Her Gentle Giant, Part 2: Remember to Dance (17 page)

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A while later, Grace reveled in Adam’s secure embrace as he led her around the improvised dance floor. Her cheek was pressed against his firm, warm chest, and she held on as they danced a slow, languid waltz together. He squeezed her gently, and she looked up at him then smiled at the twinkle in his pale green eyes.

“Baby, I just realized something.” His deep, sexy voice sent a delicate shudder through her, centering in her clit. In his arms, she was never more than a heartbeat away from arousal.

“What, honey?”

“You haven’t told me what you want from me for Christmas.”

She snuggled closer to his tall frame in the crisp night air. “I already have what I want.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, but I want to give you something special for Christmas,” he murmured as he stroked her cheek with a callused finger.

“I don’t need anything.” She held on to him tighter. “Just your arms around me.”

Adam sighed. “Are you giving me something?” he countered reasonably.

“Oooh, yes, baby! And it’s going to be so awesome!” she said, her cheeks warming as she envisioned the looks on their faces when they opened their gifts.

“So you understand why I would want to give you something? You love the idea of having a surprise for me for Christmas. I want to get you something, too.”

Well, he certainly has me there, doesn’t he?

She tilted her head up to look at him. “All right. Only I can’t think of anything I want right now.”

“There’s bound to be something you’d like to have or maybe do?”

“Oh. Something we could do together?”

“Sure. Wanna go skydiving?” he asked, grinning at the face she made.

“You
do
know me, right? Do I strike you as the type to leap boldly from a perfectly good airplane?” Grace asked with a chuckle.

“Okay, it was just a thought. How about a swimming pool?”

“That’s too big an expenditure for a Christmas gift. You can do that in the spring if you want to, though. Then we could have parties out by the pool. But I do have an idea.”

“What is it, baby?”

“I’ve always wanted to take formal ballroom dancing lessons. You know, the Viennese waltz, the cha-cha-cha, and the rumba? That’s what I want from you, Adam. Ballroom dance lessons,” she announced happily.

He looked down at her quizzically. “You’re sure? You’re already a phenomenal dancer. You and Ethan make such good dance partners. Maybe you should ask him…”

She realized taking ballroom dancing lessons to him was like her going skydiving—a bit of a stretch out of his comfort zone.

“He’s already decided what he’s getting me. I love dancing with him, you, and Jack. But I want to take lessons with
you
. We’d have to go to Morehead, so we’d have the drive over there and the time in the lessons, for
just the two of us
. Wouldn’t you like that?” she asked softly, rubbing her breasts against his chest.

Adam squeezed her and chuckled sexily. “Since you put it
that
way, baby, I think dancing lessons would be fun.”

“Thank you, honey. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“If you think of something else you want, you tell me, okay? Maybe something you can unwrap from me on Christmas morning.”

“I love you.” She sighed happily.

“I love you, too, baby.”

Jack walked up and patted Adam on the back. Adam deftly twirled her into Jack’s arms.

“Dizzy?” Jack asked with a grin as she giggled and settled in his strong embrace.

“Oh, no. My buzz was short-lived. I haven’t had any more beer since we got back. I may get one later, but I’m having fun without it. Are you having fun, honey?”

“Yes, darlin’, especially with you in my arms,” he murmured and kissed her gently. “I heard you talking to Adam about Christmas when I walked up. Are you going to tell me what I can get you for under the Christmas tree?”

“I do know of something I’ve wanted to do.”

“Name it, darlin’.”

“You and me at Tessa’s.
Just the two of us
in one of the privacy booths.” His immediate smile confirmed that he liked the way she thought.

“What about something to unwrap Christmas morning? Jewelry, maybe?”

 “Honey, jewelry
always
works. Now that you mention it, I would like something else. Remember the slave bracelet you all had made for Rachel?”

At his nod, she said, “I liked that slave bracelet and anklet. Can Clay make something to go with my other matching pieces?”

“I’m sure he could. I’ll ask him. I’ll get you the bracelet and let Adam get you the anklet. Ethan already has another surprise up his sleeve for you.”

“But I know about—”

“Yeah. This is something you
didn’t
ask for, though. I’m anxious to see
you
in what you asked him for. Naughty, naughty girl.” He growled into her ear with his sexy Texas drawl. Her clit throbbed, as Grace realized he was imagining her in her more intimate jewelry pieces. “You are a sweet, hot thing, Grace Warner.” She trembled deliciously when he pressed her to him so his stiffening cock was against her belly. “I want you. Right now.”

 She surreptitiously rubbed against him again. “Tack room, first barn. Give me a two-minute head start.” The tack room in the first barn had a lock on the inside of the room. She had no idea why. His hands slid down over her ass and squeezed gently.

He chuckled softly and his next words made her pussy go completely slick. “Two minutes. Bare-assed and over my favorite saddle.”

He patted her ass then kissed her and led her from the dance floor. He casually strolled over to the beer keg then looked back at her with secret promise in his eyes. She slipped away into the shadows and made her way up to the darkened first barn. Walking up the moonlit aisle between the horse stalls, Grace paused when Languir nickered faintly at her, and she patted his neck before continuing on to the tack room. She found the key to the outer padlock and unlocked it then slipped inside, leaving the key on the shelf nearby. Moonlight filtered in from the roof skylights as Grace located Jack’s saddle on its rack and quickly took off her boots and socks. She unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off and folded them. As she laid them on a bench, she heard a sound.

“Darlin’?”

“I’m here.”

The door cracked open, and Jack entered then turned to lock it from the inside. She slid her fingers into the waistband of her thong, slipped it off, and laid it with the jeans. She silently moved to him and gasped at the feel of his hot hands as they slid around her waist and palmed her ass cheeks. He kissed her hard on the lips, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. His fingers glided down the cleft of her ass and found her hot and wet. His callused fingertips slid into her slick heat, and she was unable to stop the gasp that escaped her lips.

“Darlin’, you’re hot and ready, aren’t you? Eager to play?” His other hand slid over her mound, and his fingertips stroked her clit as well.

“Mmm-
hmm,
” she moaned softly as she fumbled with his belt and the fly of his jeans.

Once she had his thick cock free of the denim, she knelt in front of him and, without preamble, slid his rock-hard erection between her lips. His low groan of pleasure brought another rush of moisture to her swollen lips. She worked him in a slow sucking rhythm until he stopped her. Surprised, she looked up. The intense love and lust in his tanned face spoke volumes to her, and he didn’t need to say a word.

She rose to her feet and sauntered bare-assed over to his saddle, which sat on its rack at hip level. She looked over her shoulder at him, and crooked her finger. She leaned over the saddle and took hold of the rack underneath as she braced her feet in the corners of the stand. She knew doing so presented her ass in a delicious display that would have his cock screaming to get inside of her.

“Mmm, darlin’, that is such a pretty sight. You on your little tippy-toes, this pretty little pussy of mine for the taking,” he whispered softly so they would not be overheard if someone came in the barn.

He slid his fingers up her inner thighs and caressed her inner lips. He chuckled at her little moan of pleasure. One hand slid around her hip and down over her mound to play with her clit. Doing that caused her back to arch, and she offered herself to him with soft, panting breaths. She groaned when his thick cock pressed at her entrance and pushed back onto him, crying out softly as his thick heat burrowed inside her.

“Oh, Jack! Oh, oh, honey, I’m already so—”

“Is it good, darlin’? Does my cock feel good slidin’ into you?” He gently but firmly grasped her hips, thrusting all the way to the hilt. His other hand strummed her clit as he began to stroke into her, and he tilted his hips as his cockhead slid past her sweet spot.

“Oh, Jack…” Gone was the notion of keeping silent. There was just no way.

Jack growled softly. “You have such a soft, warm little pussy, darlin’. I’m never going to get enough of it.”

He pulled out and thrust in again, pressing her firmly against the saddle and thrusting deeply inside her. She loved the feel his thick, hot erection sliding into her. He rubbed her pleasure spot and strummed her clit at the same time. She groaned in happy delight as the little jumping spasms began in her cunt. She arched her back and tightened up around his cock as she gyrated against him.

“Jack, I’m close, I’m…I’m…oh, Jack, I’m coming!” She gasped. Soft little cries escaped her lips as the muscles in her pussy gripped him tightly, and he pumped wildly into her hot depths.

Grace felt his lips between her shoulder blades as he continued strumming her clit and rocked his hips into her. On the heels of her first orgasm, another bloomed, and she tightened her muscles around his cock again. He fucked her with firm, short strokes, ramming to the hilt with each thrust.

Her breasts and hair swayed over the saddle as she turned to look over her shoulder. She watched Jack as his thrusts became more intense, and she groaned in ecstasy as another stronger orgasm rippled through her body. Her hips undulated wildly as she rode his cock with a low moan, uncaring who heard that time. With a final thrust and a deep growl, Jack held her tightly to him and she hummed in approval as she felt his cock pulse deep inside her.  

She lay over the saddle, completely boneless as he slid from her and went in search of something she could use to clean up with. Finally, he came back with his clean handkerchief and helped her. After she was re-dressed and he was put back together, he pulled her into a gentle embrace.

“Darlin’, you’re my every dream come true, you know that? Was I too rough?”

She chortled softly in the dim light. “No, you were rough
enough
. I love you, Jack. I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I love you so much.” She looped her arms gently around his waist.

“I love you, darlin’.” He held the base of her head in his hands as he kissed her thoroughly but gently. “I’ll always love you.”

“Our guests may be wondering where we are. We should probably get back.”

“You want me to give you a head start?”

She waved a hand carelessly. “Ah, we’re married. Anyone here who is shocked needs to be shocked more often,” she replied, chuckling softly.

Jack grinned at her and reached in his jacket pocket. Checking his cell phone, he got a serious look on his face and said to her, “Darlin’, let me take you back to the party. There’s something I need to deal with. It won’t take but a few minutes. I need to borrow Adam from you for a few minutes, too, if you don’t mind.”

Grace noticed the serious look on his face and grew worried. “Is everything all right?”

He smiled warmly at her and kissed her. “It’s perfect. I have to make a call, and we’ll both be back before you know it.”

Chapter Forty-three

Jack walked Grace back to the party and stopped to hold her and kiss her tenderly once more then made his way through the shadows to where his SUV was parked. He sent a text, and Adam and Ace joined him less than two minutes later. Once they were in the SUV and he was pulling down the long gravel driveway, he called Ethan back. Ace sat in the front passenger seat sending a text.

“I can’t
fucking
believe our luck.” Ethan’s voice grated over the speaker phone. “You guys need to get your asses here quick. Eli’s holding it together so far, probably only because McCoy hasn’t mentioned seeing Rachel here the other day. He’s drunk as a skunk and running his mouth non-stop up at the bar. Pull around to the back. I’ve left the door propped open, and the security cameras are already turned off. Hope you have a plan.”

“We’ll take care of it,” Jack said. “You closing up right now?”

“It’s last call. The waitresses and other workers are already cleaning up so they can all get out to the ranch. The timing is perfect,” Ethan replied. “McCoy won’t know what hit him, or who, for that matter.”

Ace said. “Kemp is going to meet us there. Remember, not one word about who this is for or what we know about his predilections. The less said the better. Jack, have Eli tap him on the head before he brings him out back. Kemp will handle the rest. He’ll think he blacked out and won’t know who beat him up. But not one word about what we know, or he’ll bolt if he remembers what you said.”

They all agreed as they pulled up to the backdoor. Using a hunting knife, Jack tore off the corner of a heavy cotton tarp, grabbed a roll of duct tape, and gave them to the men. A large, black Escalade pulled up beside them, and a giant of a man climbed from the front seat. The man was built like a tank but dressed in a suit and an expensive leather coat. He nodded at them and spoke quietly with Ace.

Jack left the others waiting in the back and went in. The bar was emptying out as people finished their drinks and headed to the front door. Eli, Mike, and Rogelio were all smiles when they saw Jack. Eli must have let them in on it, considering how close they were to Rachel, though he doubted that Eli gave them all the details.