Sparks Fly(Divine Creek Ranch 11)(59)

“Let go for us, Gracie.” Ethan wanted her full release just this once. She looked up at him, battling the need to be quiet with the urge to obey him. “I’ll kiss you so she never hears a sound. Just let it all go for us. I want it, Gracie.”

She couldn’t resist his direct request and gathered a shaky breath as Adam reached down to stroke her clit and softly agreed with him. “I want to hear you to come hard for us, baby. Give it to us.”

She suddenly froze between them. Her back arched, and her eyes flew open, filled with bliss, as she took a deep, shaky breath. Her nails sank into his forearm, and his lips descended on hers, swallowing her ecstatic scream as she went wild between them, thrashing and undulating with each convulsion of her cunt and ass on their cocks. His release was torn from him in blazing jets as his control snapped and satisfaction exploded within him. Adam bowed his head and appeared to be biting his tongue as he thrust with animalistic intensity and then stilled with a soft growl against the other side of her throat.

Ethan felt the bed dip and groaned as every nerve ending in his body sang with pleasure. He chuckled as he recalled wanting “slow and easy” ménage sex. There was no such thing with Grace. It might have started out that way, but she always brought out the cavemen in them.

Adam sighed and stirred. Ethan was still spent, holding her reclining in his arms. She looked up at Adam with adoration as he withdrew his softened cock. Her eyes darkened, and she bit her lip and whispered, “Sorry.” She stroked the bloody scratch marks she’d left on his shoulder.

Adam glanced at it and grinned. “I don’t mind playful kitten scratches. I can take it. Until they heal, I’ll think of this night every time I see them.”

Adam got off the bed and passed Jack on his way back from the bathroom with a warm washcloth for her. She lay still as Ethan withdrew from her ass and allowed Jack to clean her up. In the beginning, she’d objected and preferred to do that for herself. She’d given in once she understood they needed to reassure themselves that they hadn’t hurt her. It was still done out of consideration for her since she was usually wiped out by foursomes.

On wobbling legs, Ethan rose from the bed and disposed of the condom and stepped into the hot shower Jack had started as Adam left the bathroom to return to Grace’s side. Ethan didn’t doubt she’d be asleep by the time he was done, which explained Adam’s grin. She’d be cuddled in between Jack and Adam fast asleep when he climbed into the bed.

Ethan didn’t really mind. For a long time, Adam had chosen the odd-man-out position, sleeping with his head resting on her abdomen and his feet hanging off the end of the bed just to be close to her. Grace had put a stop to it when Adam’s neck started giving him problems, and she’d told them it was time to take turns. Then, she’d gotten pregnant and sleeping with Adam’s head on her abdomen would’ve been uncomfortable for her anyway.

The bed was certainly wide enough, so it wasn’t a tight squeeze or hardship, but he much preferred to have warm Grace snuggled against him instead of a pillow. Life went on.

The baby monitor was in Adam’s bedroom downstairs with his parents so they’d hear Rose Marie if there was a problem. Ethan still slipped on pajama bottoms and went next door to check on Rose Marie out of habit, entering silently to not disturb anyone.

Rose Marie rolled, and by her breathing he could tell she was awake and probably needing a diaper change. He switched off the monitor and went to the crib and lowered the rail.

“Hey, sugar. Got wet undies?”

“Dada.” She smiled at him and made sweet baby sounds as he laid her down and changed her diaper quietly. With her little baby fists she rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned as he snapped her lightweight sleeper closed again and lifted her into his arms. Recalling Wes and Evan’s earlier announcement about Rosemary expecting their baby, Ethan remembered the day Grace had told them she was pregnant. One of the happiest days of his life.

His baby girl rested her little tousled head against his shoulder as he took a seat in the rocking chair and hummed a lullaby to her. He smiled as she looked up at him, yawned again, and closed her little gray-green eyes. Adam might’ve fathered her, but she had all three of her daddies wrapped securely around her little fingers, just like her mama.

Ethan rested his head against the rocker and smiled in the dim room.

Yeah, life’s good.



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Jayne was certain she was going to be a zombie the next morning. It had been a long day, but for her it had flown by in a blur. She regretted that it would end soon and knew she wouldn’t sleep a wink once her head finally hit her pillow.