Betting on Grace (19 page)

“Stroke me harder, Gracie. Squeeze my dick,” Grant
begged, tightening his grip on her hand as he jacked his cock while riding
Lane’s fingers. “Sonuvabitch,” Grant said on a strangled moan. “I’m gonna come.
Put my cock in your mouth, Gracie.”

When she leaned forward, Grant slipped his fingers
into her hair, pulling her close as her lips wrapped firmly around the engorged
head, sliding lower and lower until the back of her throat brushed the
sensitive tip. “Oh, hell yes. Make me come,” he pleaded.

Lane thrust his fingers inside of Grant, brushing
Grant’s prostate repeatedly until the only thing Grant knew was the building
pressure, the glorious sparks that ignited at the base of his spine, radiating
outward. Unable to move, not wanting to risk losing the fingers buried deep in
his ass, Grant urged Gracie’s head down, until he was fucking her mouth deeper.

“Fuck, that’s it. That’s… Oh, shit. I’m…” Grant’s
entire body froze, his muscles locking, his ass gripping the fingers buried
deep inside of him as he came, his orgasm ripping through him with a ferocity
he’d never known before.

And when it was over, Grant could hardly remain
upright.

Okay, no. That wasn’t true. There was no “hardly”
about it. He couldn’t remain upright, falling over onto his side when Gracie
released him from her mouth.

While he caught his breath, which he wasn’t sure was
going to be an easy thing, Grant watched Gracie as she began to bounce on
Lane’s cock again. Lane gripped the comforter while Gracie lifted and dropped
onto Lane, over and over, faster and faster until they were both crying out
their release in tandem.

Grant’s heart was still pounding when Gracie fell on
top of Lane, her arm falling across Grant’s chest.

“We’re gonna do that again,” Lane said, his words
raspy from his desperate need for oxygen.

“Shower first. Then dinner. Then sex,” Gracie added.

“Works for me,” Grant offered, running his arm up and
down Gracie’s smooth back.

“What time is it, anyway?” Gracie asked.

Grant had to twist around to see the clock on the
nightstand. “Five thirty.”

“Definitely dinner,” Lane added, his stomach growling
as though reiterating the request.

“Let’s go to the dining room,” Gracie said, pushing up
to a sitting position.

Grant watched as she rocked slowly, still filled with
Lane’s cock.

“Oh, damn,” Lane said on a heavy sigh. “Eat first.
Then you can ride me all you want, cowgirl.”

Gracie laughed but eased off Lane and then disappeared
into the bathroom, leaving Grant and Lane lying there in her bed together. Lane
was just about to say something, but he didn’t have a chance because Gracie
ducked her head into the room and said, “Oh, and I want you both to stay the
night.”

Grant stared at the spot where she had just been, even
after she disappeared again, his heart thumping twice as hard as before. But
this time it wasn’t from physical exertion.

No, this time it was from that damn feeling that Lane
had brought out in him earlier. The one he had yet to clearly define. The one
that felt a lot like love.

After their showers, which they took separately due to
Lane’s hunger pains, the three of them went to the dining room at the main
house. And for the first time in a long time, they didn’t linger over dessert
or coffee, preferring instead to return to Grace’s house.

And ever since they’d walked in the door, the three of
them had been lying in her bed, completely naked. Up to this point, other than
some heavy petting and some rather intense making out, they had spent more time
talking than anything else.

Talking.

Funny, that.

Grace remembered the last time she’d been snuggled in
bed with the two men, questioning Grant about his father. He hadn’t wanted to
open up, yet tonight he was answering the questions easily. She still didn’t
know what had happened or why the change, but she wasn’t interested in
questioning it, either. Even though she wished she’d been part of the
conversation that apparently had occurred between the two men, Grace was just
happy that they were talking.

They were acting like … adults. Imagine that.

She had learned more about Lane’s parents and his
father’s high-handedness. Lane had shared some of the minor details of his life
before Dead Heat Ranch, something he wasn’t all that proud of. He admitted that
he’d been promiscuous and wild, although he assured them both that he was
always safe. It was still surprising to find out the man had been in numerous
bisexual relationships over the years. Especially considering this was still
new to Grace.

Well, maybe not new. They had been seeing each other
for the better part of three months now, even if that time had gone by so
quickly.

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” Lane whispered, his
breath blowing her hair as she rested her cheek on his chest.

“Us,” she answered quickly.

“I like the sound of that,” Lane replied. “Us.”

Grace slid her fingers through the soft hair on Lane’s
chest, tugging gently every so often just because she enjoyed watching him
squirm.

“I wish we had more time to do this,” Grant added, his
erection pressing into Grace’s lower back as he spooned her from behind.

“Me, too.”

That seemed to be the consensus, although Grace still
didn’t know why they didn’t have more time to do this. Aside from having to
work ridiculous hours and trying to hide their relationship from everyone so
that her father wouldn’t get word of it…

Okay, so that pretty much was the reason right there.

Grace hated the sneaking around part. Then again, the
three of them had gone to dinner without thinking about the way others were probably
looking at them. Maybe that was a start.

When they reached the point where talking was futile
thanks to the heated kisses and heavy petting that had started once again,
Grace gave herself over to them.

She found herself transfixed by the sight of Grant and
Lane kissing, their bodies twining together until Lane was on top of Grant,
kneeling between Grant’s spread thighs. These two were something to see. Two
incredibly powerful males, touching, tasting, battling for control, yet
yielding to one another at the same time. It was beautiful to see. Especially
since she could see the emotion on Grant’s face, the feelings he seemed too
scared to share with anyone. They were plain as day but never spoken.

“Come here,” Lane demanded softly, pulling his mouth from
Grant’s and looking up at her.

Getting to her knees, Grace crawled across the bed
until she was kneeling next to the two men. And then she was laughing because
Grant toppled her over as he pulled her close. Their mouths met in a heated
kiss, and Grace realized he had other things in mind, rolling her onto her back
until he was situated between her thighs.

“Mmm,” he whispered against her mouth. “I want to
taste you. I want to eat your pussy until you’re screamin’ my name, darlin’.”

Finding no reason to refuse him, Grace smiled as she
spread her legs farther apart, enjoying the feel of his mouth as he trailed his
lips down her neck, over her collarbone, then slid seamlessly over to her right
breast, scraping her nipple with his teeth. If he wasn’t careful, he was going
to make her come just like that. When she reached for his head, wanting to pull
him closer, he did the opposite, releasing her breast with an audible pop.

“Put your hands on the headboard,” he instructed, a
mischievous gleam in his stormy blue eyes.

Grace did as instructed, reaching behind her and
gripping the bottom edge of the headboard. It was apparently all that he needed
because Grant’s talented mouth returned to her breast, once again teasing her
until she was writhing beneath him.

She felt the bed shift, knew that Lane had retrieved a
condom from the nightstand, but she couldn’t see him around Grant. Then came
the point when she couldn’t see anything at all. Grant’s wicked mouth moved
farther down her body, the pleasure blinding her. When he began licking her
clit with his skillful tongue, stroking gently, insistently, her eyes closed of
their own volition.

“Oh, God,” she sighed. “That feels so good.”

Not trying to hurry him, Grace rocked her hips upward,
desperately trying to increase the friction of his tongue along her clit as her
skin tingled in response to the incredible sensation.

Grant’s heated breath tickled her labia, and she
realized he’d inhaled and exhaled sharply because Lane was sliding into him.
Forcing her eyes open, she noticed that Lane was standing behind Grant, both of
them at the foot of the bed while Grant was leaning over, his mouth hovering
directly above her aching pussy.

“So tight,” Lane moaned. “So good.”

Oh, God. The look on Lane’s face as he drove himself
inside Grant had another round of chills racing over her sensitive nerve
endings. She couldn’t have torn her eyes off them if she’d tried.

“Lane,” Grant moaned, the vibration causing her pussy
to throb.

“Keep licking her pussy or I’ll stop,” Lane commanded,
his voice rough and sensual.

Grace watched closely, admiring the way the muscles in
Lane’s huge chest flexed as he gripped Grant’s hips. She could see the way his
hips jerked forward and back, but he was maintaining an incredibly slow pace.

“Oh,” Grace squealed when Grant slipped two fingers
inside her. “Oh, yes.”

Her eyes met Lane’s over Grant’s body, and she saw so
much in the dark brown pools. So much emotion, so much desire. It nearly
overwhelmed her.

But before she could let it, Grace’s attention was
ripped back to the man sliding his tongue through her slit, driving his fingers
into her oh-so-slowly.

“Grant.” She said his name in warning, as the
incredible pleasure sent her closer to the edge. Right to the point she thought
she was going to come undone. And then when Grant wrapped his lips around her
clit, using his tongue to flick relentlessly, there was nothing she could do
but ride the waves of her orgasm as it crashed through her.

“Fuck yes,” Lane growled. “I love watching her come.”

But Grant wasn’t finished. He released her clit from
between his lips as he held himself up with one hand, bracing his body as Lane
began pounding into him ruthlessly. Grant continued to thrust his fingers
inside her, adding a third until she was begging and pleading, another more
powerful orgasm cresting.

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Lane was holding himself back, desperate to send Grant
careening into the abyss. As he drove into the man harder, faster, over and
over, his balls drawing up against his body, Lane sucked in air like it was
about to be a scarce resource.

“Oh, God, yes!” Gracie screamed, her body thrashing on
the bed, her hands gripping the headboard.

Fuck, she was beautiful when she came. Her sweet tits
thrust upward, her taut stomach stretched as she drove her hips up against
Grant’s mouth. Watching her nearly unraveled him.

Lane had to tear his eyes away or he would’ve exploded
instantly. Instead, he focused on driving himself deeper into Grant, gripping
Grant’s hips and pulling him back against his punishing thrusts.

When Grant heaved himself up on his hands, still bent
over the bed, Lane increased his pace, slamming into him while Grant drove his
hips back against Lane. The sound of their sweat-slick bodies slapping against
one another, mixed with the pounding of Lane’s heart and the harsh breaths he
was dragging into his lungs, were the only things he could hear for what seemed
like an eternity.

But then Grant was saying his name, repeating it over
and over, the sound so sweet on the man’s lips.

“Lane. Oh, shit that feels so good. Don’t stop. Please
don’t stop.”

“Come for me, baby.”

Lane saw Gracie move, realized she was scooting down
on the bed until she was practically beneath Grant.

“Oh, yes, Gracie, baby, stroke my cock.”

“Come for us,” Gracie whispered. “Come on me.”

Oh, fucking hell.

Her words had Lane’s balls drawing up even tighter to
his body. The strong, hot grip Grant’s ass had on his dick was almost more than
he could bear. But Lane didn’t want it to end, wanted to stay right there,
buried to the hilt in Grant’s body.

“Oh, fuck yes. So good, Lane. Harder!”

Lane wasn’t sure he could give any more than he was,
but he focused on pounding Grant harder, reaching around him and holding him
with one arm while he fucked him, alternating between shallow and deep. “Come
for us, baby. Come all over Gracie’s beautiful tits.”

“I can’t hold on… Oh, shit. I’m…” Grant’s muscles
locked on Lane’s dick, sending both pleasure and pain ricocheting through
Lane’s entire body until he couldn’t hold on any longer.

Lane roared as his orgasm gripped him, his fingers
digging into Grant’s hip as he tightened his hold on his waist, pulling him
against him as he drove as deep as he could, his dick pulsing and throbbing as
he came hard and fast.

And when Lane couldn’t hold himself up any longer, he
withdrew quickly, stripping the condom off and tossing it into the trash can
sitting in the corner before flopping onto the bed alongside Gracie.

Grant disappeared but returned a minute later with two
washcloths that he used to clean Gracie and then Lane as they lay side by side.
Closing his eyes, Lane focused on the soft sound of Gracie’s breathing while he
tried his best to stay conscious. He must’ve succeeded because he heard
Gracie’s request for them to get under the blankets, which he did without
argument, pulling Gracie against him while reaching for Grant.

No one spoke. Lane wasn’t opposed to the silence that
time. They’d done plenty of talking earlier. Right then, he wanted to hold on to
the two people who’d managed to weave themselves deep into his heart. And as he
drifted off to sleep, he managed to whisper the words “I love you” to both of
them.

He had fallen hard and fast for these two, and he
didn’t have a problem telling them. As his brain went offline, giving in to
sleep, he wondered when the two of them were going to come to terms with their
feelings, too. As much as he truly believed they felt the same way for him,
Lane still longed to hear the words.

After all, it’d been a damn long time since anyone had
told him that they loved him.