Divine Grace (58 page)

Ethan reached out to caress her shoulder and said softly and sincerely,

“I’ll play however you want, Grace. But the only kind of spanking I’ll ever give you is the erotic kind, okay?”

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Grace turned and smiled up at him, “As often as I want?”

Ethan laughed softly and nuzzled her throat, “Yes, you little vixen.”

Grace looked over at Jack and stroked Adam’s shoulder and asked,

“That’s all right with y’all?”

Jack kissed her nose and said, “Yeah, we talked about it a while back and we all agreed Ethan could spank you
if
you wanted him to, but that kind of play would have to be initiated by you, and Ethan is the only one you should expect it from. Adam and I won’t be spanking you, only Ethan, okay?”

Grace playfully said, “I’d let you spank my heinie.”

“I know, darlin’, but I don’t want to spank that sweet little tush. That’s Ethan’s kink.”

“Same goes for me, baby.” Adam added, “Though I might take a
bite
every now and then.” To demonstrate he gently nibbled at her hip, making her giggle.

Adam’s tongue flicked a ticklish spot and made her squeal and wiggle.

“You’re a nice nibbler, too,” she said.

She was glad they understood each other. Ethan would never actually punish her with a spanking, and she would have to initiate that kind of play.

It was on her terms.

Adam caressed her hip as he resettled his head on her abdomen, kissing and licking her there. Snickering, he said, “I’m glad y’all got that settled.

But whose gonna spank me?”

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Grace finished all her preparations for the wedding and needed only to focus on the finish work going on in the mistress suite upstairs. She was supposed to meet with Katie Grasso, the interior designer, the Monday before the wedding to talk about where the furniture Wesley and Evan had made would be placed. In a bedroom as big as hers, she had plenty of options, and she was beginning to think the room might swallow the few pieces she’d ordered. She was used to furnishing much smaller rooms. That was why she had Katie to help her.

Katie turned out to be a real gem, helping her pick the right paint colors and fabrics. She’d also found Grace some beautiful, thick area rugs for around the room and the bed.

Grace shopped with her men for the two overstuffed chairs and the chaise lounge they talked about buying before. Shopping for the chaise had been tons of fun because they had such specific needs. The back rest needed to be plush and padded, and it had to be the perfect height. The only way to know if it was the perfect height was for Grace to bend over it. She’d developed quite a talent for finding a reason—removing a piece of lint, feeling the padding on the cushion—to bend over the back of the chaises they looked at so her men could get an idea if it would work or not. She was sure a saleswoman at one of the furniture stores caught on, but she never said anything, just grinned and pretended not to notice.

The one they finally chose had a curved backrest that mirrored the lines of the sleigh bed. It was covered in a thick, velvety padding in a medium sage color. Grace didn’t want rose to be the dominant color because she intended to share this space as much as possible with all three men and wanted them to be comfortable in the rooms as well.

The bedspread and window treatments were done in a heavy floral print fabric with accents in mostly burgundy, sage green, a hint of dark yellow

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and a little mauve. The hand crocheted canopy, done in a burgundy silk thread, draped over all four posters and hung down, creating a drape on either side at the head board. The bed would be piled with pillows in accenting shapes and colors.

Monday, Katie would hang all the window treatments. They would also bring the furniture upstairs, which necessitated the meeting.

Once they started this phase, Grace was not allowed up there until Wednesday night. The workmen had worked hard to finish on schedule, her men chipping in lots of hours in the evening to make sure each detail was attended to properly. No corners were cut upstairs. They even finished the smaller extra bedroom, which would be perfect for a nursery someday.

* * * *

Her last day of work before the wedding was Wednesday, and she hoped to spend the night in the new bed with Jack, Ethan, and Adam. They surprised her with reservations that night at Tessa’s to celebrate the suite being finished and the wedding that weekend.

Katie had told Grace she would hang the boudoir portraits that afternoon once everyone else was gone. They were to be hung in each man’s bedroom for them to find when they returned home that evening. Katie knew to leave the formal bridal portrait still in its wrapper in Adam’s bedroom closet. It was the only one not to be hung tonight because Jack still hadn’t seen her in her dress.

The bridal portrait was shot at the ranch one day while Jack was at work. Ethan and Adam just
happened
to be at the ranch the day they were shooting and wound up helping her with the laces on her white satin corset and the zipper and buttons on the back of the dress. Carrie had shot her standing on the stairs leading to the front door of the house and in the backyard within a shady stand of trees.

In the portrait, she held a bouquet made of bright red, vivid yellow and
perfect
pink roses in her hands. Her bridal bouquet would be the same on her wedding day. She had not been able to help the naughty smile that kept appearing during the photo shoot every time she looked at the bouquet or thought of the private joke surrounding the color of the pink roses. A hint of
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that naughty smile showed up in the shot they finally chose to be framed for over the fireplace.

Grace was glad Ethan urged her to not throw away the beautiful outfit she’d worn on that fateful Friday night in June. Ethan had completely recovered from the bullet wound, and the outfit had come clean with no problem. The silk stockings had been goners, but were easily replaced. She wore the same outfit that night to Tessa’s, from the red and black zebra printed top all the way down to her sexy black high heels.

Tessa greeted them herself at the door and seated them in the same booth as last time, congratulating Grace and the men on their upcoming nuptials. The food was wonderful and the service excellent, just like the first time. They were afforded maximum privacy, as before, communicating with the pager.

This time she sat in Adam’s lap and allowed them to feed her, using her hands for more sensual pursuits to please her men. They spoke briefly of making more intimate use of the booth, but when Grace reminded them she still wanted a foursome with her men, they opted to head home. After having anal sex with her the first time, Jack wanted to give her a chance to recover before having them all at the same time. She wanted tonight to be the night, and they agreed enthusiastically.

By the time they left the restaurant, the side tying G-string was already in Adam’s coat pocket. He’d untied both sides and removed it with his teeth in the privacy of the booth. Knowing what she had on, or off, underneath the pretty top and skirt was driving her men crazy on the way home. They asked her to leave everything on for a little while after she removed her outer clothing, and she agreed.

Ethan’s skilled lips and fingers on her body had her quivering and shaking with desire, ready for him by the time they made it to the driveway of the ranch.

“Ethan has you worked into quite a state, doesn’t he, baby,” Adam said softly from the front passenger seat.

“You can tell?” she asked softly, the siren song for her men to love her all at once singing in her blood.

“Mmm-hmm, when you’re aroused and very wet, I can smell the perfume of your sweet pussy. I notice it even more because you’re naked

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under your skirt. There is no mistaking that sweet scent. Are you excited about tonight?”

“You have no idea how much,” she replied as Jack pulled up to the house. Ethan helped her from the SUV, stopping to kiss her as she slid off the seat. She returned his kiss enthusiastically.

“Come inside so you can get those clothes off, baby,” Adam murmured as he walked past them. “I can’t wait to see you in that bra and garter belt.”

They led her inside, but she stopped them when they would have led her upstairs.

“I have a surprise for you first.” She giggled excitedly. “Come with me.” She led them to Jack’s bedroom first.

* * * *

The room was softly lit so they could see as they entered. There, on the bedroom wall opposite the bed, was a large portrait of his beautiful Grace.

His reaction was both emotional and visceral. His heart overflowed with adoration for her. At the same time, his cock stood up and started howling like a rutting beast.

Jack was speechless looking at it. That sneaky girl had managed this somehow without them knowing about it. In the portrait, Grace was wearing the pink topaz jewelry, the pink lingerie—the robe, the long, lace nightgown, and feathered mules. She was posed beside a four poster bed.

Her left arm wrapped around the poster at the foot of the bed. The pink robe was slipping off one shoulder, and the opposite knee was perched on the bed.

Part of her nightgown showed under the robe, and the position she was in showed all her luscious curves. Just a hint of an erect nipple peeked through the nightgown where the inner slope of her breast was exposed by the robe slipping off. Only her knee on the bed was bare, but the image was powerfully erotic, so intimate. The look in her eyes was playful, almost cheeky, but love glowed there, too. This was the woman he’d watched bloom in the last two months.

She handed him a small carved wooden box. Inside it were a stack of other portraits of her that, while very tasteful, were still very erotic and of too personal a nature to display on the walls. Nothing outright nude, that he
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noticed, but some were close, with just the robe and nothing else, and some with just the short, flesh-baring drawstring nightie. He looked forward to seeing them all later.

“I don’t know what to say, Grace. This is incredible. Beautiful. What an amazing thing to come home to.”

“The night’s not over yet, darlin’,” she replied with a crooked grin, making him laugh as her took her in his arms and kissed her thoroughly.

* * * *

She led Adam to his bedroom next. Katie had left a lamp on in there as well. His heart pounded as he looked at the large portrait hung on the wall beside his bed. The day he’d ordered the lingerie for her,
this
was how he’d envisioned her.

He’d been a little concerned that she might think they ordered that stuff for her because they wanted her to change who she was or make her feel like she needed to dress sexier to please them. He’d ordered what he did hoping she would like it because it was comfortable and sexy to
her
. A passing thought occurred to him that he felt her
appreciation
for his choice of garments with the way she had posed for the portrait.

Dressed in the champagne satin teddy and robe, she was curled up amidst tangled white sheets, in repose, napping. One arm was positioned across her waist, hand against her belly, the other flung behind her head, lying half on her back and on her hip. It was very similar to the position they slept in together with his head on her abdomen.

He turned to look at her as she slipped her arm around his waist. She looked up at him, waiting for his reaction, and the tenderness and admiration in her eyes made his heart well over with love for her. His eyes stung with unshed tears. He kissed her soft sweet lips, delighting in her warm, eager response.

She handed him a similar box to the one she’d given Jack. In it were more portraits. There was one of her in just the teddy, perched on her knees, her arms over her head. Her hands were in her long, loose, flowing blonde hair, her breasts thrust forward invitingly, knees parted. There was another with only the robe on. She held it closed in front over her breasts, but the robe was completely off the shoulders, revealing a lot of skin and some

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cleavage but leaving what it hid to the imagination. In that one, her hair was pinned up with a few loose locks left flowing down over her shoulders.

There was a stack of such poses in his box.

“Thank you, Grace. It’s beautiful. I can’t believe you went to this trouble. When did you do this?”

“The day of the first shopping trip with Charity. It was a
lot
of fun, no trouble at all.” The men gave each other a knowing glance.

* * * *

Ethan’s room was last. She led him into the dark, dimly lit interior and turned to show him the large portrait on the wall opposite the bed. She was lying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, chin on her hands. She was wearing the sexy, snug T-shirt he’d bought for her. The black shirt fit just the way he’d envisioned it, showing lots of her delectable cleavage, the sleeves long enough to extend past her wrists and just barely over the top of her hands.

The low-cut neckline of the top was adjusted so that the cheeky row of ruffles that decorated the upper edge of the cups of her black demi bra peeked out playfully. She also had on the high-cut black satin panties.

Lying at an angle, her curvy thighs and calves were visible but in soft focus.

Her legs were bent at the knees, her dainty feet crossed at the ankles, her toes pointed. She looked sexy, playful, cheeky, and totally hot. The greedy caveman in him agreed whole-heartedly and pounded on his chest. His ravenous cock seconded the emotion.

She handed him his keepsake box, and he took out the entire stack of pictures. There was a similar pose with the T-shirt slipping off a shoulder, showing the satin strap of her bra, and a generous view of the upper swell of her breasts, her index finger in her mouth, like she was sucking something sweet off it. There was a portrait of her on a chaise lounge, reclining on her back, one knee bent. One arm was positioned over her head, and the other lay relaxed over one hip with her hand on her abdomen. In that one, she wore only the demi bra and the panties and her naughty little grin.

There was a very dim, softly lit one of her perched on a bed amidst tangled sheets. She was on her knees, sitting back on her heels, her sweetly curving back the only well lit thing in the picture. Her hair was pinned up in
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this one, and her hands were in her lap. Her face was in profile, and her body was angled away from the camera so that her feet and one hip were visible, and the side of one breast was also visible but very dimly lit. In this portrait, she was completely nude.

His jaw and Adam and Jack’s had all dropped at the sight of that beautiful image. He was afraid his cock might have a permanent zipper mark on it, it pressed so hard against his fly. There was also a close up portrait of her in the gold jewelry he’d purchased for their first date. The gold rings glimmered in the subtle light from the window she gazed out of, her face in profile, her arms placed artfully to cover her breasts, the look in her eyes distant and dreamy. She was nude in that one as well.

“Wow. Unbelievable, Gracie. You sure know how to surprise us. I love them all so much. I love you.” He crushed her to him as he kissed her, overwhelmed by her gift.