Her Gentle Giant, Part 2: Remember to Dance (3 page)

“Angel? Are you all right? You’re so quiet now.”

“It’s nothing, just that old jealousy rearing its ugly head.”

“Feeling territorial?”

“Very.”

“How about we dance?” He smiled down at her, and for some reason, she thought her words met with his approval.

Eli guided her onto the dance floor with Grace and Ethan for a sexy slow dance when Ethan requested “Just Got Started Lovin’ You” by James Otto to be played for them. Rachel proved, cast or no cast, she could still hold her man. She earned a few dirty looks from women around the club. Rachel didn’t care in the least.

Chapter Thirty

Eli made it as far as the last long stretch of road that led to their duplex. Rachel slid her hand along his thigh as she sat beside him. Her fingers strayed farther and farther up until she was skimming the length of his cock with her fingertips on each pass. He groaned at the stimulation, and when she smiled seductively at him, he placed his hand over her much smaller one and pressed it to the large, hardening bulge.

He pulled over to the shoulder of the road, ready to tear her clothes off. “Angel, you’re playing with fire. I need you. Hard and loud. I don’t think I can be quiet for our houseguests right now.”

He gave a heartfelt groan when she wrapped her fingers around what she could of his denim-covered cock and squeezed gently. He could smell her sweetly aroused scent in the confines of the truck cab, and it was making him crazy. She was about to get fucked but good, and he hoped and prayed he would be gentle enough in his current state.

“Fuck me, then, honey.”

Eli shut off the ignition and the headlights, ripped open the driver door, slammed it behind him, and came around to her side of the truck. He jerked open the door.

Rachel turned, and he pulled her to him, kissing her until she was breathless. He unbuckled her rhinestone belt, jerked her boots off, unzipped her jeans, and pulled them and her thong right off of her, dropping everything on the floorboard. Standing in the open doorway, he grasped her thighs and pulled her to him, pressing her gently to lie back on the seat as he buried his face in her pussy. She yelped in surprise at his zeal and he growled his approval when she draped her legs over his shoulders.

Damn, but she had the sweetest tasting pussy he’d ever had the pleasure of eating. She was perfect, sweet, slightly salty, and purely decadent. The muscles in her cunt quivered and grew taut under his tongue as she moaned and whimpered, crying out his name. Her hips thrust against him, and he felt her gentle fingers slide through his hair as her sounds became more high-pitched and urgent.

His tongue slid through the silken flesh of Rachel’s pussy lips and moved up to her clitoris as she began to pant. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue several times then zeroed in on that swollen little bud. Pressing his lips around it, he suckled as he simultaneously slid two fingertips into her hot, slick cunt and went to work on her G-spot. Her body tightened up, and she froze then screamed as she came in a warm, wet gush on his tongue and his fingers, giving him more of her sweet, creamy cum. With one hand, Eli unbuckled his belt, freed the button on his jeans, and then he lifted her hips and helped her slide back so he could climb in the truck and shut the door.

* * * *

Rachel trembled from her orgasm, sliding over as he climbed in and sat in the passenger seat then she eagerly straddled his lap. Careful not to smack him in the head with her cast, she pressed her body to his immense physique, kissing him until she couldn’t breathe anymore, tasting her cum on his lips. Their combined scents filled her nostrils and felt like a siren song, pulling her as close to him as she could get. He hit the locks on the door and tilted the leather seat back so he was reclining slightly.

She moaned, unable to speak, and fumbled with his fly. He lifted up and slid his jeans down, and then he helped her into position over him while she held on to the headrest for stability. When she felt the broad, thick head of his cock at her opening, she slid down onto him in one smooth, wet stroke. Rachel panted as the tingling, jumping muscle spasms in her pussy began again almost immediately. She twisted her hips and rose up again and began a pumping motion that lasted less than a minute before they both howled as they came hard, clinging to each other.

Breathless, he stroked her back as she lay sated against him. Small aftershocks ran through her as she responded to his light touch across her back. Bathed in sweat, both of their bodies began to cool as they caught their breath.

Eli murmured, “Feel all right?”

 “Mmm, yes. Perfect.” She arched over him and kissed a line from his collarbone up to his jaw, squeezing his cock gently with her pussy muscles and making him groan and thrust gently into her again. “Did I give it to you good?” She chuckled softly.

 “Hard and loud. Just like I asked for. I get so worked up when I’m with you, angel.”

 “Me, too, honey. Help me up?” He lifted her hips and pulled out gently, and she noticed he was still semi-erect. She made sure he saw her lick her lips. Eli laughed and tapped her bottom, saying, “Bad girl.”

He opened the passenger door, and cool air rushed into the cab. After zipping and buttoning his jeans, he helped her put her thong back on then slip back into her jeans and her boots. He looked down the road, which appeared quiet and ordinary. “I probably could have pulled in the driveway and gotten you inside naked without anyone seeing you.”

 “Ooooh! But we’d never live it down if your dad or sister caught us like that, not in a million years. At least we got to be as loud as we wanted, right?”

Eli climbed in and drove the rest of the way down to the duplex. All lights were out, and it was quiet on her side. He helped her down and set her gently on her feet.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Yes, baby.” She gazed up at him and wrapped her good arm around him. She pressed her cheek to his chest, feeling the ache inside her for him begin again. His big, warm arms felt so good, so solid around her, she never wanted to leave his side.

“I’ll bet you’d love a nice hot shower, wouldn’t you?” she asked as he put his arm around her and they went inside.

“Will you be in it with me? Nekkid?” He opened the door for her. Soft candlelight flickered off of the white walls around the living room and on the marble bar leading into the kitchen and dining room.

“Kelly must have done this for us after she got home, the little minx,” Eli said, smiling at his sister’s thoughtfulness.

“They go all the way back into the bathroom and bedroom. Where did she find all these candles?” Rachel said as they followed the trail which led to the bedroom. More candles were lined up on all the flat surfaces, the air warmed by so many small flames. The comforter and top sheet were turned back on the bed and the pillows fluffed. The walls of his bedroom were bathed in a soft, flickering, golden light. “She is going to be so cool to have as a sister.”

“Yeah, she is.”

* * * *

 “Good morning, angel.” Rachel loved the sound of his gravelly, rough voice first thing in the morning.

She stretched slowly, humming in delight at the feel of his fingertip as he stroked her nipple. “How long have you been awake?”

“A while. I’ve been watching you sleeping.”

“You have? Did I drool or snore?”

“No. It was like watching a beautiful angel sleep. Peaceful. You smiled in your sleep. It must have been a good dream.”

“You were probably in it. I dream about you all the time.”

“Good dreams?” he asked huskily, his hand sliding around to stroke her breast.

She caught her breath at the warm touch. “Yes, but frustrating, too.”

“Oh,
that
kind of dream?”

“Yes, frequently. I got left hanging quite a few times, and the one time I came in my dream, I woke up feeling let down. The orgasm was real enough, but you weren’t there to hold on to, you know?”

Eli stroked along her ribcage down to her hip and back with two fingertips, sending warm shivers over her skin. “While you were in the hospital, I hardly slept at all. Once I started sleeping here at home again, it was nearly impossible to fall asleep. I slept alone all those years, and it took me less than a week to get used to you pressed against me. It’s like I didn’t know I was cold until you came and warmed me. Then when you couldn’t be there, I was more aware of how cold I was.”

Sliding her right hand over his bicep, Rachel smiled at the sight of his ring on her finger. She looked up into his handsome face. “Last night really happened? It wasn’t a dream?”

Rolling her onto her back, he fit his immense body to hers with his hard cock cradled against her wet slit. “You said you’d be my wife.” He sighed as she slowly wrapped her legs around his hips and opened herself to him. He lifted his hips and hissed softly as the head of his cock found home and slid into her quivering entrance a little.

“I did,” she said in a shaky voice, “and I’ve never been so happy.” Her eyes swam with unshed tears. Her head fell back in ecstasy as he slid more of his length into her until he filled her completely.

“You are so warm, Rachel.” Eli nuzzled her temple with soft strokes of his lips. “So tight.” He pulled all the way out and thrust back in, and she groaned in pleasure, tingles racing up and down her extremities. He did it repeatedly, pulling all the way out and then gently sliding back in, until they were both tortured by it.

He lifted her thighs over his forearms and began to slowly stroke her pussy over and over. Eli’s chest, abs, and thighs were massive bunches of muscle rippling over her. He slid his hand to her slit and stroked her clit rhythmically with each thrust of his cock until her muscles contracted around him and her orgasm broke free. She took him with her as her pussy pulsed around his cock. Both of them moaned softly in ecstasy as he fit his hips tightly to hers, and he thrust deeply one last time then stilled, breathing deeply. In the aftermath, he held her to him and petted her until she thought she might purr.

“Your sister and father are probably wondering what’s keeping us,” she murmured softly and writhed as his fingertips stroked over her spine in a light, tickling touch.

“We
hope
they are wondering and that we haven’t removed all doubt.” He chuckled softly as he rose from the bed in all his naked Viking-Indian warrior glory.

“I thought we did admirably. Sex that freaking good can’t be completely silent,” she said with a little snicker as she rose from the bed. “Come on, big boy. I need sustenance if I’m to plan a wedding.” Rachel watched with territorial pride as he strode naked into the bathroom to turn on the shower.

Mine, mine, mine all mine.

“I’ll bet Kelly and Grace already have it planned between the two of them. They probably even have your dress picked out and a date set,” he said, laughing.

Climbing into the shower with him, she said, “I’m not much for planning big events like that. I may agree to show up and be their Barbie doll just so I get to marry you when the day comes.”

They found out later that Elijah, Kelly, and Matthew had left the house early and were out visiting and running errands so their attempts at being quiet were for naught. Rachel and Eli met them at Taquería Gomez for breakfast. Kelly was ready and waiting with a notepad and wanted to know what elements were the most important to Rachel.

Rachel held up her hands. “I get final say on my dress and your dresses. You know how much I want to dance and that I want to get married as soon as the budget and the arrangements can be worked out and a date set. Have at it.”

At the word budget, the men joined the conversation, and Eli told Rachel, “Your father has been saving for your wedding for years. I didn’t want him to pay for it, but he said it was a point of fatherly pride. He said whatever you don’t spend can go toward a down payment on a house. He asked me how I’d feel if we had a daughter getting married, and I agreed with him. So the honeymoon is on me, angel.”

“Great, then all we have to do is set a date. Where are you taking me, Eli?”

“I haven’t decided yet. Is there some place you’ve always wanted to go?”

“The Grand Canyon,” she replied easily. “I’ve always wanted to go and never have.”

* * * *

The coming days were fast, productive ones for Rachel. Mr. Grogan set it up for her so that she could work from home since she wasn’t cleared to drive yet. When she wasn’t working on his books, she was working on her novel. True to her word, she left the wedding plans up to the experts. She checked in with her dad occasionally about the budget, but he said the girls were doing fine and he had no complaints.

Grace heard from Maudie about the dresses, and Kelly planned another trip down from Abilene for dress fittings. In a great leap of faith, she left Matthew for the afternoon with Eli, who promised to call if he had any problems. Rachel’s mom made the shopping trip with them to try on mother-of-the-bride dresses.

Maudie seemed confident that Grace and Kelly would love their dresses and enthusiastically unwrapped the two gowns, both in a gorgeous, silky fabric in sapphire. It looked and felt sumptuous, and all three sang Maudie’s praises for her good instincts. Grace and Kelly tried the gowns on and sighed along with Rachel as they got a look at themselves in the mirror.

“Jack, Ethan, and Adam are going to flip when they see me in this dress, and it’s perfect with the shoes!” Grace exclaimed. “What do you think, Rachel?” They turned so she could see them from all sides.

“Wow. Um, Maudie? Is something like that available in white?” Rachel asked, looking at Maudie’s grinning countenance.

“I thought you might ask me that question, so I checked. Yes, it is, and, yes, I have one that is similar in white for you to try on. It has a beautiful crystal beaded embellishment at the waist and neckline.” Grace and Kelly cheered and hopped up and down. “But I have three other gowns for you to try on as well.”

Grace and Kelly were like giddy little school girls. Rachel smiled, relaxed, and watched them have fun. She’d dreaded this excursion a little, but it had turned out to be a lot less stressful than she thought it would be. Maudie was so easygoing and only let her try on things that specifically fit her requirements.

Rachel said, “Maudie, these are great, but I want to try on that white one that’s similar to Grace and Kelly’s.”

Maudie grinned. “I saved the best for last. Let me help you, sweetie. Have a seat ladies, and prepare to be
amazed
,” she said in a sing-song voice. She ushered Rachel into the big dressing room. Rachel squealed happily once the dress was on and she got a look at herself in the mirror.

“What?” Grace called out.

Kelly sounded impatient. “What?”

Grace asked, “Is it that good?”

“Get out here, Rachel!” Kelly called in a bossy tone.

Her mom sobbed melodramatically and said, “My
baby
!”

Rachel and Maudie snickered together but stayed in the dressing room, building the suspense. “You are truly lovely.” Maudie’s little chin wobbled a bit. “You look like a princess.”

Kelly hollered. “Either you come out or we’re coming in, Rachel!”

Grace laughed and said, “We’re dying out here, Rachel! Kelly, stop being so bossy. She’ll only make us wait longer.”

“My
baby
!”

Kelly called, “The suspense is killing us!”

Rachel stepped through the dressing room door and made her way with stately elegance to the raised pedestal and smiled at them.

Kelly and Grace screamed in unison. “Aaah!”

“My
baby
!”

Then they were silent, in awe as Rachel twirled for them.

Grace smiled. “I know
just
what you need to go with that perfectly gorgeous dress.”

Kelly turned to her conspiratorially, and said, “What?”

 “My
baby
!”

Grace had a mischievous twinkle in her bright blue eyes. “She needs sheer white lace-edged stockings, garters, a white silk G-string, and the
wickedest
looking silk corset we can find!” They all cackled.

“Well, Grace,” Maudie began, “I have basic white foundation garments here, but you know where you might want to look for great plus-size bridal lingerie? Hips and—”

“Curves.com!” Rachel and Grace cheered together.

“You’ve heard of it?”

“Like you read about!” Kelly snickered.

 “You know what would be fun?” Grace asked Rachel and Kelly. At their questioning looks, she added, “A lingerie shower! You can
never
, ever have enough lingerie! You need things for the honeymoon, and every woman should have
everyday
lingerie, not just underwear and bras,” Grace said cheerily.

“Grace, you are a hoot. Fine, plan me a lingerie shower.” Rachel laughed, feeling her cheeks heat up when Maudie efficiently wrote down all her measurements and sizes for Grace on a card.

“Goody!” Grace squealed as she placed the information inside her pocketbook.

“She’s like a force of nature!” Kelly laughed good-naturedly.

“She’s more like her sister all the time,” Rachel quipped with a smirk.

“You say the sweetest things, Rachel!” Grace laughed.