Free Divine Grace by Heather Rainier

no doubt in her mind what he meant. It was in his eyes. Again, her body clamored for him, wet heat gathered in her pussy, pulsing.
    Mine! All Mine!
    It shocked her, the way her body reacted so viscerally to all three of them.
    He helped her in the kitchen, chopping vegetables to go in a salad. He got down a can from a high shelf for her and slid his big, warm hand around 52

    her hip as he handed it to her. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear when it kept falling in her face. She could get used to that kind of attention on a regular basis. She bent over to get the big roll of foil from the drawer under the oven, and when she backed up, pulling the drawer open, she bumped into him.
    “Sorry! Ugh, this drawer always sticks!” And then she felt his hand right on her behind, and it wasn’t there to steady her, either. She looked back over her shoulder at him, and he grinned devilishly at her, his hand remaining on that spot. Now he was definitely caressing her.
    “Who are you? And what is your hand doing on my sister’s ass?” a laughing voice said through the screen door.
    “The drawer was stuck again!” Grace said in reply.
    “So is his hand, evidently!” Charity replied as she pulled open the screen door. Grace was relieved that Charity was here but wished she’d made her appearance just a few minutes later. Even though Jack had removed his hand, she could still feel his touch through her blue jeans. Her heart pounded a little, her body hoping for another opportunity to see what his caress might have led to.
    Grace skipped into the living room and gave her sister a great big hug.
    Charity looked amused as she did. She had not felt this carefree and happy in years. Charity grimaced when she noticed the red mark on Grace’s cheek.
    “That son of a bitch! What did he do to you? I hope you paid him back double!”
    She and Grace laughed together when she heard Jack say, “Triple,” as he fiddled with the drawer mechanism under her stove, and a voice filtered in through the kitchen window, “Quadruple!”
    “So you pounded his sorry ass?” she asked Jack as Adam came in through the back door.
    “Yes, ma’am. Pounded him real good.” He offered her the hand he wiped off with a dish towel. “Jack Warner. I’m pleased to meet you. You must be Charity.”
    “Trust me, the pleasure is all mine. If I never see that miserable rat again, it will be too soon. Thanks for throwing out the garbage. I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. And you must be?”
    “Adam Davis, ma’am. Glad to know you,” he said as he held out his hand to her.

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    Grace grinned as she observed her sister’s reaction. Charity’s eyes got big and round as she sized both of them up and looked over at Grace with obvious approval. “I’ll bet you did pound his ass real good! Could he walk?”
    “Nope,” Adam replied, chuckling. “I had to carry him out, but I’m sure he’ll survive.”
    “I hope he doesn’t file assault charges,” Grace said, suddenly very concerned about that possibility.
    “He assaulted you first in front of three credible witnesses,” Jack reminded her. “I doubt he would be stupid enough to do that.”
    Charity snorted. “His stupidity knows no bounds, but I’m more worried about him coming back to harass you, Grace.” Charity gestured to the overnight bag hung over her shoulder. “That’s why I’m staying with you for a few days.”
    “That sounds like a great idea,” Jack said. “We’ll put a steak on for you, too. I was concerned about Grace staying there by herself tonight and was considering offering to bring her home with us temporarily until things die down.
    Just then, Ethan walked in the door. Grace noticed Charity eyed him appreciatively as well, turning a curious look on her. In one hand, he had a bag from the hardware store, and in the other, he held a shopping bag that contained a six-pack and what looked like a bottle of wine.
    “Hi. I didn’t know if you had any beer.