Her Gentle Giant, Part 2: Remember to Dance (18 page)

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Eli watched Reese McCoy in disgust as he sat at the bar, raving about his days on the DivineHigh School football team to Ben, completely unaware the lights had come on and the place was closing down. When the last customer was out the front door and the deadbolt lock slid into place, Mike nodded at Eli. Eli looked at Jack, who gestured to the backdoor. Eli approached the overweight, slobbering drunk. A dissipated, degenerate lifestyle had visited its revenge on him in the last few years, and Eli was revolted by even the thought of touching him.

Eli took him by one upper arm and lifted him bodily from the tall chair.

“Hey there, buddy. Come on with me. I’ll help you out to your truck,” Eli grated out as he steered him to the backdoor.

McCoy was so blindly drunk he didn’t even realize he was being escorted out the backdoor. “Aww, shanks, Eli. What a good guy, here’s my keesh,” he slurred, handing the key ring to Eli.

As Eli pulled him into the dim hallway, he tapped him lightly on the head with his fist, knocking Reese silly. He toed open the backdoor into the alley, where Ace and Adam waited with the blindfold and the duct tape. As they secured the tarp over his face so he could breathe but not see, they gave him a chance to regain his wits. Ace gestured to Eli with a finger to his lips, and Eli nodded in understanding.

For each innocent victim McCoy had ever abused or used, they silently kicked his sleazy, drunken, perverted, and dissipated ass. Justice was almost served. It would be complete when Ace got the incriminating evidence to his friend at the FBI.

After they were done, Ace got Jack’s attention. “Kemp would be happy to move him around front to his truck, but he was wondering if he could borrow your duct tape.”

Raising an eyebrow and smiling, Jack handed the roll of tape to him and said, “Sure. Why don’t you invite him back to the ranch? I know it’s late and all, but let him know he’s more than welcome.”

“Sure. Be right back.”

Kemp slung McCoy onto Jack’s torn drop cloth on the rear floorboard of his Escalade and shook Ace’s hand before leaving to finish his task. He waved to the others, saying nothing else, and Jack drove away from the club with Ethan and Eli following behind in Ethan’s truck.

After they returned to the ranch, Eli stopped them and said, “I would have been satisfied with seeing him on the evening news getting hauled into jail. Thank you, guys. That was for Rachel.”

Jack replied, “I wish like hell that it’d never been necessary in the first place, but I’m sincerely glad to be a tool for justice to be served.”

“We look out for our women,” Adam said softly.

“Hell yeah, we do,” Ethan added, and the others nodded.

Ace reminded them, “Not a word to anybody. He’s got to think he was jumped in the parking lot by thugs.”

“Greasy fucking bastard,” Ethan said. “I need to wash my hands.”

“Me, too,” Adam replied with a grimace.

* * * *

Rachel and Grace sat in the loungers by the bonfire, talking with her mom, Rosemary, Charity, and Jack’s older sister, Anne.

“I wonder what’s keeping the guys?” Grace asked. Rachel checked her watch. It was a little past one thirty.

“The club was pretty busy,” Rachel commented. “Maybe they had a lot of cleanup to do. Or maybe Jack’s errand took longer than he expected. What was he up to, anyway?”

“I don’t know,” Grace said with a shrug. “He didn’t tell me.”

Rachel was getting another cup of beer from the keg when large, gentle hands slid around her hips and pulled her to a tall, hard body. She shivered at his husky voice next to her ear. “You’re beautiful with your hair tousled and your cheeks rosy from the chilly air. Do you need me to warm you up a little, angel?”

She turned and smiled up at him, handed him the beer, and replied, “Just feeling your big, strong arms around me makes my heat index rise, big man.” She rose on her tiptoes, and he leaned down to kiss her. “We were starting to wonder where you were.”

“Mmm, the place was still packed at closing time.” He kissed her deeply, lifting her from her feet for a few seconds. “Bonfire’s going strong, I see.”

“Yeah, as big as Adam piled it, it’ll still be going on Monday.” She chuckled. “It’s nice and warm to sit near it, but I smell like smoke now. Everyone else follow you out?”

“Oh yeah, the whole crew is coming,” Eli said, gesturing with a thumb toward the increased noise level near the dance floor. Several newcomers made their way over, greeted Rachel, and visited the beer keg.

It was then that Rachel noticed Eli’s hands. “What were you doing before you got here?” she asked softly, tracing a fingertip over a swollen knuckle as she examined his hand.

“Just doing my job,” he murmured softly, but when she gazed up into his eyes, she saw something more. More than just him doing his job. For some odd reason, it struck her that he seemed satisfied.

“Oh? Did…someone get out of hand?” she asked softly. A shiver raced up her spine.

“Yeah, he needed to be taught a lesson. He won’t be mistreating any more women for a
long
time.”

“Oh. Somebody I know?” she asked, pressing his knuckle against her cheek, looking up at him with brimming eyes.

He nodded to her, and she hid her face in his chest as he smoothly moved away from the edge of the crowd into the darkness. “Are you upset with me? I didn’t seek him out. McCoy came in the bar and got drunk and…irritating.”

“He wasn’t worth all this trouble.”

“Oh, yeah he
was
,” Eli said with deep conviction in his voice. “It’s behind us now.”

 Jack approached with his cell phone. Smiling at Rachel, he beckoned to Eli and held out his phone. She watched as Eli took a sip of his beer and looked at the screen. She snickered as Jack jumped back when Eli spewed what he’d just sipped.

“Does that say what I think it says?”

She thought she heard Jack whisper, “Duct tape
underwear
,” as he pointed at the screen. Eli made a disgusted face and handed him the phone.

“Good thing there’s no picture,” Eli replied.

* * * *

Rachel couldn’t hold back a yawn at two thirty, and Eli chuckled when she did the Jell-O-neck-head-bob for the second time in five minutes.

“I think it’s time to tuck you into bed, Rachel. Does Dad have the key to your front door?”

She’d given her future father-in-law the key earlier in the evening. “Yeah. Why don’t we go say goodnight to Grace and the guys?” She yawned sleepily. She’d wanted to stay for a while once Eli arrived at the ranch since he’d missed the early evening fun.

They said goodnight, and Grace reminded her to sleep well since she was having her formal bridal portrait the next afternoon.

“You should sleep in. You don’t want to have puffy, sleepy eyes.”

Eli drove while Rachel dozed on the way home and lifted her from her truck and carried her to the front porch. He set her down to unlock the door then swept her back into his arms and carried her over the threshold.

“Good practice,” he whispered then kissed her.

They took a relaxing hot shower, and he washed her hair. “When are you going to wear that sexy-as-hell leather outfit for me?” he asked, massaging her scalp gently with his fingertips.

She moaned gratefully at his touch. “When we go out next Saturday night. You have that Saturday off, right?”

“Mmm-hmm. The boots, too? And the slave jewelry?”

“All of it. You’re fun, Eli. I love you,” she said dreamily as she rinsed her hair.

He then turned off the water and wrapped a towel around her. “That’s what you think now. Wait until
tomorrow
night.”

“Goody.” She giggled then yawned again as she climbed onto his bed.

He got under the covers with her and cuddled her back to his front and drew the sheet and blankets over them. She wriggled back against him, loving the feel of his body heat pressed against her. She decided she didn’t mind if he wanted to press some of that body heat
inside
her right now as well.

Eli chuckled and whispered, “Sleep for now, angel. You’re tired, and you’ve had a long day. We’ll make love when we wake up.”

“I love you.” She wiggled back against him on her side until she was effectively sitting in his lap. They were skin-to-skin from her heels up to the top of her head, which rested under his chin on his biceps, when she sighed in contentment. His warm hand slid over her hip and stilled her movements with a soft chuckle.

“You’re tempting me. I want you to rest, angel. In the morning, I’ll love you good and hard. Right now, we’re tired.” He kissed the top of her head. “Be a good girl.”

“Mmm.”

* * * *

Eli made good on his promise later that morning when she awoke to find him poised above her, between her thighs, suckling on one of her nipples and playing with the other. He must have been playing with her for a while because her pussy felt swollen and hot and soaking wet.

He released the nipple in his mouth with a soft pop and said, with a big grin, “Good morning, angel.”

He slid into her wet pussy in one smooth, slick stroke. She wrapped her legs around his hips and drew as close as she could to him.

“Oh, Eli! How long have you been awake?” she whispered. Her pussy trembled and tightened around him. She was close to coming already.

“A while,” he murmured, flexing his powerful body over her and thrusting his enormous cock deep inside her.

She wrapped her arms around him and stroked his back, feeling the muscles there flexing under her fingertips. He was so massive, so larger-than-life, and she loved the way it felt when he covered her body with his own. “I’ve been playing by myself for that whole time. I’m glad you woke up.”

“Oh! Eli, I don’t know how you get me all hot while I’m asleep.”

He nuzzled her throat and thrust inside her. He explained in his deep sexy voice, “I’m very gentle, not trying to wake you up, just trying to get you wet and hot for me. Then you wake up when your body can’t stand it any longer. I know you’re close because your hips were flexing even before you were awake.”

“Oooh.” She whimpered soft and low, her cheeks flushing with warmth as he gently fucked her.

He wet his finger and stroked her clit gently, growling in approval when she reacted instantly, arching her back and rocking against him.

“Mmm, I love when you move like that, angel. I can’t get enough of the way you fuck me and take every inch of me, greedy for more.” He placed her heels on his shoulders then gently grasped her hips and lifted her slightly, pumping into her with a slow, steady rhythm. She began to whimper, and her breath came in panting cries.

He pulled out of her, and she groaned in desperation because she’d been so close to coming. “Don’t worry, angel. You’re going to come good and hard. Get on your hands and knees.” He growled in a deep, lust-ridden voice as he helped her. He pulled the pillows away from the headboard and helped her lay over a stack of them to support her pelvis. She moaned in wild anticipation.

 His hands kneaded her ass cheeks over and over and she sighed when he placed his cock at her wet entrance.

“Oh, yes, Eli!” she wailed as he slid inside her a bit. Not nearly enough. Not nearly what she wanted from him. His chuckle sounded mischievous, as he teased her with what she wanted so badly now.

“Is my angel ready to be ridden hard? Are you sure you don’t want to take it slow?” He gave her another inch before pulling out then slowly, torturously, pumped in, giving her another inch. He held her hips still on the pillows so she couldn’t rear back on his cock and impale herself, and the muscles in her pussy tightened, desperate for him.

“Eli!” she murmured in a soft shaky voice.

He leaned over her, his lips near her ear, and said, “Tell me what you need, angel. I’ll give it to you.”

Rachel knew exactly what she needed. Looking over her shoulder at him, she said, “Eli, I need you to fill me full with your long, hard cock and fuck me till I come screaming. Fill me with your cum and don’t stop until I’m overflowing with it.”

Chapter Forty-four

Her pussy clenched at the glitter of lust in his eyes.

“Angel, your wish is my command.” He punctuated the last word by thrusting his cock deep into her pussy in one slippery, wet plunge.

He stroked her pussy as her rasping cries of ecstasy built to a full-on scream. He fucked her hard like she’d begged him to, the ecstasy building inside her higher and higher. She came with a great wailing cry, and he roared as his release exploded from him.

He gathered her to him, lifting her, so she was upright and her back was against his chest, his cock still hard inside her. He slid a hand down to her mound, the other holding her to him. He stroked her clit as he rocked against her, and she gave herself over to another orgasm, this one milder and sweeter for them both. She reveled in the sensation of him holding her like this and fucking her from behind and imagined what they must look like locked together this way.

While she recovered, he nuzzled her neck and caressed her blushing breasts and stroked her abdomen, his fingers drifting down to the juncture where the top of her thighs dipped to her mound.

 “Angel, I…” He sighed, tried to speak again, and kissed her shoulder silently. His hands were incredibly gentle as he stroked her.

“I know, Eli. I feel it, too. There are no words, are there?”

He shook his head then kissed her temple tenderly. “What I want to say, what I feel would sound silly coming out of my mouth. I can’t seem to…”

“Then tell me what you feel, Eli. I’d never laugh at what you’re trying to express from your heart. Tell me, and I’ll bet I won’t think it’s silly at all.”

“No woman will ever be as well-loved as you will. When you ask me for my cock, I’ll give it to you as many times as you want it. You’re the perfect woman for me, Rachel. There’s a fucking caveman inside of me, and not only are you not intimidated by him, you seem to enjoy him as well. The caveman is beating his chest right now, wanting to fuck again, fill you again, and watch my cum dripping from between your sexy thighs after I’m done. Then he wants to curl you up with him and hold you while you sleep with your pussy filled to overflowing. See? It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid, Eli. It’s beautiful. Cavemen are not politically correct, but I never wanted you to be politically correct. I love every part of you, especially that guy. I like that part of you is wild. You make me feel wild, too. Being with you and having you inside me makes me want to do crazy things with you.”

Rachel groaned and arched her back. She rocked against him and knew their words were having an effect on both their libidos as his cock grew hard inside her again, filling her throbbing pussy tightly. She might not get out of bed before noon. “So what does he want to do now, go out and kill a saber-toothed tiger and bring back the meat to feed me?”

He growled and thrust gently inside of her, groaning as his hardening cock slid through the rush of hot moisture generated by their shared fantasy. “That’s later. Plus, he’ll skin it and make a hide for you to sleep under and stay warm. No, first, after you wake up, he’ll want to fuck some more. Because your pussy is the
sweetest
thing he’s ever known.” He growled. “He’d wallow in bed with you all day if that were possible.”

“See, that’s something else I love about him. He’s tender, sweet, and careful with me. Loving you is beautiful in all its forms, Eli.”

He lifted her more upright then placed her hands on the headboard for support, his own hand beside hers, and began to thrust gently but with an increasing pace. He slid two fingers into her hot, swollen slit and tenderly stroked her engorged clitoris, and her head fell back to his shoulder. She moaned softly at the sensation.

She held on and rocked with him, and as her orgasm loomed over her, her hips began to undulate with his rhythm, and he growled, encouraging her to come for him, and she did. She took every pulse greedily, satisfying what she supposed was the
cavewoman
in
her
. Then, whispering words of encouragement to him, she continued to fuck him into his own orgasm as he filled her to overflowing with his cum.

“You’re amazing, Eli. You’re still hard, aren’t you?”

“Fuck yes. You keep me that way.”

In an utterly wanton display, she placed her hands back on the bed and lay chest down over the pillows. She arched her back, watching him over her shoulder as he slowly pulled his semi-erect cock from her pussy. She was filled with satisfaction and growled in a soft feminine way at the pleasure that was all over his face at the sight of his milky cum dripping from her tender, well-used pussy. He stroked her pussy lips, which she knew would feel hot and well-fucked. She sighed and moaned in sated bliss at his touch and the male pride in his eyes when he glanced up to see her watching him.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He lay down beside her. He spooned her to his chest, one hand on a breast, the other in her slit, stroking her lips and her clit, alternating between the two. Pressed back against his warmth, she felt consumed with love and need for him. They were both slightly damp with sweat, and she was very aroused by his clean, manly scent.

“I can’t get enough of you.” She gasped in pleasure, amazed that he had her turned on again so quickly.

“We’re like addicts.” He slipped his fingers into her opening and slid them through her slick heat. She whimpered and arched her back to him in offering. Incredibly,
impossibly
, he was hard again against her buttocks.

“Oh, please, Eli. Please.” She reached for him.

Sounding doubtful, he said, “If I do, you won’t be able to
walk
.”

“Yes, I will. I
need
you, Eli!” she whimpered, lost in the erotic bliss of being with him.