Her Gentle Giant, Part 2: Remember to Dance (28 page)

Chapter Fifty

Rachel was at home wrapping Christmas gifts she would be delivering later in the day. They had decided to extend their honeymoon over Christmas and would return home on the evening of the twenty-sixth. She was attaching the gift tag to Rogelio’s shirt box when the doorbell rang.

Rising from the breakfast bar where she’d set up shop, she answered the door. Corina Scott stood there looking cute as ever in her Christmas cardigan, T-shirt, blue jeans, and boots. Her hair was done up like usual, and judging by the time, she must be on her lunch break. Corina cut hair at one of the ladies’ hair salons between Divine and Morehead.

“Corina? This was kind of far to come for lunch. Are you okay?” Rachel noticed the troubled expression on her friend’s face.

“My one o’clock cancelled, and I took the rest of the day off to help with decorations at your mom and dad’s.”

“That was nice of you. We appreciate your help. Are you all right? Is something wrong?”

“Yes, actually. I know this is not the best time, and I can help you wrap while we talk if you want,” Corina offered, gesturing to the rolls of paper and other gift-wrapping paraphernalia.

“I’d love some help! I have quite a few to go. Tell me what’s up.” Rachel fixed her a glass of tea and offered her a seat at the counter.

“I was at The Pony last night with Brice. While I was in the ladies’ room, I met a person who told me she was a regular there. She said she wanted to warn me about Brice. She wouldn’t be specific. She said to ‘watch out.’ She said her name is Barbara James and that I should ask you about Brice.”

Rachel groaned and rolled her eyes. Some people just could not stand to see someone happy and had to do whatever they could to bring them down.

“Brice has been nothing but kind and wonderful to me. He treats me like a lady, like you said he would that first night. I know he’s not perfect or anything. I decided I would trust what I know and see and ask you about her since she said she knew you. I noticed she sat at the bar the whole time we were there. Brice asked me if everything was all right when I sat down. I suppose he could tell something was wrong. I told him I was fine. I wasn’t going to tell him what she said because she didn’t say anything besides ‘watch out,’ whatever that means. Can you tell me what she might have meant? And tell me if I should talk to him?”

“I can tell you what I think she meant, but before I do, I want you to know I think you are the sweetest, freshest breeze that has ever blown through his not always happy life. I know none of it will matter to you because you’re right in trusting your instincts.”

Corina placed a small box on a piece of paper and began wrapping. Rachel disliked the woman Corina referred to intensely in that moment for causing Corina needless worry like this. “I need to know, Rachel. I think I’m falling in love with him. If he has a history I may hear about from someone like her again, I need to be armed with at least a few facts. I’m a realist but an optimistic one. I know he’s not perfect, and I’ve figured out that his home life growing up was not good, or safe, for that matter.”

“You need to know Barbara James is a busybody and a barfly.” Rachel wrapped as she spoke, setting the pace by busying her hands, and allowed Corina to settle in and think about what all she had to say. “She likes to be in other people’s business, and she loves to gossip. Barbara probably thinks she did you a favor and will talk about you behind your back if you persist in seeing Brice.

“I’ve seen the way Brice looks at you sometimes, Corina. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if he hasn’t already admitted to himself he’s in love with you. You’re something pure and perfect to him, and I think sometimes he’s afraid of scaring you off.” Glancing up at the young woman, Rachel asked, “Has he told you he loves you?”

Corina cheeks turned a rosy color. “No, but I think he started to last Saturday after you and Eli left the club. We were interrupted, and then he seemed to lose his nerve. I didn’t push him, just hugged him and stayed by his side. Sometimes he’s like that. He doesn’t need to talk but just sit and kind of ‘be’ with me.”

Rachel smiled, recalling a time when Brice would have said the first thing that popped into his head.

Corina asked, “Can you tell me what Barbara meant by what she said?”

“Up until back in September, Brice Huvell is what you could’ve called ‘socially challenged.’”

By the time she was done telling Corina what she could, Corina seemed to feel much better.

Rachel placed a hand on Corina’s delicate forearm and said, “I would disregard anything Barbara said to you. Trust your own instincts. If anybody says anything to you in front of him, could I ask a huge favor?” At Corina’s nod, Rachel continued, “Defend Brice. You don’t have to condone or excuse past mistakes he’s made. But you have a much better grasp of the man he is now than anyone else in this little town. He’s worth it, Corina. Believe in him like crazy because that’s what he
needs
. And don’t worry, I’ll bet Brice tells you he loves you this weekend. He’s probably waiting for the perfect time, to be romantic, which is what Ethan would encourage him to do.”

“Rachel, I’m so glad I came to you about this. I
knew
I couldn’t put too much credence in what Barbara was saying. She’s so…” Corina said, faltering at last.

 “Loud and obnoxious? Yes, you can say it. Try to ignore her talk. Trust what your eyes see and what your heart is telling you about him. Where are Michelle and Lisa today?” Rachel asked.

“Oh, they’re at work right now, but they told me they’re meeting Andy and Vince at The Pony later.”

“How’s Sandra?” Rachel grinned mischievously.

“Strutting around the salon with her lip stuck out. Sandra spends more time primping on herself than she does on her customers. She overheard I was coming out to see you. You should have seen her, acting like someone had stuck a corncob up her ass.”

Rachel burst out laughing at the vivid imagery. They talked and wrapped gifts for a while longer then Corina took her iced tea glass to the sink and rinsed it out.

“Thanks for the help with my Christmas wrapping.” Rachel hugged her.

“Thanks for talking me down off the ledge.”

“You weren’t that bad, Corina. Your instincts were already telling you what you needed to hear.”

Rachel finished wrapping everything else and packed her suitcase for the honeymoon. Eli had gone in search of boxes for her to use for packing up her apartment. All the furniture was already returned in storage with the exception of her cedar chest, which she’d agreed to let Eli take to a furniture refinisher for her. He was in Morehead at the moment, picking up some things he would need for the trip.

Rachel walked over to her side of the duplex and began gathering things, moving them into the kitchen and organizing them into boxes. She needed a little background noise but didn’t feel like going back to the other side for her MP3 player. She turned on the television and listened to the noontime news while she went through the rooms and brought everything in and put it on the breakfast bar.

She was removing the contents of a kitchen drawer into a box when a familiar name caught her attention. Rachel left the kitchen and grabbed the remote, turned up the volume, and listened to the news anchor share the story.

 “…arrest was made and charges of trafficking in child pornography were filed against a Divine man. Reese McCoy, age thirty-four, was charged and taken into custody on several counts and is also being investigated on allegations of rape of a teenage runaway. McCoy was also charged with narcotics possession and is being investigated for tax evasion, as well. The arrest came as the result of an anonymous tip to the FBI and local police authorities. Extensive evidence was uncovered in his home…”

Rachel stood there watching a belligerent Reese McCoy being led to a police car in handcuffs. He had been rather overweight when she last saw him, but she noticed he walked, or rather, waddled strangely as he was led shuffling to the police car and put in the back. Boxes and boxes of papers and electronic equipment were being taken as evidence out the front door, and she prayed that they had what they needed and that he wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone else ever again.

Rachel turned the news off and plugged in her alarm clock radio in the kitchen and listened to music while she worked instead. She sealed each box and stacked them by the door for Eli to come get later. Eli had made her promise she would not try to move all the boxes herself. After they were all stacked, and ready to be moved, she went back over to the other side and carried the Christmas presents she needed to deliver out to the Tundra.

She called to check in with Eli before she left to see how his shopping trip was going and to let him know what she had accomplished. Rachel also told him about what she’d seen on the news that afternoon, and Eli commented that it sounded like McCoy’s deeds had finally caught up with him. He asked her how she was feeling about it, and she told him that she was relieved and satisfied that justice would be done now. She felt sorry for his young victims.

Rachel ran her errands, delivering all the Christmas presents. She swung by the ranch and left the gifts for Grace and her men, Kelly, Matthew, and Elijah with Jack, who was at home doing paperwork in his office. She swung by with gifts for Mike and Rosa and the kids then went out to Rogelio’s and dropped off his present and a big box of Milk-Bones for Rogelio’s dogs.

The sun was setting by the time she arrived home after making all her stops. Eli’s truck was in the driveway, and she hurried inside, happy he had beaten her home. She discovered him in the second bedroom, stacking all the boxes against a wall.

“Hello, angel.” He squeezed her and kissed her thoroughly. “Pizza and a movie are waiting for us in the kitchen. I thought I’d go ahead and get these moved over while I waited for you to come home. Did you get finished?”

“Yep! I’m done. Now all I have to do is pick up my dress and your ring tomorrow. I volunteered to bring the girls’ dresses out to them, and the evil
elf
told me, and I quote, to ‘stay the hell away.’ The stress has gotten to her, to them all. Crazy people. My dad was the only one who sounded like he was having a good time. Grace has him running errands for her. Mom sounded like she was busy, too.”

“I’m not working tomorrow, so we could run those errands together, if you’d like? Will your dress be wrapped up?”

“Should be. If we go together, then we can get both rings at once.”

They made a list of the stops they would have to make the next day, she called to check in with Grace while they ate their pizza, and Eli put in the movie. After she finished her call, Rachel came and cuddled up with Eli on the couch.

“Is Grace okay?”

Rachel nodded and rested her head on Eli’s chest. “Oh, yeah. I couldn’t get a word in with a wedge, but it sounds like she and Kelly had it all completely under control. Honey?” She began, tracing a pattern on his thigh. “There’s something I want to do right now. Do you mind watching this later?”

“No, what do you need?”

You.

“To make a fantasy a reality.” Rachel smiled invitingly at him as she rose to her feet and went in the bedroom. She gathered all the candles from the bedroom and asked him to take them on the back deck, and understanding dawned in his eyes.

Rachel felt her cheeks blush under his warm gaze as he took the candles from her. “It’s a wonderful night tonight. Why don’t we see what it’s like to make love under the stars? No one will see us or hear us. Everyone is too busy to bother coming over here.”

“You’re always full of surprises, angel.”

“Could you light the candles for me and take my robe and a blanket out there to cuddle up in afterward?”

“Sure, anything else you need?”

“Just you. Nekkid. I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

* * * *

Eli lit the candles and set them out on the deck and laid her robe and a blanket on a nearby table. He laid a towel on the reclining deck lounger. Getting harder by the moment, he began to undress outside under the light of the moon and stars.

When he was naked, he reclined in the deck chair. Thinking about what she was changing into right now had him hard as a steel pole. He lay back and stroked his cock and imagined her slipping those shoes on. His cock responded to that mental image and the additional stimulation of being outdoors stark naked, readying for the fulfillment of his fantasy. A fantasy she wanted him to have come true. Rachel was amazing.

The porch light went off, and the deck was plunged into soft, flickering candlelight. He’d made sure and positioned some candles by the door so she would be able to see where she was going and so he would be able to see her. The backdoor opened, and the woman he loved stepped through, even sexier than in his original fantasy.

Moving toward him slowly and seductively, Rachel was naked except for her black satin side-tying G-string. Her feet were shod in her five-inch naughty school girl pumps, just like in his fantasy. She carried in her hand the vibrator that stimulated her G-spot and clitoris at the same time and a bottle of lubricant. Rachel stood in front of him at the end of the chair, her shoulders back, hand on her hip and her feet in a wide, self-assured stance, nothing hidden. The scent of jasmine floated on the air from her dewy skin.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”

He chuckled. “You’re a beautiful sight, standing there, angel. Turn for me,” he murmured.

Rachel complied, slowly and confidently giving him a nice, slow view of her ass and legs. She gazed down at him with desire glittering in her eyes as he stroked his cock, drinking in the sight of her. He knew that seeing him stroke himself never failed to turn her on.

He spread his legs as he sat up, put a foot on the deck on either side of the lounger, and held out his hand to her. “Come here to me, angel.”

She stepped over to his right side, taking his hand.

“Eli, I want you to make your fantasy a reality. Do to me exactly what you told me about. I’m yours,” she whispered as she leaned down to kiss him. She arched her back with a gasp when his hand slid up her thigh to palm her ass.

“Thank you, angel. This is only the first time we are making love outside. You, naked in the moonlight, are a vision. Turn your back to me and take my hands. I promise I won’t let you fall.” She reached back, and he allowed her to grasp his hands securely. “Hold on to me and straddle the chair facing away from me.”

Straddling the chair, she leaned forward, giving him a mouth-watering close-up view of her ass. Her stance now was wide but not so wide that she was unstable.

“How’s that? Too hard on your ankles?”

“No, my ankles are fine. How is it for you?”

Eli could hear the smile in her voice. He sat back in the reclining deck chair, admiring her ass and pondered her question.

Pretty fucking near perfection from where I’m sitting.

Tilting forward at the hip a little, Rachel braced her hands on her thighs. Eli traced the palms of his hands up the backs of her thighs to her ass, trailing the pads of his thumbs up her inner thigh so that, as his hands met, his thumbs caressed her outer lips through the black satin. He smiled at her sudden intake of breath.

“It’s perfect for me, angel. Did that feel good?”

“Yes, Eli. You’re making me wet doing that. Oh, don’t stop.” She whimpered when he slowly did it again, his hands moving slowly as they neared the apex of her thighs. He slid his fingers over her hips, and pulled on the little ties of her G-string. The fabric slipped away, and he laid it aside.

“How does it feel to be naked and outside with nothing on but these heels?” he asked as he slid his hands over the tops of her feet before moving up her calves again.

“Oh!” she whimpered as he made slow torturous progress, building the anticipation.

In the still air around them, he caught the scent of her arousal, and his cock twitched in response to her siren’s call.

“Mmm, what will I find when I reach your pretty little pussy? You must like to be naked and under the stars. Are you very wet?”

“Yes, Eli. I love it out here. So open and exposed. Oh! Your hands. I need your hands on me so much.” She cried out in pleasure when his fingertips reached her ass and slid to her lips and parted them so he could see her most intimate self. “Oh, Eli!” she whimpered.

He sat forward in the deck chair and stroked her lips, which glistened with her arousal in the moonlight. He could easily see how wet and needy she was. The novelty of being outside in such a vulnerable position, naked and straddling his deck chair with her beautiful ass in his face, was having as pronounced an effect on her as it was on him. His cock twitched with the need to be inside her. Eli’s mouth watered for a little taste, and he tilted his head as he grasped her hips and slid his tongue through her opened slit. She cried out in pleasure as he satisfied his desire to have a taste of her pussy. He slid his tongue in her opening and then gently flicked over her engorged clitoris. She trembled in his hands.

“Are you all right?’

“Oh, Eli, yes!”

“Put your hands down on the cushion in front of you.” Placing her hands on the cushion he’d put there for that purpose took the pressure off her knees and tilted her a bit more, so Eli had even better access.

Returning his mouth to her pussy, Eli feasted on her honey as she squirmed and moaned. He paid loving attention to her clit, bringing her close to the edge as his cock throbbed between his legs, aching to slide into her. With her back turned, she was unaware when he lifted the vibrator she had brought outside with her. He set it on its lowest setting and gently placed the nubbed head to her wet, parted inner lips, which had swelled and darkened to a deep rose color. She whimpered in raw ecstasy.

“Are you ready for the vibrator? Ready to come for me?’

“Yes, baby.” She cried out as the thick, jelly-like vibrator slipped into her slick opening.

He slowly slid the vibrating nubbed head toward her G-spot. When he reached it, the lip of the clitoral vibrator made contact with her clit. He tilted the vibrator, applied pressure to her G-spot, began a slow stroking motion, and pressed the outer vibrator against her clit.

Her pussy dripped with her juices, and he leaned forward for another taste as he continued the short, firm strokes to her pleasure spots. He enjoyed the rising sounds of her ecstasy, which told him he was stroking her just right. He backed off slightly until Rachel begged him to make her come, then he applied steady, direct stimulation.

Rachel was beautiful as her back arched, and she cried out in ecstasy, her hips undulating in a slow, sensuous dance as her orgasm took her. Before she had a chance to come down from those heights, he switched off the vibrator, gently removed it then securely grasped the backs of her thighs and said, “I have you angel, and I won’t let you fall, I promise. Bend your knees. I’m going to slide you down over my cock. I can’t wait another second do be inside you.”

“Oh, yes, Eli.” Rachel held onto his arms and did as he instructed, bending her knees. She cried out as her pussy convulsed in hot liquid waves around his cock and came again as he slid deep. The caveman growled in deep approval at her welcome.

“Fuck, that is hot, feeling you clenching on my cock like that.”

He lifted her thighs and spread them wide over his, and she placed her hands on the cushion in front of her, leaning forward a bit, so she had some leverage. He was seated to the hilt as she sat down on him, touching the deepest part of her.

“How does it feel?”

She moaned softly and shifted on him. “Like you own every inch of me, Eli. Is it good?”

“Like heaven. Are you ready? I’m going to lie back a little. Hold your balance and let me do the lifting. I want to fuck you till you come for me again. Are you touching yourself?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes, I want you to use the vibrator on your clit.”

Eli lay back while Rachel turned on the vibrator and he slid his hands under her hips. She had a little leverage to pump on him as he began to thrust into her gently. She applied the vibrator to her clit, and he groaned.

“I can feel the vibrator on my cock, too. Damn, that’s amazing,” he said as he looked down, lifting her and seeing her cream smeared all over his cock as he pumped into her. “Fuck, I love how your little lips part over my cock like they’re kissing me while I tunnel into you.”

Her walls tightened around him.

 “Oh, yes, Eli! Fuck me harder, please, please, please, yes! I’m…I’m coming, Eli!” She wailed loudly as her hips moved uncontrollably over his cock.

He thought his head would explode trying to restrain himself. In order to make the fantasy real, he had to hold off on coming, for now.

She moaned as he growled deep, fighting with his control but maintaining it. The need to fuck and come inside her was almost insurmountable. Rachel settled back against his chest, and he allowed her to catch her breath and steady herself.

She turned to him, dreamy eyed, and said, “I love you, Eli. I love your fantasy.”

 “You’re my fantasy coming true,” he murmured as he stroked her shoulder. “Ready for more?”

“Always.”

Helping her rise, he withdrew his still fully engorged cock from her hot, languid depths. It stood straight out from him, demanding he return to the tight confines of her pussy so it could finish what he’d started. Eli took no small delight in her feminine little moan as he slid from her. The sight of her pussy, wet with her cum as she rose to one knee on the chair only served to torture his already painfully hard cock.

“Can you stand, angel?”

“If you’ll help me a little.” Rachel reached out to him as he rose and offered her his hand to help her up. She stepped carefully, mindful of his bare feet as he drew her to him in a passionate kiss. She giggled when his insistent erection twitched between them, refusing to be ignored.

Stepping away from him, she turned back to the lounger, and stretched luxuriously, raising her arms over her head. She ran her fingers through her hair, sighed sexily, then reached for the arms of the deck chair. She slowly lifted a foot, parted her long, satiny legs, and straddled the chair. Clad only in the high heels, her back arched and her ass tilted up, she offered herself to him. Turning her head, Rachel flipped her hair over her shoulder, gave him a sexy teasing smile and wiggled her ass at him.

“My pussy is begging for your cock again. How about you come here and fuck me, then fill me with your cum this time.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. Eli straddled the chair behind her, the shoes bringing her up to the perfect height. He grasped her hips, positioned his head at her entrance, pausing to enjoy the sight of her like this. Her strong legs were stretched long and graceful, and her pussy was completely open and welcoming to him, dripping wet and ready to be taken.

This sight would stay buried in his heart as a deeply cherished memory. Not one he’d trot out and share during the holidays with family but maybe with just her. This memory of her making his fantasy a reality.

Rachel panted as he took in the sight of her. She bent her knees slightly and pressed her cunt back against his cock a little bit, enticing him. He growled low at the sensation of her tight wet heat squeezing on his head and said, “Hold on.”

Eli impaled her with one solid thrust, grasping her tightly against him as she moaned deeply and flexed against him in powerful waves.

“Slow down, baby,” he murmured, and she panted, stilling her movements.

He slid his hands up from her hips to her abdomen and over her ribs, pulling her gently into a standing position. Eli kneaded the delectable handfuls of her breasts gently but firmly, and she reached behind her and threaded her fingers into his hair. She laid her head back, and he tilted forward to kiss her tenderly as he began to thrust into her, looking into her eyes, so filled with bliss.

“Eli,” she whispered, “it’s so good. It’s so right with you. You fill me perfectly.” She placed her hands over his as he cupped her breasts, and she rocked back onto him, grinding on his cock. He growled deeply when she did it, and his strokes became firmer as he tunneled into her heat.

 “Angel,” he groaned, “you are my fantasy come true. You feel so good. You look so good, taking my cock like this.” He slid a hand down to her slit and stroked a finger over her clit. Rachel reacted to the additional stimulation immediately.

 “Oh, give it to me hard, Eli, please! Harder and faster! Fill me, oh! Eli! I’m coming!” She groaned low, thrusting back on his cock hard and tight, flexing her hips and drawing on him with a powerful womanly strength her soft feminine curves belied.

Maybe his Rachel had a little cavewoman in
her
? Her counterpart to his caveman. Her response to her orgasm had an almost feral, primitive quality to it. Eli loved the hell out of this part of her that took whatever the fuck she wanted when she wanted it, as hard as she could. He howled in ecstasy as his cock pulsed inside her, and her pussy consumed every drop of his cum, milking his cock.

Surprising him, Rachel reached back with both hands, grasped the backs of his thighs, and held on to him tightly. His cavewoman growled and arched against him, daring him to pull out before she was finished with him. He bent over her, wrapped his arms around her and growled back in answer, pounding into her with renewed vigor, giving her what she demanded.

Firmly stroking her clit, Eli trapped her against him and fucked her until her pussy clenched in ecstasy. She threw her head back and moaned rapturously and her body stroked him with her tightening muscles again.

She went limp in his arms, the satisfied cavewoman’s grip released, and his sweet gentle Rachel returned.