Sparks Fly! A Divine Creek July 4th Family Reunion (13 page)

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Emma Rivers giggled breathlessly as she followed Duke and Gage to The Dancing Pony dance floor. Because they’d had so much fun with it, the bucket list had grown until they were always in the habit of looking for new things to add to it. Duke had bought the DVD of
Footloose
, and she’d instantly latched on to the idea of learning to line dance.

She’d come a long way with her dance skills since marrying Duke and bonding with Gage, but she’d learned the dance at home with her guys where it was less embarrassing to make mistakes. She’d only made Gage fall down one time while practicing.

Her men had groaned and bellyached because
all
of their bucket list adventures had to be done together. But they’d indulged her and practiced the line dance with her at home so that she wouldn’t make a total ass of herself. Their downstairs neighbor had not been amused by all the thumping on her ceiling.

Ethan had taken her request for “Fake I.D.” by Big & Rich with a laugh and had passed it on to Dave the DJ. Now the intro was playing and people were jumping up to join the line-dancing throng. She was relieved when she saw Charity and Justin Connors, Lydia Carlisle, and Lily Cook all rise from their chairs and join because the first time she’d seen this dance, they’d been the ones she’d watched.

As she made her way to the dance floor, Gage slid in behind her and said, “Purple alligator.” She froze, and he bumped into her back, and Duke ran into him.

“What’s the holdup?” Duke asked as he looked around Gage at her.

Her mouth popped open in shock. “He just ‘
purple alligatored
’ me!” Realizing she was speaking rather loudly, she put her hand over her mouth. The people around her probably thought she was crazy.

Duke grinned knowingly and nodded his head as he high-fived his adopted brother, Gage, whose green eyes sparkled with good humor as he made a gesture with his finger for her to turn and keep going to the dance floor. Duke playfully waggled his eyebrows at her.

How do they expect me to concentrate on the dance now? They probably planned this since I talked them into line dancing. Now I’m gonna have to dance all flustered and turned on. Wait! Why am I complaining?

Emma took her place behind Charity and beside Lily and grinned at them as Duke took position behind her and Gage was on her other side. Any way she turned she figured she was covered if she lost her place in the dance.

She kicked her foot with everyone else, clapped when they did, and then turned on time and caught Gage’s eyes. He grinned as he made an alligator jaw motion with his hands before he turned so she could watch him move his fine tush to the song before she turned again. The turkey was trying to distract her, but she giggled and danced along.

When she turned so that Duke was in front of her, she had to laugh because he was making the same “purple alligator” gesture at her over his shoulder while he danced. She could barely walk and chew gum at the same time, and she had no idea how he could do that and not miss a step
.

They’ve been practicing on their own, the dorks!

“Purple alligator” and the accompanying gesture was their code for sex in a public or semipublic place. But what made it even better was that the one who called it also called the shots, so now she was at Gage’s mercy.

Her core quaked with excitement, nearly throwing off her timing as she turned, and she giggled when Duke winked at her. Wondering where and when and how long she’d have to wait, she counted out the beat as the song came to a close. She clapped her hands, happy that she’d not gone horizontal even once for the whole dance.

It was true that Gage and Duke took huge risks with these “special” bucket list endeavors. But when Emma became an old lady, she’d be able to look back and say that she’d embraced life and squeezed every bit of excitement out of it.

But by damned, if the town doctor gets arrested for public lewdness then I get “purple alligator” dibs for a decade!

They returned to their table, and she sipped her fresh drink while she waited for Gage to make his move. He and Duke seemed to be in cahoots, communicating nonverbally with looks and gestures. Her panties got damper and damper as she sensed their tension building.

Duke rose from his seat. “Em, I’ll be right back. Stay here with Gage.” He made his way to the men’s restroom.

She sat there waiting, growing wetter by the minute. Gage slowly slid his fingertips up and down her thigh, barely slipping beneath the hem of her strapless sundress before sliding back down again. As part of “purple alligator,” she couldn’t ask any questions, so they were all rattling in her head. Gage looked at the screen of his cell phone, grinned, and held out his hand as he stood from his chair at the tall table.

“Ready?”

“Oh, you have no idea.” She smiled at people she knew as Gage led her across the club just as the lights were dimmed for a slow dance number and en masse people rose from their chairs to go dance to the popular song.

Well done, Gage!

With his hand on her lower back, Gage directed her to the women’s restroom. “Go in, slip off your panties, and wait for us.”

More hot moisture seeped from between her swollen lips as she did what he’d asked, and she barely resisted the urge to slide her fingers through it to relieve the ache a little. About ten seconds later, both of her men slipped inside and locked the door.

“This is going to be your fastest orgasm on record, Emma,” Gage growled as he grabbed her, pressing her up against the bathroom wall, and kissed her like he was starved for her.

Her heart pounded as Duke kneeled in front of her and pushed the hem of her dress up until it was tucked in the empire waist. Doing so exposed her bare, soaked pussy to his heavy-lidded gaze.

Gage pulled the smocked, elasticized bodice of her strapless dress down, and both men latched on to her sensitive girlie parts both above and below her waist at the same time. Her head fell back against the tile wall, and Gage reached up to cradle it for her as he voraciously sucked on her nipples, sending a spear of lust straight to her clit.

Gage said this would be fast, and they made a believer out of her as arousal skyrocketed inside of her. She’d never thought that her nipples were that sensitive, but they’d proven her wrong in the last few months.

Duke slid two fingers inside her quivering cunt, and she moaned at how quickly the tempest rose inside her. Duke’s scruffy beard tickled her mound as he licked her clit in a sensual, circular rhythm while playing counterpoint with his fingers inside her, rubbing her G-spot. They were both on her hard and fast, and she felt like her insides were blazing. As if on some unspoken cue, they switched places, Duke’s fingers slipping out to be instantaneously replaced by Gage’s.

Gage quickly said, “Hold her head so she doesn’t hit it again,” before sucking her rapidly throbbing clit into his hot mouth.

Duke glanced up at her and gave her his naughty little grin, his gray eyes twinkling and maintaining eye contact as he latched on to her diamond-hard nipples. When she smiled at him, he slid his fingers through her long, dark hair to cradle her head and let go of her nipple long enough to give her a tender kiss. She tasted her own essence on his tongue before he returned his hungry attention to her nipples.

With his equally talented fingers, Gage got her hips flexing and rocking with his attention to her G-spot as he lapped and teased at her clit. Her cunt drew up, and the turmoil increased inside her as her orgasm crested. She heard a sound and wondered if someone stood outside, wondering why the door was locked. She imagined their ear was pressed to the door and her pussy clenched as she realized they might have a key. If they had a key they could come in…and watch.

Her entire pelvic region throbbed along with her galloping heartbeat, and she whimpered. “It’s here, it’s here.
Don’t stop
! Oh! I’m coming!” The tension in every muscle suddenly sprang free, and her cunt pulsed with each rhythmic wave of her climax, and she cried out, not caring if anyone heard her or not.

Gage not only didn’t stop, he redoubled his efforts, as did Duke until she went limp between them. Dimly she was aware when Gage whispered, “Raise a foot, angel.”

She did as he asked then realized Gage was helping her with her undies, which she must’ve dropped when they
attacked
her. He was helping her get dressed again as Duke gave her breasts a few final kisses and then pulled up the bodice of her dress.

Duke peered into her eyes. “Need a minute?”

With undoubtedly dazed eyes, Emma nodded her head and smiled. “Yup.”

Gage chuckled as he rose to his feet, licking his lips like the cat that had gotten into the cream, after fixing the hem of her dress. He kissed her with unhurried tenderness and directed her to one of the stalls. “Take as long as you need. We’ll be waiting by the hall to walk you back.”

“That’s a good thing because I’m not sure my legs are working. No more line dancing for me tonight.”

“We’ll order you a soda,” Duke said softly. “You’ll feel bouncy again in no time, which is good because we’re not done with you yet.”

Bouncy? What am I? Tigger?

Gage nodded. “That’s right. The panties are coming back off and you get to ride Duke’s cock on the way to the apartment, and then you’re going to go cowgirl
again
with me while we lie out on the balcony.”

“So
that’s
why you got all those potted ferns and other plants!”

“Until we have a place of our own, it’ll be our little private outdoor bedroom.”

“But someone might still see.”

“I know,” Gage growled lustily. Emma bit her lip when she got wet for him all over again. “That’s what I love about ‘purple alligator.’”

Duke reached for the latch. “We’d better go. We’ve already been in here too long. See you in a minute, Em.”

She backed into the stall just as they opened the door and saw Duke wink at her as he pulled the “Temporarily Out of Order” sign from the door. They really had planned “purple alligator” out thoroughly. She was grateful no one was waiting outside the door to come in.

Not ten seconds later, a couple of women walked in chattering. After catching her breath and taking care of business, Emma ventured from the women’s restroom. She found Duke and Gage chatting with Clay and Del Cook while Lily perched in Del’s lap looking very contented. Emma would’ve thought her men looked nonchalant, except that she’d spotted the telltale ridges of their erections inside their cargo shorts.

Thank goodness for snug knit boxer shorts!

She didn’t want any other women eyeing Duke and Gage’s boners but her. Her pussy wept hot moisture in agreement as she remembered Gage’s directive about what she was doing once they left the nightclub.

Good thing I wore a dress, I guess.

* * * *

Jack Warner felt a tap on his leg and leaned toward Grace when she beckoned him closer. “Were they doing what I think they were doing?”

The four of them had just watched Duke and Gage slip out of the women’s restroom into the shadowed hallway. Duke pulled down the paper sign he’d taped to the restroom door less than five minutes before. Jack thought Duke and Gage looked pretty damned pleased with themselves as they stopped to nonchalantly chat with Clay and Del Cook.

Jack saw the merry twinkle in Grace’s eyes as she bit her lip, giggled, and gestured for all of her men to lean close so they could hear her. “What do you say we all sneak into Ethan’s office and redecorate it?”

Ethan laughed. “The four of us in my tiny little office? ‘Wreck it’ would be more like it.”

Jack leaned in a little farther. “As fun as that sounds, it’s been a long day. You’ve got that lusty ‘ménage’ look in your eyes, darlin’. If that’s how we’re gonna play tonight, I want to be able to fall into a coma afterward and not have to drive home. You’d prefer it in your own bed, wouldn’t you?”

“Honestly? I’m feeling a little like Sam-I-Am, honey. You could do me in the rain. And in the dark. And on a train. And in a car. And in a tree. You’re all so good, so good, you see!”

Ethan burst into laughter. “Someone has been reading
a lot
of Dr. Seuss lately.”

Grace snickered. “He just goes on and on and
on
, and my mind wanders sometimes.”

Adam waved at their waitress and asked for the tab. “Why don’t we say good night and see how far we get down the road.” Adam said it with a wink directed it at Grace, which Jack knew boded well for whoever got to the backseat first.

Jack was so grateful they’d learned the benefits early on of being as helpful as they could to Grace with the house and with the baby. The three of them were hands-on with Rose Marie to keep Grace from feeling overworked. Having a housekeeper saved the time she had in the evening after work for relaxing with her men. Less stress equaled more of Grace’s lovin’.

Jack got up and helped Grace from her chair, and they bid everyone a hasty good night. As he passed Seth Carter, Jack noticed the tattoo artist was keeping an eye on Jayne, who was on the dance floor with his ranch hand Buck Turnsell. Jayne didn’t appear to be uncomfortable, but she maintained a ladylike distance with Buck. She might’ve agreed to dance with him, but it was pretty clear her choice was already made. Seth’s posture communicated that he didn’t take that for granted, which Jack appreciated since Jayne was his wife’s cousin. Jack laid a hand on his shoulder, and Seth looked up at him and reached out to shake his hand.

“Jack, thanks for the invitation. I had a great time.”

“Glad to hear it, Seth. You’re welcome out at the ranch anytime.” Nodding at Jayne on the dance floor, Jack added, “She’s a jewel.”

She deserves someone who will treat her well. Especially after all that the sweet girl had been through.

Seth nodded, agreement in his eyes, which immediately tracked back to her. Jack grinned as Grace slipped her hand in his.

You may not know it yet, Seth, but welcome to the family.

Jack had seen that look on Ethan and Adam’s faces when they’d been courting Grace, and he was sure they’d seen it in his too. Seth had stuck close to Jayne for the entire day, and even Jack, who was sometimes the last to know about stuff like this, could see that they were very attracted.

As Adam passed him, he growled, “First one to the SUV gets laid.”