Her Gentle Giant, Part 2: Remember to Dance (7 page)

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Rachel went out with the girls to Rudy’s for supper. Rudy seated them at a large secluded booth in the corner and hand delivered complimentary appetizers to their table. He turned their service over to his best and most well-mannered waiter.

They nibbled on shrimp cocktail while they talked and looked over their menus. Remembering a few of the details Grace had shared with her about enjoying shrimp cocktail with Jack, Ethan, and Adam at Tessa’s, Rachel leaned over to Grace and asked, “How’s that
shrimp cocktail
?”

Grace laughed and nearly choked on her shrimp. “It’s good, but I know a place where I get more
personalized
service,” Grace said and jabbed Rachel in the ribs.

Grace had told her once that on their first date, Jack had held her in his lap while they fed her shrimp cocktail, and one thing had led to another right there in the private dining booth. Rachel hoped she got to visit one of those privacy booths at Tessa’s someday. Rachel remembered Teresa was with them and she should probably keep the risqué references to a minimum. Teresa was shy and needed time to come out of her shell a bit before they brought out the bawdy humor.

“How are things at Stigall’s, Teresa?” her mom asked politely. “Has business picked up much for the holidays?”

“It’s fairly slow right now, which is why I was able to get this weekend off, but after Thanksgiving we’ll be very busy.”

The waiter returned and listed the evening’s specials for them and took their orders then returned to refill their drinks.

Grace said, “Remember, Teresa, if you ever need to leave Michael with me at the house, you can,” Grace said.

They’d talked Erin, Ethan’s sister, into babysitting for them tonight. Erin would’ve liked to have gone out with them but was trying to pay her way through school and needed the cash, so had stayed home to babysit Michael and Matthew. Michael was two and a half years old, while Matthew was two and a half months old. Having a babysitter would make it possible for them all to go shopping the next day because the moms could be completely unencumbered.

“Thank you, Grace,” Teresa said, then added with a blush, “Angel also told me he could help out with Michael in the evenings if I needed him.”

“What a great guy,” Grace said, and Rachel noted the high color in Teresa’s cheeks.

Rachel changed the subject, knowing that Teresa hated being the center of attention. They gabbed for two hours and lingered over their meal, enjoying the excellent food and service. Rudy served complimentary desserts to them himself.

 After they got home, Kelly opened the box of pictures while Rachel’s mom assembled the ingredients for homemade sangria, and Teresa helped her make it. Grace crooked her finger at Rachel silently and drew her down the hall.

“I had Erin put the babies in the office so I could show you something tonight without disturbing them.” She paused outside of a bedroom door. “This is Ethan’s bedroom, where you’ll be sleeping.” She motioned Rachel in and turned on the light so that Rachel could see. On the wall hung a large, tasteful, but undeniably sexy portrait of Grace dressed in a low-cut black top and high-cut black ruffled panties. The ruffled top edge of a demi-bra peeked from the low neck of the top. Otherwise, Grace was bare-legged and sporting a sassy grin in the portrait.

“Recognize that top?” Grace pointed, giggling.

“Like mine?”

“Yep. I love Hips and Curves.”

“I’ll bet Ethan loves this portrait. It’s perfect for him,” Rachel said, admiring her chutzpah for modeling barelegged.

“I modeled in clothing each of them ordered for me from there.”

“Can I see the others?” Rachel asked eagerly.

Grace took her to Adam’s room and showed her the picture of her curled up in the champagne-colored robe and teddy, appearing as though she were taking a nap but undisputedly sexy.

Slipping quietly across the living room, Grace led her into her old bedroom, now Jack’s bedroom. There on the wall was the portrait of Grace in a pretty pink satin robe and nightgown, one sexy bare knee perched on the edge of a four-poster bed.

“I’ll bet they flipped for these, Grace. They’re beautiful. I’ve been wondering, do you think I should try and do something like this for Eli? Is there even time?”

“I talked with Carrie and Raquel this week about doing a family portrait of the four of us, and she said they had some openings. I’m sure they could fit you in, and I know they would appreciate the business. Things were slow for them this year, and their rates are reasonable. We’ll call her tomorrow if you’d like.”

Rachel nodded. “I think I would, very much. Thank you for showing them to me. Kelly and Mom will think they’re beautiful, too. You know they love you all.”

“Friends like you mean a lot to us. Do you have something sexy to model in? We could always take a look and see what’s new at Hips and Curves.”

Rachel chuckled and said, “I already have the perfect thing, but I want to take a look at Hips and Curves with you, anyway.”

They went out into the living room to find the other three enjoying their sangrias. Grace turned on her laptop computer and pulled up the plus-size lingerie website.

“Ooooh, pretty!” Erin squealed softly, trying to be considerate of the babies she’d just left sleeping in the other room.

“Wow. That’s just…wow,” Rachel looked over Grace’s shoulder at the computer screen.

“I know. Check her out,” Grace said, pointing to a model. “See? It’s all about angles. She’s the same size as you, maybe a tiny bit shorter.”

“Dang, she’s hot! Gorgeous hair,” Rachel commented, drawing her mom and Kelly’s attention. Teresa rose from the couch and followed them over.

“Forget her hair, that’s a great ass,” Kelly said matter-of-factly. “She’s plus-size?”

“You’d never know it. It’s the way she carries herself. Look at this one,” Grace said, navigating to another page. “Isn’t that corset pretty? Yeah, those are real boobs, no silicone implants. They also have some beautiful gowns and robes. Everything I’ve ever bought through them has been of excellent quality. No cheap fabrics or scratchy lace, and their prices are reasonable. But I love this website because the lingerie is modeled on plus-sized models, so you can see what it will look like.”

Kelly piped up and said, “Speaking of plus-sized models,
Mizz Lingerie Diva
, did you model your dress for your hunky men?”

Grace blushed and chuckled happily. “Did I ever! They loved the dress and shoes, and adored my new corset. Yep.”

“That’s all you’re going to say?” Kelly said.

“Yep.”

Kelly smirked and said, “That’s
code
for they couldn’t get it off of you fast enough and may have even torn some of it, isn’t it?”

Rachel’s mom snickered, Teresa blushed, and Rachel snorted her sangria.

“Maybe. Yep.” Grace nodded seductively then giggled more. “I need sangria. Kelly, show me these precious nekkid baby pictures of Eli you’ve been cackling over.”

Chapter Thirty-five

Rachel and the girls spent the rest of the evening looking at pictures of Eli at various ages, including the one Kelly had threatened him with. It was a black and white photograph of him at maybe one year of age. He sat on a shaded porch, dressed only in a diaper, and just as Kelly had described, he had a beatific grin on his cute little face. The garden hose was running full blast and gushing out of the front of his very swollen diaper.

There was another one taken the same day. He stood with his back to the camera, holding the hose up so that water sprayed up in the air. The waterlogged, swollen diaper was down around his chubby ankles, his plump little butt exposed as he grinned over his shoulder at whoever took the picture. Rachel laughed until she thought she might pee in her pants.

“I brought all of these pictures for both of you, Rachel, so you have them for your kids. I’ve already made copies of the ones I wanted to keep. Isn’t that a cute little
bubble butt?”

Kelly leafed through a stack, looking for one in particular. “There’s a cute one of the two of us stuck in the bath tub together. Here it is!” She handed it to Rachel.

“Aww, look!” Rachel handed it to the others to look at.

Eli was sitting in the tub, and his hair was spiked and standing up in the requisite shampoo Mohawk. His chubby little toddler arms were wrapped around his baby sister, helping her sit up in the hip deep water. There was a soap bubble in her mouth, and both of them grinned for the camera.

“Ooh, Rachel! Look! Here’s one of Eli when he was in Little League. Eli was a handsome little hunk!” Grace showed her a picture of Eli when he was twelve or thirteen in his baseball uniform. He was posed holding a bat, looking straight into the camera. His face was a preteen version of Eli, but when she looked at it, the handsome man he would one day become was clearly there, waiting to grow up. The man she loved was especially visible to her in the young boy’s intense gray eyes.

“Here’s one of him with his first motorcycle when he was seventeen.” Kelly handed Rachel another photograph, this time of a teenaged Eli leaning up against a beat-up motorcycle. His hair was longer in this photo and more closely resembled the man he was today, tall and muscular for his age.

“Gosh, hunk is in his genes.” Her mom popped her hand over her mouth. “Did I just say something inappropriate about my future son-in-law?”

Rachel rolled her eyes and laughed.

“Um, no. You said what we’re all thinking.” Grace snickered. “He’s extremely photogenic, Rachel. I hope you have an engagement portrait taken together.”

Rachel hugged her future sister-in-law. “Thank you, Kelly. I love that you did this for us. I’ll always treasure these pictures.”

“You’re welcome. They belong to you now, part of your future kids heritage.” Kelly hugged her back.

They started winding down around midnight. Grace and Rachel closed the house up and turned off most of the lights.

“I’ll be up reading for a little while if you need anything, Rachel,” Grace said as she made her way to the stairs.

“Is it hard for you to sleep without them, too?”

“Very. Most nights, I prefer to sleep cuddled up with all three of them,” Grace said quietly. “You look like you’ve been sleeping better since you came home, too.”

“I have been. I’m supposed to call Eli when I go to bed. He said he’d probably have trouble sleeping, too.”

Grace grinned knowingly. “Well, don’t let me keep you from your man. I have three texts of my own to send.”

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Eli lay in bed with the light off, his phone beside him on the mattress. He could barely make out the sound of one of the other men snoring in the room next to his. He’d lucked out that the hunting lodge was large enough for almost all of them to have a room to themselves. Adam and Ethan had voluntarily roomed together. Eli’s phone lit up and vibrated. He looked at it and grinned.

I found it, you naughty boy.

I’m wet. Call me if you’re still awake.

R.

He dialed her cell phone number and she picked up on the first ring.

“Hello, handsome.”

“Hello, angel.”

“That was a sweet thing you did, slipping that little silver egg vibrator into my luggage. I found the black lace nightgown and robe in the suitcase, too. You’re thorough as well as thoughtful.”

“Did it feel good slipping into that nightgown?”

“I don’t have it on yet.”

“Are you ready for bed?”

“Uh-huh,” she replied softly.

 “Are you nekkid?” he asked in a husky whisper.

“For you, yes.”

“Are you under the covers?”

“Yes,” she replied silkily, and he could hear her sheets rustling. “How are you? Were you asleep?”

“No, I couldn’t. I need you to sleep,” he replied softly, missing her warmth and her scent next to him.

“Maybe I can help,” she said softly. “So you were already in bed, under the covers?”

“Yeah.”

“Pajamas?”

His cock twitched. “No. I brought them in case we bunked together, but we all have our own rooms. This lodge is huge.” He was thankful because he hated sleeping clothed.

“Oh,” she said in an achingly soft voice. “Are you hard, Eli?” The tone of her sexy voice made his cock twitch.

“Very, angel. Your voice does that to me,” he murmured. He thought he dimly heard the sound of a phone ringing somewhere in the cabin but didn’t hear it again.

“You know what I’d do right now if I was there?” Her seductive voice sent a wave of shivers down his spine to his cock as he imagined it.

“Tell me, angel.”

“I’d wet my lips with my tongue, slide your big, hard cock into my mouth, and suck and lick you until you were panting. Are you stroking your cock yet?”

“I am now.” He reached down and stroked his tingling, rock-hard length, and groaned. “Do you have the egg with you, angel?”

“Yes,” she answered shakily.

“Are you nice and wet for me? Throbbing and aching for me?” he asked.

“You know I am, Eli. I wish you could touch me.”

“That’s why the egg was in your luggage. Pretend it’s my fingers, and later it’ll be my tongue. That’s why I sent it with you. Turn it on and put it over your clit.” He listened as she did as he asked, and she whimpered at the sudden stimulation. His shaft throbbed and wept a translucent tear at the sound of her arousal.

“Good, angel. Does it feel nice?”

“It’s torture, Eli. I’m so wet it keeps slipping,” she said with a soft, sexy chuckle. He wished it was his tongue that was doing the slipping.

“Mmm, my angel
is
good and wet.”

“Y–yes. Are you stroking your incredible, thick cock for me? Can you imagine me sucking the head for you? I want to climb on top and suck your cock while you lick my pussy. Would you like some sixty-nine with me?”

“I’d pull you down on my face and lick you till you came, screaming my name.” Eli imagined the feel and taste of her sweet pussy pressed against his face while she sucked his cock. “I’d lick your little pussy until my face was coated with your honey.”

“Oooh, baby, I can almost feel that warm tongue of yours.” He heard her moan low and soft.

“Are you stroking your clit yet?”

“Uh-huh,” she whimpered softly.

“Slip that little silver egg just inside, between your sweet little pink lips. Pretend that’s my tongue, angel. Feel it?” he asked in a strained, guttural voice.

Rachel did as he asked, and the sound of her soft whimpers increased. He could hear her rapid breathing. She sounded like she was already close to coming.

“Oh, Eli. I want you so much.” She panted softly, trying to catch her breath. “After I’m done licking you, I think I want to turn and straddle those lean hips of yours. I want to stroke your hard cock with my wet pussy and just slide back and forth over you and get you wet with my juices. Do you want that, Eli?”

“I want all of you, yes,” he hissed, straining against the mattress. “But I’m going to take hold of your pretty curvaceous hips and lift you onto my cock.”

“Oh,” she whimpered softly. Rachel sounded like she’d increased her stroking, and he groaned in response as he stroked his cock harder.

“Then I’d watch the head of my cock part your soft, wet, hot lips and slowly push into your sweet, lush pussy.”

“Oh,” she keened softly, “I feel you, Eli, sliding into me!”

He imagined it probably made her even hotter to have to be so quiet.

He groaned as he flexed his hips. “Then,
oh, god
, then I’d sink my shaft into your hot, tight little pussy nice…and…sl–slow. Oh, babe, are you close?” he asked, growling as he stroked his stiff cock firmly now, feeling his balls drawing up tight, ready to explode with his release.

“Mmm…Yes!” she gasped, sounding like she was ready to come. Her voice had that soft euphoric sound that told him she was just about there.

“Then I’d flip you on your back, lift your sexy, long legs high and pump into you nice and slow. I’d wait until you begged me to fuck you harder and faster. Then I’d give you
exactly
what you begged me for and fuck you until you screamed.”

He could hear Rachel’s sudden high-pitched exhalation. “Eli! I’m coming, I’m…” She panted softly as her orgasm overtook her, moaning low into the phone.

He fisted his cock and stroked twice more. “Then I’d fill your tight pussy with my cum until you overflowed with it. Oh, angel. Yes!” His voice shook slightly as he came into his hand and on his belly, catching it with a hand towel he’d packed for this purpose, not wanting to explain the mess later. “Oh, angel.” He groaned, lying there panting for a minute, listening to her soft breath sounds as she recovered.

“Eli?” she said with a breathy sigh that brought a grin to his face. It was the sound of his woman, satisfied. He heard her shifting around a little, removing and turning off the vibrator, he guessed.

“Are you all right, angel?”

“Yes, Eli, and you?”

“The only thing missing that would make this perfect is if you were cuddled next to me now, trying to catch your breath and holding on to me. That would make this perfect.”

“Yeah.” She sighed contentedly. “I’ve never had phone sex before.”

“That was my first time, too.” He chuckled.

She laughed softly. “Aw, we were virgins.”

“Are you flushing all over?” he asked, knowing that was a sign she’d come good and hard for him.

“Yes, I just felt it spread over my cheeks and my breasts. Mmm.” She sounded like she was stretching, and the sheets rustled again. “You’re the best, Eli.”

“Thank you. Same goes for you, angel. Did you have fun looking at all my embarrassing baby pictures?”

“Oh, they were adorable, Eli! You were a precious little baby. I loved them all, including the one with the water hose.”

“Ugh! Which was your favorite?”

“Honestly? The one of you when you were seventeen with your first motorcycle. But that’s not a baby picture, I suppose. Probably the one of you sitting in your highchair coated in spaghetti sauce and chocolate pudding. I’ll bet your mom had to scrub you hard to get that mess off of you.”

Eli laughed. “Yeah, see what you have to look forward to, angel?”

“I’d love to have a baby boy or girl that looks like you, Eli. With your gray eyes and black hair.”

“As long as I get a little angel who looks like her mommy, too. I miss you. Will you be able to sleep?”

“I have a better chance of sleeping now than I did before your call. I hope I can stay asleep. I miss you, too, Eli.”

“I’d stroke your soft back if I was there. And tickle you with my fingertips just the way you like.”

“I love it when you do that.” She yawned, he noticed with satisfaction.

“I love it when you moan when I find the right spot above your tailbone.”

“Mmm. You know right where it is, too,” she replied languidly.

“You have your nightgown nearby?”

“Yes, it’s on the chair by the bed.”

“Why don’t you put down the phone and slip into it and climb back into bed?”

“All right, honey. Hold on.” She did as he asked, and he smiled when he heard her sigh contentedly as the heavy satin slid over her skin. She picked up the phone after she got back into bed, sighing happily. “Okay, I’m tucked in.”

“Damn. Listening to you sigh like that makes me wish I was there. After you hang up, imagine the gown is me wrapped around you, snuggling you close to me, all right?”

“You were so thoughtful and romantic to pack this. Are you getting sleepy?”

He folded the towel up and used it to clean up a bit, laid it aside to take care of later, then slid back between the quickly cooling sheets. “Yeah, I think I probably could. I’ll let you go on to sleep, angel. One thing?”

“Yes?”

“Press your index finger and middle finger to your lips for me?”

“Okay?”

“Good. That kiss is from me. Now put it wherever you want it.” He chuckled at her soft giggle.

“Mmm, done,” she said softly. “Guess where.”

“Mmm. Someplace I plan on kissing a lot when I get you alone, angel. I love you.”

“I love you, Eli. Goodnight.”

Eli ended the call and placed the phone on the table by the bed. He gazed out the window opposite the bed and watched the stars twinkle. He could almost feel her soft, warm skin under his fingertips and smell her unique womanly scent. He rolled to his side and pulled the other pillow close to him and tried to fall asleep.