Divine Charity (2 page)

Jake Redman
is a private investigations and security subcontractor.

Gil James
is the foreman at the Rockin’ C Ranch.

His Tattooed Virgin

Jayne (Sheridan) Carter
is the head librarian at the Divine Memorial Library.

Seth Carter
is a tattoo artist and owner of Divine Ink Tattoo Studio located in downtown Divine. They have a son named
Toby
. Jayne and Seth were introduced to each other in Sparks Fly! Their full love story is told in His Tattooed Virgin.

Tiny Dancer

Camilla (O’Neal) Parks
is the owner of the Twisted Bull night club and Chantilly’s Steakhouse, located in Morehead.

Ben Lawrence
and
Quinten Parks
are business partners with Ethan Grant in the Dancing Pony nightclub.

They are the parents of brand new twin boys,
James
and
Joshua
.

Tangled In Divine

Gwen (Henderson) Alvarez
is a retired world barrel racing champion and a consultant specializing in horse training and teaching barrel racing techniques.

Julian Alvarez
and
Chris Potter
are full-time ranchers who run the Bucking H Ranch in Colorado and the Bucking H2 Ranch in Divine.

Lucy’s Revenge

Lucy (Carter) Owen
is a self-employed licensed massage therapist and owner of A Divine Retreat located in downtown Divine.

Patrick Owen
is an architect and single dad to his five-year-old son,
PJ
, and
Beck O’Malley
is a beekeeper.

Maizy the Bear Charmer

Maizy (Owen) Welsh
is a kindergarten teacher in Divine. She is Patrick Owen’s sister.

Cody Welsh, Heath Lindsey
, and
Spencer Ketchum
, known affectionately to their friends as “the bears,” provide security at the Twisted Bull nightclub in Morehead, Texas.

Awakening Veronica

Veronica (Benedict) Stinson
is a bestselling romance author.

Hank Stinson
is the Sheriff of Divine County and
Travis McDaniel
is a former game warden and facility coordinator for a local boys’ ranch.

I hope you enjoy the next installment in the Divine Creek Ranch Collection…

DIVINE CHARITY

Divine Creek Ranch 18

HEATHER RAINIER

Copyright © 2014

February…

Justin Connors groaned as he flexed his hips, reveling in Charity’s silken heat. He slid his goatee against the damp, fragrant column of her throat. Her breath caught and she shuddered, the corresponding contraction deep within her grasping his cock with a sensual tug, making him groan again. His wife chuckled, a sexy, velvety sound, as she raked her nails over his ass cheeks, inspiring him to thrust one last time. His cock twitched as her searing heat clenched and caressed him from the head to the root. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he inhaled her unique natural fragrance until she filled his senses and his heart throbbed.

“God, I love you, woman.”

A replete sigh slipped from her lips, fanning against his hair as she squeezed him with her thighs and ground her pussy against him. “I love you, too. More and more every day. So much sometimes it hurts.”

He lifted his head and looked into her blue eyes, shadowed in the flickering candle flames. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you. I’d do anything for you, babe. Anything.”

Her arms tightened and she giggled as she murmured, “I know. You just did.”

Anytime she came to him with that fire in her eyes, he was all on board with what his woman craved.

He’d been grateful for the call from his mother earlier in the afternoon, inviting Beau and Justine over for a weekend geo-caching trip to Vanderpool and the surrounding area. Their teenagers were packed and ready to leave within a few minutes of getting home from school. They’d hugged their mom and dad and bid them to have a great weekend alone together. As if by divine appointment, FedEx had delivered a package from Hips & Curves for Charity that very afternoon.

The throbbing beat of the music Charity loved to dance to had begun fifteen minutes later. She’d appeared in the hallway dressed in a short gauzy dress with a peasant bodice that offered him teasing views of her nipples through the white fabric. With smoldering blue eyes, she’d bared a shoulder as she turned, captivating him with a brief view of the curve of her ass.

Gazing at him over her shoulder, she asked, “Want to see more?”

“Yes,” he murmured from his seat on the couch, noting her seductive half smile as he pushed the pillows away to welcome her onto his lap when she was finished.

Her long, wavy golden hair had swung around, creating a tantalizing veil as she slipped the bodice down her shoulders and tugged the long bell-like sleeves from her arms one inch at a time.

After an enticing striptease she’d crawled into his lap naked and confessed she’d been a bad, bad girl and needed to be spanked hard. Hiding his own pleasure at that news, he’d growled and told her to assume the position. Using the system they’d put in place years before they knew any of their friends were into spanking or BDSM, he’d asked her for her number, indicating the intensity she’d hoped he’d reach by the end of the play session. She’d looked him in the eye from her placement across his lap and said one word.

“Eight.”

When she asked for a ten, he knew he needed to have a talk with her first to discover what was causing her to need that much intensity. Eight meant she wanted to play hard and be fucked harder after. His cock twitched again at the memory. Her screams and multiple orgasms had told him he’d given her what she’d needed. Now he contented himself with what he needed from her, still buried inside her, connected on a deep heart level. Domination didn’t flip his switch like it did for other men he knew and he wouldn’t exactly call her a submissive but she sure loved her spankings. He slid his hand around her hip and ass cheek, checking on the heat and smiled when she moaned.

“Good?” he asked.

“Perfect. You’re a mind reader, babe.”

His sideways grin brought out a corresponding twinkle in her eyes and he brushed his lips against hers as he murmured, “I aim to please, ma’am.”

She tilted her head, rubbing her lower lip against his, shuddering again as his facial hair tickled her. Flicking her tongue against the underside of his upper lip, she swirled her hips against him while squeezing his dick with her pussy muscles. His cock tingled and twitched and she moaned in response as she whispered, “You’re so good to me. I’d do anything for you, too. Anything.”

He brushed the blonde strands from her forehead and kissed her again, dipping his tongue into the warm sweetness of her mouth. Even in the hardest times, she’d loved him, supported him, and clung to him when
that
was what he needed most. The passage of time had changed their perspectives. Seasoned them. Made her more beautiful to him with each passing year. She was his end and his beginning. The woman his world revolved around. Knowing her that well meant he could easily tell when something was on her mind.

“Tell me what’s been troubling you,” he whispered before kissing her again. The pulse in the base of her throat quickened beneath his lips and he lifted his gaze to hers expectantly.

A slight smile curved her lips and she sighed. “I can’t hide from you, can I?”

“No, and I don’t want you to. What’s on your mind?”

She reached up and stroked her index finger over his eyebrow. “Do you ever regret marrying so young? I’m not asking if you regret marrying me, just…do you wish we’d waited, put off having a family so young? Our childhood ended with high school graduation when lots of our friends were going off to four more years of social life and partying at college. The ink was barely dry on your high school diploma when you went to work for your dad and uncles full time.”

“You made the same kind of sacrifice, babe. I enjoy what I do and I was never cut out to be a college boy. I knew what I wanted.” He ran his teeth up the column of her throat and she shivered and gasped. “I’d do everything the same if I had to do it over again, and the benefit of having kids so young is that they’re nearly grown and soon we’ll have an empty nest and lots of time to make up for.”

She chuckled. “Yeah, but you’ll be making up for lost time with an old chick with sagging breasts and stretch marks.” He growled in warning and she continued. “I’m just worried about losing my appeal. Not today, or tomorrow, but in ten years…twenty years…”

“You’ll still be the woman I love.”

“Yeah, and you’ll still be aging so damned gracefully and young women will still be attracted to you. Women I won’t be able to compete with.”

“Women who could never hold a candle to you. I want to grow old with you and you alone. You’re worried but time will prove what I’m saying. And don’t be too hard on this body, babe. Remember, it was me who knocked you up in the first place.”

She giggled and nodded. “Everyone thought I was pregnant when we got married right out of high school.”

“I wouldn’t have minded if you had been.”

He could still recall the night she’d given him her virginity. To everyone else, she showed her strength, determination, and her will, but it was to him she’d given her vulnerability and trust. He’d known way back then that their first moonlight tryst on the leafy bank of the Divine Creek would never be enough. He’d wanted a lifetime of nights with her.

Charity said, “Some people were betting that we wouldn’t make it. They didn’t think I’d finish vocational school and that we’d wind up moving back home.”

“Yeah, except for Val and Ransome.”

A distant look came into her eyes before she made eye contact with him and smiled. “And Grace,” she added, stroking his chest hair. “She knew we’d be okay, too. And when the kids came along, it was because we were ready…or at least we thought we were.”

He stroked the underside of her breasts with the backs of his fingers and leaned down to nuzzle her breast with his lips and murmured, “I remember watching you nurse Beau.” She giggled again and he laughed along with her. “Remember that first day home when your milk came in?”

“I was huge! I remember asking you ‘what the hell am I supposed to do with these?’”

“But you figured it out just fine.”

“Yeah, with your help.”

He could still recall the uncertainty in her eyes as Beau had wailed while she leaked breast milk all over her shirt and the blanket she’d been trying to discreetly cover herself with. Trying like hell to hide his own “new father” anxiety, Justin had gently removed the covering from her and had done what he could to ease her nerves. The love in her eyes as she’d allowed him to help her position the baby more comfortably had signaled a new level of trust developing between them. When Beau had finally latched on and gotten down to business, she’d shed relieved tears and kissed Justin in gratitude. From that first scary night, she’d never hidden herself from him again.

“You’re a good mom. But you’re more than that. I thought you were beautiful when you fed our babies and I loved watching you do it.”

She scoffed. “With dark circles under my eyes, sore nipples, hormonal, and a jelly belly?”

Justin shook his head. “That’s not what I remember. I recall the way you’d stroke them and sing to them. I remember the way you’d look at me sometimes while holding them.” A lump formed in his throat and he stroked her nipple with his tongue. Her breath caught and her nipple tightened to a beaded peak. “Unspeakably beautiful. I have no other words. I really meant it when I said I’d do anything for you.”

“I don’t know what to say,” she replied in a shaky voice as she stroked the back of his head.

“Where do you see life taking us as Beau goes off to college and Justine becomes a senior this fall?”

“What do you mean? Like traveling?”

“Sure. But if you could make changes in our life together, what would you want?”