Their Divine Doctor(Divine Creek Ranch 9)(27)

“Mmm-hmm. Where do you want me?”

“This table is just the right height, I think. But let’s move to the end so the bench isn’t in the way, though.” He helped her as she sat up and assisted her when she wobbled a bit. He moved the towel to the end of the table, glad she’d packed it because splinters would have rendered this experience less pleasant. Duke helped her to sit on the table once more and held her feet as she scooted as close as she could to the edge. Gage rolled a condom onto his weeping shaft, gritting his teeth at the stimulation.

The sun shone through the branches, illuminating her flushed face and torso as she watched him. Duke sat beside her on the picnic table, and she smiled up at him and took the hand he offered as Gage lifted her long, satiny legs and wrapped them loosely around his waist and held them there.

Emma moaned as he maneuvered his cock to her cunt, pressed slightly, and just barely breached her opening. She wiggled against him and said, “I wanted you both so much this week, while you were gone.”

Gage gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to come before he’d even gotten started because Emma’s slick entrance felt so good. His cock slid into her tight, engulfing heat, and he had to pause and concentrate on not losing it. “I missed you too, angel. I thought about last Sunday night constantly. God, you feel good.”

He groaned when she clenched her pussy muscles to tug on him as he pulled out. She moaned low in agreement and did it over and over again with each thrust and retreat until he’d broken out into a sweat. He wished he could last all night because what she did to him with that little pussy was addicting.

Emma practically purred as she said, “My pussy loves you and doesn’t want you to leave. Fuck me, Gage.”

She reached down to finger her clit, but Duke removed her hand and held something up for her to see. “I got you a little something new for your collection, Em.”

“Oh!” she gasped as Gage gave her every long, hard inch, and said, “A present for me. You’re so sweet.”

“I’m going to try it out.”

Gage slid home, and Duke applied the little clit stimulator to her swollen bundle of nerves at the same time.

“Oh, yes!” Her pussy clenched hard, and Gage growled in pleasure as her pussy grew tighter and tighter with each stroke until it felt like she ruthlessly fisted him. The muscles in her legs tightened up, her back arched off the table, and Duke leaned down to catch her cries with his kiss as she came violently undone.

Her pussy muscles rippled and clenched in rhythmic pulses on Gage’s cock. He pistoned faster until he thought he’d scream as a bolt of heat shot down his spine and his whole body clenched in orgasm. Cum jetted from him in searing streams inside her hot, silky cunt. He grasped her hips and leaned forward to rest over her for a moment, needing to feel her skin on his.

She slid her arms around his neck and pressed soft kisses to his throat as he caught his breath and shuddered with satisfaction.

The sounds of birds and the river beyond the trees came to him, and he remembered that the three of them were outside, naked, fucking in broad daylight. He glanced up at his cousin, and Duke smiled at him.

It occurred to Gage that though he had no problems with lovemaking at all, he generally preferred to do it in a dark or dimly lit room. He was self-conscious of the scars his father had inflicted on him as an infant and a toddler. They covered his body, and he hated to make his lovers uncomfortable by revealing them under brighter light. Many times they’d never even known. But Emma knew.

She lay beneath him kissing the burn scar on his pectoral that Roger Randall had gifted him with, probably for doing nothing more than making too much noise.

With Emma, none of that seemed to matter. He didn’t talk about what had happened to him to very many people. Even on the night they’d met at the Campbell Lake campground, he hadn’t felt like that was a part of himself he needed to hide from her. He recalled the way she’d laid her hand on his back that night and reassured him, and the gentle way she’d stroked his ass as he’d told her what had happened. She hadn’t felt sorry for him in a way that made him feel pitiful. And she’d let it go after he’d offered an explanation, accepting it as fact and moving on. It hadn’t changed the way she responded to him like it did with others who had found out.

Here lay the woman he loved, kissing his scars. He let out a shuddering breath realizing that was true. He loved her. He loved her self-conscious little habits, the warmth of her smile, the way she squealed as they’d jumped from the plane, and the way she crooned to him softly as she allowed him to draw close to her beautiful body.