor. By the time they were done with her, she was squeaky clean and about ready to spontaneously combust. He felt much the same way.

He enjoyed watching her bountiful, swollen breasts sway with her movements as she towel-dried her hair. Nursing his baby daughter had done amazing things for what he’d already thought were perfect breasts. Even though she’d complained at times about the ravages motherhood had wreaked on her body, he found that he couldn’t get enough of the sight of her beautiful, lush form. He found her even more desirable because of the love she lavished on him, them, and their daughter, but also because she took care of herself and tried to not overdo. The last thing any of her men wanted was for her to feel frazzled, overworked, or unappreciated.

Ethan’s cock strained and tingled as he watched her walk. She peeked over her shoulder and winked at him as she took her time climbing into the tall bed, showing him her pussy as Adam dimmed the lights and Jack lit a couple of candles.

Ethan and Grace piled the pillows at the headboard, and then she came into his arms. He stroked her waist and groaned with contentment as she kissed him. He held her tight and returned the kiss as his heart surged with love for her. He was her slave. Her skin was like pearlescent silk beneath his fingertips, and desire swelled his cock even further as she enclosed it in her gentle grasp and caressed him.

A drawer in the bedside table opened and closed, and then the bed dipped as Jack and Adam joined them and the three of them enclosed her, kissing whatever part of her that their lips could conveniently reach. Adam placed the bottle of lubricant and a condom in Ethan’s hand, and he grinned. That was their unspoken signal for who got to take her anally. Grace still enjoyed the way they nonverbally changed things up with her, so she never knew how they’d position her. The condom was used because that was the way Grace preferred it anally. He was all about giving Grace what she wanted because she always returned the favor.

Grace turned onto her other side, facing away from Ethan, and willingly presented her ass to him, tilting her hips in a move that never failed to excite the caveman inside him. Her men always handled this for her, lubricating her rear opening so that she experienced no discomfort, never assuming she would lubricate herself for their use. It was the least they could do considering the way she gave herself unreservedly to them.