Boots Optional

by Nicole Edwards

  Gracie’s eyebrows shot up and Grant lifted his head to meet her mouth before she could say anything. She tasted sweet and spicy, and Grant loved the feel of her warm, smooth skin against his hands. He trailed them over her back, down over her flawless rounded ass until he landed on her smooth, silky thighs. He worked his way back up, but Gracie lifted her hips and he realized what she was requesting.

  With ease, he slid his hands between them and quickly unhooked the button on her shorts. She was naked from the waist up, but Lane was already working on getting her all the way there. The man had shed his own clothes in record time too and was working to slide her shorts down her hips.

  Grant repositioned when Gracie did, holding her tightly against him when Lane relieved her of her shorts. Grant locked his lips with hers, his hands finding her pert breasts as she moaned into his mouth. She was hot and sweet, her soft skin pressed against him everywhere.

  Heaven.

  When the bed dipped from Lane’s weight, Grant moved again, offering him as much room as possible. In doing so, Gracie turned, meeting Lane’s mouth with her own while Grant trailed his lips down her neck, inhaling the sweet sexy scent of her skin as he left a trail heading south.

  With Lane perched beside them, they were a jumble of hands and mouths as they trailed kisses along Gracie’s sexy little body, and Grant had to wonder whether Lane was having as difficult a time restraining himself as he was. God, she made him ache for her. And it didn’t help that Lane, in all of his naked glory, was brushing up against him, their legs scraping against one another, Lane’s hands drifting lazily over his skin every so often.

  “Don’t move,” Lane demanded, his head lifting enough that their eyes met.

  Grant didn’t have to wonder who he was talking to because his dark gaze was locked on Grant’s face.

  It was then that Lane disappeared, but he didn’t go far. Grant couldn’t see him because Gracie was still on top of him, her thighs gripping his hips as he fondled her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Does it feel good?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she said on a sigh.

  When he pulled her up his body so that he could reach her breast with his mouth, Grant thought for a brief second that he was going to lose it. Lane’s hands rested on his thighs, and Grant waited for what would come next.

  “Yes!” Gracie moaned loudly, her head falling back, her chest thrusting forward. Grant took advantage of the opportunity, sucking her nipple into his mouth while his hands roamed down her back to her ass. On instinct, he gripped her soft flesh, pulling her butt cheeks apart to give Lane a better view of what he imagined was the sweetest pussy they’d ever know.

  “Fuck. You’re wet, baby,” Lane growled from the end of the bed. “So wet.”

  Grant was suddenly jealous that he wasn’t able to see what Lane was doing. As it was, he could feel Lane’s hand every so often along the hard ridge of his cock. But the man didn’t stop to play with him; he simply continued to torment Gracie while he gave them a play by play.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re tight. Do you like that? Oh, yeah. Two fingers.”

  “Oh, God,” Gracie cried out. “Don’t stop, Lane. Oh, don’t stop.”

  “Aww, damn. You like to be finger fucked, don’t you, baby? Do you want to come for us?”

  “Yes, yes. God, yes.”

  Gracie was thrusting back against Lane, and Grant had no choice but to release her breast while he watched her. She was perched above him; her head tipped back, the smooth column of her neck made his mouth water with the need to taste her there. Her neck was sensitive; he’d already realized that the last time they’d been here.

  “I’ve gotta taste you,” Lane said, but Grant doubted Gracie heard him. Her body thrashed against him, and when Lane leaned forward, his weight pressing against Grant’s thighs, Grant was surprised she didn’t come up off the bed.

  “Fuck,” Grant groaned. Yeah, he hadn’t thought this all the way through. If he didn’t get a grip on himself, he was going to end this – at least his part in this – before it ever got started.

  And that would be a total shame.

  Because now Lane’s mouth was on his cock and he wasn’t shy about it either.

  And just like the last time, his wicked tongue sent Grant spiraling into orbit.

  “Fuck, oh, fuck,” he mumbled over and over, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure accosted him.

  Gracie shifted off him, leaving Grant free to look down the length of his body to see Lane bent down between Grant’s legs. His cock was deep in Lane’s blissfully hot mouth and he was scared he was going to come before he was ready.

  “So good,” he growled, reaching down to grab hold of Lane’s hair. “Don’t make me come, dammit.”

  “You taste good,” Lane told him when he let Grant slip from his mouth. But then, thankfully, Lane’s attention was diverted to Gracie, which gave Grant a moment to breathe. A moment to rein himself in.

  “Come here, baby. I want to taste you now.”

  Grant assisted by reaching for Gracie, pulling her on top of him again, but this time he had her on her back above him.

  “Fuck yes,” Lane groaned. “This is like fucking heaven.”

  And that was the moment Grant learned exactly what Lane meant.

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  Lane was pretty sure he’d died and gone to heaven. The only thing that could’ve possibly been better would’ve been if they were on a beach somewhere. Then again, the sand wouldn’t have been conducive for what he had planned, so no… Nothing could’ve been better than this.

  With Gracie sprawled on top of Grant, Lane had a smorgasbord laid out in front of him, and he found his hands were shaking with the need that coursed through his veins. Forcing Grant’s legs farther apart, Lane crawled up onto the bed once again, trying to get comfortable. As he leaned forward, he brushed his fingers through the soft curls between Gracie’s legs before separating her pussy lips and exposing her to his gaze. Her body tensed slightly as she tried to get closer to his mouth.

  Huffing out a laugh, Lane leaned in and slid his tongue through her soft, wet folds. He lapped at her gently, slowly, unwilling to rush because he’d been waiting for this moment for as long as he could remember. Shifting, he managed to free one hand, using one to hold her lips open as he teased her clit and the other to stroke Grant’s heavily veined cock. He was silky-smooth between his fingers.

  “Lane,” Gracie moaned. “More. I need more.”

  Lane obliged, thrusting his tongue into her pussy while he continued to stroke Grant slowly. He worked them both while his own need blossomed into a full-blown wildfire burning inside of him. He wanted to thrust himself inside of Gracie. At the same time, he wanted to feel Grant’s big cock in his ass.

  Oh, fuck. If he kept up that cerebral visual aid, he was going to come without either of them touching him.

  The next thing he knew, Gracie was sitting up, pulling him by the hair and they were moving. He didn’t have time to object – not that he would have – before he found himself on his back, this time Grant between his thighs, sucking his cock deep in his mouth in an abrupt move that stole the air from Lane’s lungs.

  “Fuck!” Lane roared, but the sound was muffled when Gracie crushed her mouth to his. He did the only thing he knew to do; he reached for her. His hands had a mind of their own as he felt her up, everywhere. The kiss detonated, and he quite literally saw stars as Grant’s wicked mouth pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

  When it became too much, Lane broke the kiss, looking up at Gracie. “Sit on my face, baby.”

  She looked at him sideways, but then he grabbed her waist, urging her up his body until – thank you, God – she was straddling his head. In order to keep his focus off the mind blowing blowjob that Grant was giving him, Lane shoved his face between Gracie’s thighs and lapped her cunt like a starving man.

  There was a brief reprieve while Lane focused all of his attentio
n on eating Gracie’s pussy, but then Grant threw him for a loop when he buried his finger into Lane’s ass. Lane dug his head into the bed as he cried out, the sensation so fucking good, he was scared he came without even realizing it.

  “You like that?” Grant asked, his deep voice sliding over him, pulling him back from the brink momentarily.

  He realized Gracie had moved and she was no longer perched above him, obstructing his view of the man who was now finger fucking his ass. Another finger joined the first and Lane bent his knees, encouraging Grant to go deeper while he reached for Gracie, needing to touch her still. “Fuck me,” he begged. “Oh, hell, Grant. Fuck me hard.”

  “I plan to,” Grant told him but the blissful friction of his fingers in his ass disappeared far too soon.

  Lane fought to catch his breath as he watched Grant move across the room. He was reaching for his jeans and Lane thought for a second that he was going to die. If Grant left, he’d lose it.

  But Grant wasn’t leaving. He tossed something toward Gracie, who caught it with a laugh. And then she was between his legs, working a condom over his throbbing shaft while Grant suited up.

  Once they were all three properly protected, Gracie crawled over Lane. When she leaned forward, he wrapped his arms around her and flipped their positions so that she was on her back and he was above her.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he mumbled in a faint whisper, fearful that he was about to say too much. “So long, Gracie.”

  “You’ve got me,” she told him. “You’ve got us both.”

  Yes, he did. And he wasn’t even going to try to figure out when he’d become the luckiest bastard in the world because right now he was in possession of the title and he fully intended to be the reigning champ for all of eternity.

  At least he hoped.

  Lane eased himself between Gracie’s legs until his cock lined up with the heated entrance to her pussy. The urgency that rolled through him damn near had him slamming into her. But at the last possible second, he remembered who he was with. He wanted to be gentle with her. To take it slow. To savor the moment.

  “Fuck me, Lane,” Gracie bit out as her hips drove upward, forcing him to sink inside of her.

  “Oh, hell,” he growled as her heat engulfed him. He stilled inside of her as he slid farther, deeper.

  “Yes,” she hissed. “You feel so good.”

  When he was lodged to the hilt inside of her, the bed dipped behind him and that familiar tingle started at the base of his spine. He bit his bottom lip – hard – in an attempt to stave off his release. He knew what was coming and couldn’t wait much longer. He was so amped up; just the thought of Grant was threatening to send him into oblivion.

  Something cool ran down the crack of his ass and he peered over his shoulder to see Grant with a small packet of lube. Where the hell had that come from?

  “Optimism, baby. I’ve always been optimistic,” Grant said as though he’d read Lane’s mind. Or maybe Lane had said the words aloud. He didn’t know. Didn’t care.

  Because that was when the world tilted on its axis as Grant slid into his body. Lane held his breath as he pushed back slightly, forcing Grant deeper.

  Gracie’s legs came up and wrapped around his hips, holding him to her and that was a good thing because Lane was suddenly overwhelmed with so much pleasure, he couldn’t get his body to move.

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  Grace felt herself slipping, falling deeper into the moment with these two men. This was incredible and unbelievable all at the same time. She was being pressed into the mattress beneath Lane’s big body while Grant was folded over Lane, forcing Lane deeper inside of her.

  “Please move,” she moaned, wanting to feel the glorious friction that she’d felt when Lane first entered her. “I need to feel you.”

  Lane stared back at her. He seemed dazed, although he still donned that Oscar worthy smile.

  But he didn’t move.

  She peered over Lane’s shoulder, her eyes meeting Grant’s. He smiled back at her, although it seemed a little strained. She realized he was hanging on the same way she was – by his fingernails.

  “Please,” she whispered to him and then suddenly there was movement.

  Glorious, amazing, wonderful friction ignited her nerve endings, lighting her up from the inside out as she held onto Lane. Grant’s hands were circling her ankles and the idea that they were both touching her, both making love to her at the exact same time sent her plummeting over the edge without warning. She cried out as her body spasmed out of control, eliciting a tortured growl from Lane.

  “Oh, damn. Gracie, baby…” Lane’s lips found hers, and Grace held on for dear life as both men began to move. She didn’t know how they did it, not sure how they found a rhythm that would work for all of them, but they did.

  “I want you to come again,” Grant told her, his eyes locked with hers when Lane pulled back, the muscles in Lane’s arms straining to hold himself above her.

  “Yes,” she agreed. She wanted that, too.

  An explosion of movement had her gripping the comforter, trying to hold herself in place as Lane rocked into her while Grant slammed into him from behind. It was… perfect.

  And then, yes, once again she was spiraling. There wasn’t anything sweet about her orgasm. It took root and exploded, magnificent, resplendent sensation tore through her, shot out through her fingertips and her toes as she came in a rush.

  Above her, Lane stilled, his face taut, his eyes pinning her in place before they closed.

  “Oh, fuck yes, Gracie. Grant,” he growled, and Grace felt him pulse inside of her.

  “Yes, that’s it. Come for me,” Grant chanted, and then he was coming violently; his beautiful body hovering above them, his chest slick from sweat, his dark hair mussed and his eyes boring into her. “God, yes.”

  At that moment, Grace was almost positive that Grant mouthed the words I love you. She wasn’t absolutely positive, but it was enough to send another tremor through her.

  Chapter Eight

  The following morning, after he had managed to pry himself out of bed, Grant had dressed quickly and quietly and headed for the main house. Breakfast. That’s what he was in search of. Enough to take back to Gracie’s for the three of them.

  The three of them.

  A warmth spread through Grant’s chest as he opened the screen door and slipped into the cool, open breakfast room that held a variety of items for the guests and employees.

  He’d spent the night entwined with Lane and Gracie after the three of them had shared a quick shower in Gracie’s miniscule bathroom, a peace unlike anything he’d ever known engulfing him every moment that he was with them both. When they’d turned to one another in the dim room somewhere close to dawn, he’d been overwhelmed with so much emotion, he was surprised he’d been able to do anything.

  But he had. This time he’d been the one to slide into Gracie ever so slowly while she wrapped herself around him. Lane had curled up against them, forgoing intercourse in exchange for watching them. Grant had clutched Lane’s hand, holding on while he made love to Gracie slowly. It had been powerful.

  And although Grant had mouthed the words he wanted to shout to the universe, he hadn’t heard them in return. But as much as he wanted to hear them, he knew that Gracie and Lane both felt something. Something more than just pleasure for the sake of pleasure.

  “What’s up, cowboy?”

  Grant glanced over to see Mercy standing beside him as he piled pastries onto a paper plate.

  “Hungry this morning, huh?”

  He didn’t answer her. He couldn’t.

  “It’s cool, you know. It’s been a long time coming.”

  Grant turned to face her, trying to pretend he had no idea what she was talking about. A quick survey of the room told him they were far enough away that no one had overheard her. Not that anyone would know what she was talking about anyway.

  “Just don’t hurt her,” Mercy paused, reached
for a muffin before meeting his gaze once again, “Or him.”

  Grant swallowed hard. How the hell… Was it that fucking obvious?

  He didn’t get a chance to ask Mercy that question because she turned and sauntered away, saying good morning to the handful of guests who’d trickled in before the sun was fully up in the sky.

  Scared that someone else was going to question him and ultimately know that he’d spent the night with Lane and Gracie, Grant took the plate and made a beeline for the back door.

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  Grace woke up with a warm body snuggled up against her back. She didn’t move immediately, instead opened her eyes and looked at the door that led to the living room.

  She knew where she was. And she knew who was there. Through the night, she’d become familiar enough with both Lane and Grant that she could tell the difference in their touch. It was strange, but oddly comforting at the same time.

  Oh, yes, she knew without a doubt that she was hopelessly in love with both men. Over the moon. But that hadn’t stopped the fear from taking control of her mind. What were people going to think? This was her family’s ranch. Lane and Grant worked for her father. And her father had made a point over the years to warn the cowboys away from his daughters repeatedly.

  Not that the cowboys listened. Grace happened to know for a fact that each of her sisters had been intimately involved with at least one man who worked on the ranch at some point. And now, she knew that there were a couple of cowboys sniffing around her sisters again.

  As she lay there, her hands resting on Lane’s arm that was wrapped around her, she looked up to see Grant now standing in the doorway. She hadn’t even realized he was gone, but yes, there he was in all of his handsome glory. He looked… sad.

  “What’s the matter?” she whispered, hoping not to wake Lane.

  Too late.

  He stirred behind her, his arm pulling her closer to him while he lifted his head from the pillow they were sharing. “You okay?” he asked Grant.