Betting on Grace

by Nicole Edwards

  “If my mother can’t be here to see me, I don’t want to do it.”

  Wow. That was a startling revelation. From the moment Lane had seen Gracie riding Astro Boy, showing that little girl just what she was capable of, he hadn’t been able to get the image out of his head.

  “So you gave up?” Grant asked. The question, had it not been laced with sympathy, would’ve sounded harsh.

  “I didn’t give up,” Gracie countered heatedly. “I’m not a quitter.”

  “No, you’re not,” Grant and Lane agreed simultaneously.

  Once again, the silence descended on them, and Lane fought the urge to fidget. As it was, Grant was shredding the beer bottle label, and Gracie was now fingering the tassels on one of her throw pillows.

  Lane finally cleared his throat, drawing their attention to him. “So what can we do to help you?” he asked Grant directly. “You know, with your crazy father?”

  Lane tried to keep the question light because the emotion that was charging the air in the room had caused a black cloud to settle over them. He didn’t want things to be so serious for them. Sure, he wanted them to be able to talk to each other, but he didn’t want it to be something they dreaded doing, either.

  “I don’t even know where to start,” Grant began. “I went to their house hopin’ one of them would come home. I’m more worried about my mother, honestly. I don’t know where she is.”

  “Have you called your sister?” Gracie asked.

  Grant’s eyes widened as though the thought hadn’t occurred to him. He shook his head, confirming Lane’s suspicion.

  “Then let’s start there,” Lane said, leaning forward. “Call her. See if she’s heard from her. Once we get an answer, we’ll go from there.”

  “Who wants another beer?” Gracie asked, springing up from her seat.

  Just when she was starting to walk past him, Lane reached out and grabbed her, pulling her over the arm of the couch and into his lap. He stared into her eyes, refusing to let her go when she began to squirm. “As for you, I’d love to watch you race again. And no, I’m not talkin’ professionally, Gracie.” Lane swallowed, watching her watch him. “Truth be told, watchin’ you ride that horse is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

  That earned him a small smile from her. Lane wasn’t willing to settle for small, so he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he cradled the back of her head in his palm.

  The next thing he knew, the beer bottle he’d been holding disappeared from his hand at the same time Gracie’s arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him to her until he was practically on top of her.

  Kissing her was so intense, every single time. The way she always put her whole heart into it made Lane want to go on kissing her forever. And he might have, too, if Grant hadn’t moved closer.

  Now, Lane was a big man, he didn’t deny that, and Grant was no lightweight, so, needless to say, they didn’t quite fit on the couch comfortably. Which was why Lane maneuvered so that he was easing Gracie down to the floor, repositioning himself so that he was kneeling between her legs and Grant was lying on his side next to her. From there, Lane alternated kissing them both, trying not to hurry, wanting to cherish every single minute, every single slide of their tongues into his mouth.

  When Gracie’s hands slipped beneath his T-shirt, Lane sucked in a breath. Her soft, cool fingers sent chills up and down his skin. The warm, callused hand that caressed his back had to belong to Grant, and the combination of both of their hands on him was enough to make his head spin.

  “We should move this to the bedroom,” Gracie murmured against Lane’s lips several moments later.

  “What the lady wants, the lady gets,” Lane whispered, shifting so that he could reach beneath her and lift her into his arms.

  Gracie giggled, but then she crushed her lips back to his, and he had to go slow so that he didn’t run into the wall while she stole his breath with her delicious tongue. When she sucked his tongue into her mouth, he hit the wall, his back resting against the unyielding wood as he fought the incredible surge of desire that shot through him like a lightning bolt.

  “Lord have mercy, woman,” Lane said on a harsh breath when she released him.

  When Lane reached the bed, Grant was already there, sitting on the edge, watching them with hooded eyes. Instead of tossing her onto the mattress as he had before, Lane eased her down, his hand sliding up over Grant’s thigh as he positioned himself over her, urging Grant to join them.

  And then the three of them were on the bed, kissing and touching, the temperature in the room rising, rivaling the humid August heat outside.

  How they managed to remove their clothes while never getting off the bed, Lane would never know, but several minutes later, Lane was hovering over Gracie, his rock-hard cock sheathed, and his breath was stolen from his lungs as he slid into her. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her ankles pressing into his ass as she tried to pull him deeper.

  While the silky hot walls of her pussy gripped him, Lane tried to remember where they were and what he was supposed to be doing. The pleasure was beyond incredible, making his brain fuzzy. He tried to remain still, to let her body acclimate to his size, but Gracie had other plans. She used her strong legs to pull him deeper, grinding her hips beneath him, fucking him although he was the one on top.

  Figuring she wanted to lead, Lane managed to flip them so that she was riding him, his cock deep inside her as she sat up. Lane’s attention was drawn to Grant, who was stroking his dick while watching them closely. Snaking one hand out behind Grant’s thigh, he urged the man closer until his thick erection was hovering just above his mouth. He met Grant’s gaze just as he began to suck the swollen head between his lips.

  “Fuck,” Grant groaned, his fingers spearing into Lane’s hair.

  And while Lane sucked Grant’s dick, allowing the man to fuck his face, Gracie proceeded to ride Lane’s cock for all she was worth. Overcome with pleasure, Lane had to fight to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss a moment as he watched Gracie’s gorgeous tits bounce freely while she impaled herself on his cock.

  Any other time, this would’ve seemed like run-of-the-mill, incredible sex. But there was something deeper, something vastly more emotional than before. He contributed that underlying intensity to the fact that they were finally opening up to one another. On every level.

  “Lane, that’s too good,” Grant moaned, but then Gracie stilled as she leaned forward, her mouth meeting Lane’s around Grant’s thick shaft. When Gracie took over, sucking Grant’s cock into the furnace of her mouth, Lane twisted his head and laved Grant’s balls with a long, slow slide of his tongue while bucking his hips upward, driving himself into Gracie.

  And for the first time in a very long time, Lane wasn’t hovering on the brink. No, he wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible.

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  The glorious friction of Gracie’s tongue along the underside of Grant’s shaft had stars dancing behind his eyelids. The only thing keeping him from racing to the finish line was the smoldering heat of Lane’s mouth wrapped around his balls. He couldn’t focus on just one because both sensations were battling for supremacy, and for the life of him, Grant didn’t know which one was better.

  He would’ve taken several more minutes to compare the two, but Lane was using his big hand to force Grant to move, and before he knew it, Grant was straddling Lane’s head, facing Gracie as she sat up, still impaled on Lane’s cock. Taking the opportunity presented to him, Grant leaned in and planted his lips on Gracie’s, gripping the back of her head as he pulled her to him. Their tongues dueled, and Grant was caught up in the moment, content just to kiss her when the heat of Lane’s tongue slid between his ass cheeks.

  “Fuck,” Grant cried into Gracie’s mouth, pulling away from her, doing his best not to fall over while Lane tongue-fucked his ass, gripping his thighs firmly.

  The smile on Gracie’s face was one of pur
e and profound pleasure. She continued to rock gently on Lane’s cock while reaching for Grant’s, stroking him firmly. And now there were new sensations warring against one another: the soft, smooth stroke of Gracie’s hand on his dick, while the insistent press of Lane’s tongue against his asshole had him aching for something more.

  And then there was more.

  “Oh, damn,” Grant groaned as Lane slid two fingers into him.

  He had no idea how Lane could handle the sheer ecstasy of Gracie grinding herself on his cock, but somehow the man managed, and Grant was reaping the benefits.

  But he needed more.

  Grant shifted onto one knee, planting his other foot on the bed so that he was wide open to Lane beneath him, his hand joining Gracie’s as he stroked his own cock.

  “Fuck me harder,” Grant begged Lane.

  Noticing that Gracie’s attention was focused between his legs and the man who was penetrating him with two fingers, Grant covered her hand with his and began stroking himself firmly. He didn’t slow down, encouraged by the way Gracie was watching the scene before her. Lane added another finger, and Grant knew he was getting close.

  “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.

  Chapter Eighteen

  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 whi
spered 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.