Satisfied she had achieved the desired effect, she opened the bedroom door and called down, “I’m ready! Would you like to come up, or should I make an entrance on the stairs?”
Soft masculine laughter echoed at the bottom of the stairs. “Make an entrance, baby,” Adam called in his deep sexy voice.
Grace tiptoed to the landing and stepped down the stairs. The hem of the dress draped prettily behind her, exposing the silver sandals.
She heard a soft whistle when her sexily-clad feet came into view. With a seductive smile, she moved slowly, knowing the skirt of the dress was now in view, softly revealing the curves of her thighs and her hips, which were greeted by a soft growl. Definitely Adam, she thought and felt a tingly shiver. A softly muttered oath could be heard as her corset-clad torso and upper body came into view until she was completely visible on the first landing, standing in the light.
Jack and Adam stood in the living room, gazing at her with intense expressions, drinking her in. Grace took a few more steps down the stairs until she reached the bottom landing. She stood at the bottom of the stairs as they both approached her. Releasing the banister, Grace stepped toward them, and turned slowly so they could see the outfit from all sides, knowing they’d enjoy the effect of the fabric softly clinging to her curves from all angles.
They each took a hand and kissed her knuckles. Jack spoke after a quick glance at Adam. “Darlin’, words fail me. You are a vision,” he murmured, looking her over hungrily.
“Baby, you dazzle me,” Adam said softly. Neither of them said anything else, just silently looked her over, adoration shining in their eyes.
“So, you think it will do for the wedding?” Grace took their hands, drew them in, and kissed them both. She smiled as they both stroked their hands over her hips and waist.
“There’s a little something extra under this dress, isn’t there, baby?” Adam stated appreciatively.
“June sends her regards, Adam,” Grace said with soft laughter as Adam grinned devilishly and traced one of the bones on the corset. The back of his hand grazed the side of her breast.
“Darlin’? You gonna model that for us, as well?” Jack asked softly while playfully nuzzling her throat.
“Mmm-hmm, just give me a minute to get upstairs and out of my dress.” She backed away from them and removed the clip from her hair, shaking the wild blonde curls loose. With a crooked little grin, she inched back to the stairs. Jack and Adam glanced at each other.
“Grace wants to be chased, I think,” Adam remarked in his sexy, deep voice and moved slowly toward her.
“I think you’re right, buddy. What do you say we oblige her?” Jack made a sudden move for the stairs, where she’d paused on the bottom step. Grace screeched, gathered up her skirt, and ran up the steps, giggling loudly as they pounded the stairs behind her. A bone-deep thrill raced through her body as they chased her, and adrenaline gave her feet wings.
She stopped suddenly at the bedroom door and faced them, one hand upraised. They paused at the landing. “Tear this dress, and Rachel and Maudie will be furious with me,” she said in warning.
Her pussy swelled and ached with need. Her juices dampened the midnight-blue silk and lace of her G-string, and because she wanted it off so badly, she reminded herself not to tear the gown when she removed it.
She crooked her finger, and Adam followed her into the closet while Jack texted Ethan. Adam caught her from behind in the big walk-in closet. He kissed her and growled softly when he groped her ass playfully and found the garters attached to her stockings. Adam loved her in garters and stockings. He pulled the tab on the zipper for her. Turning and smiling seductively as she peeled the sleeves and bodice of the dress off, Grace slowly revealed the sheer lace and silk of her undergarments. She lowered the dress over her hips, turned, and presented him with a full view of her bare ass as she stepped from it then pivoted to face him again. Adam’s reaction delighted her as he stood there ogling her. Then with a muffled curse, he backed from the closet.
“Damn! That good?” Jack said from the bedroom.
Adam looked over at Jack and said, “I’m never gonna get tired of the way Grace surprises us. Get a load of this.” He gestured at Grace as she slowly sauntered to the closet door and leaned against it, striking what she hoped was her sexiest pose. From the looks in their eyes, she’d succeeded.
“Damn, darlin’, what’s the fastest way out of that?” Jack asked, smiling at her in the latest addition to her growing lingerie collection.
“Why?” she asked, feeling sassy. “You don’t like it? I haven’t even properly modeled it for you. Yet.”
“Model it, hell. I’m more in the mood for another striptease!” Adam said with a sexy chuckle.
With a grin, Grace softly said, “That’s exactly what I had in mind. I love the way you think, Adam. Go sit down, big boys, and let me show you a thing or two…or three,” she murmured. She gave them her best sexy saunter as she stepped into the bedroom while they sat in overstuffed chairs by the lit fireplace.
The soft warmth from the flames caressed her thighs as she followed them to the sitting area. Grace caught a glimpse of herself in one of the standing mirrors as she passed it. The glimpse made her smile and increased her confidence even more as the men sat down and gave her their undivided attention.
Turning slowly for them, Grace looked seductively over her shoulder, smiling as she watched their warm eyes roam over her indecently clad form. She slid her hands over her hips and the tops of her thighs before sliding them back over her ass cheeks. She grinned mischievously when Adam’s hands tightened into fists. The men eased back into their chairs as she approached and placed a beautifully shod foot on Jack’s knee.
“Jack, honey, could you help me with my sandal please?” she asked softly.
He obliged her, and then she switched and let him remove the other, as well, while she winked at Adam. Grace unhooked the garters that connected the corset to her stockings one at a time, smiling as their eyes closely watched her slow, teasing movements.
She caressed his cheek as Jack handed her the sandals. Laying them aside, she turned to Adam and said, “Adam, would you help me with all these little hooks?”
Grace raised one arm so he could see the hooks closing the side of the corset, and rested her hand on the back of her neck. Her other hand held the front of the corset to her as it came loose quickly in his hands. She moved away momentarily to lay it aside, turned back to them, and revealed her little surprise.
She wore a silver nipple and belly chain that was made from the same silver wire and crystals as on the clit clip she’d surprised them with right before their wedding. The nipple dangles were connected by a draping silver chain. Both the men leaned forward, pleased approval in their features.
Grace came close enough for them to reach out and touch her. Jack lifted one of the dangles, grazing her nipple lightly, and smiled at her soft intake of breath. Adam grinned and reached for the silver chain that draped between her breasts. He gently hooked it with his finger and tugged down a bit then set it to swinging. She gasped and felt her pussy flood with wet warmth as his hand slid down the extender to the silver length that was secured around her waist. He must have noticed that the end hung down until it rested inside her G-string. She whimpered as Jack’s finger gently traced it down over the blue silk, finally ending against her clit. She saw him glance at Adam.
Adam stood and moved behind her. Her eyes slid closed, and she moaned softly at the sensation of his warmth. She opened her eyes, remembering she was supposed to be giving them the show. Grace smiled teasingly at Jack, still in his chair, and carefully placed a stockinged foot on the chair between his legs.
“Jack, could you help me with my stockings?”
Adams warm, soft lips slid over her shoulder, and he kissed his way up the side of her throat. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes at the dual sensation of his warm lips combined with Jack’s gentle hands as he slid the stocking over her knee and
down her calf. Jack helped her switch to the other foot and removed the other one.
One of Adams hands slid over her shoulder to her breast and tenderly stroked the weighted chain that dangled there, and she moaned again. His other hand stroked down over the extender, sliding all the way to the top edge of her now damp G-string. Engulfed in all the wonderful sensations, Grace left her eyes closed and allowed her men to take over.
Jack’s hands smoothed slowly up her thighs and slid under the elastic waistband then gently drew down the scrap of silk. He leaned forward to tenderly kiss the juncture of her hip and thigh as he slipped the G-string from her legs. Adam’s fingers slid down to her wet slit, where the chain dipped in, disappearing between her lips below the narrow strip of blonde curls but he did not seek entry, yet.
“Grace loves playin’ hide and seek,” Jack commented with a smile. He gazed up at her and caught Adam’s attention and nodded.
“Good thing we love hide and seek, too, isn’t it, Jack?” Adam asked conversationally as his hands slid to the backs of her thighs and he moved in closely behind her. She realized at some point he’d removed his shirt because she could now feel his hot, bare chest against her back. “Baby, why don’t you put your pretty little foot on the arm of Jack’s chair?”
Grace’s breathing turned to panting as she did as he asked. She leaned against Adam and tentatively lifted her other foot. Adam grasped the backs of her thighs and leaned her against his naked torso as she placed that foot on the other arm, both knees bent so that she was spread, warm and wet before Jack, open to him. She slid her hands over Adam’s strong hard-muscled shoulders, turning to his kiss as she tilted her head back.
“Darlin’, you’re so beautiful tonight. With your pretty little pussy spread open like this. Your scent is making my mouth water. I think I’d like a taste. Wonder what I’ll find.” Jack smiled at her whimper and leaned forward in the chair.
“Mmm, she sounds ready, Jack. I’m anxious to see what she’s got hidden. Why don’t you take a taste and find out?” Adam murmured huskily.
Jack’s hands slid along her inner thighs, moving slowly toward the spot she most wanted to feel their touch but hadn’t yet. Her body felt like it was vibrating with the power of the arousal they inspired in her. Using his index fingers, he gently opened her outer lips, humming in pleasure at what he found there. Grace answered with a moan. Her back arched at his gentle touch, parting her inner lips a little more.
Carefully, Adam spread her thighs for Jack so that he had better access, holding her gently but securely. “Do you love that Jack can see all of you, Grace? I’ll bet your little pussy is on fire to be touched right now, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yes!” Her body trembled in his loving grasp. Her clit throbbed where it was trapped in the clip, and the feel of Jack’s gentle, questing fingers was bringing her close to the edge.
Jack kissed a path along her inner thigh to the trembling, wet flesh that lay beyond, eager for his touch. Her back arched reflexively when he slid the tip of his tongue into her opening, before he dragged it over her inner lips, lifting the heavy bead from its little damp nest between them. The movement of the bead tugged slightly at her clit, which was even more sensitive because the silver chain had been gently rubbing over it with her movements since she’d first put it on.
“Oh! Oh, Jack! I’m…Oh!” she yelled as he licked her clit over and over with the same gentle rhythm, giving her this orgasm fast and sweet as she cried out. She slipped right over the edge for him.
“Jack! Adam! Oh, I’m coming!” she wailed as the orgasm washed over her in a rushing tide. She panted heavily, her cheeks heating as she gazed down into his ocean-blue eyes, eyes that now reminded her of the waters around Grand CaymanIsland, where they’d spent their honeymoon.
“Did you like that, darlin’?”
Sighing, still catching her breath, she murmured, “You know I did, Jack. I guess you won hide and seek.” She turned her head to smile up at Adam. “I love to play with you. Want to play some more hide and seek?” She caressed Adam’s jaw as she turned back to Jack. “This time you get to hide something.”
Chapter Thirty-three
Eli stood in the foyer of The Dancing Pony, talking with Ethan, when Rachel walked in the door. Ethan saw her first and smiled, drawing Eli’s attention to her. Eli looked up and sighed, drinking in the beautiful sight of her. Rachel was dressed simply in a snug long-sleeved black T-shirt and jeans and with high-heeled boots. She snuggled into his arms as he hugged her and all notions of simple went out the window.
Whatever the hell she had on under that top was anything but simple. It thrust her breasts up so her cleavage tempted him from the low-cut top and made him wish he could cup their lush, fragrant fullness in his hands right that moment. Her hair was pinned up loosely, and she was wearing large silver hoop earrings. Rachel smiled suggestively at him, evidently enjoying the appreciative once-over she was getting. Ethan greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, complimented her appearance, and excused himself. Rachel tilted her head up for a kiss from Eli. When she came up for air, she laughed because Mike and Rogelio were standing there dumbfounded.
Eli murmured, “Hey, beautiful, what do you have on under this T-shirt? Whatever it is, it feels sexy and naughty as hell.”
“It’s a little something I wore just for you,” she replied softly in his ear before licking his earlobe with the tip of her tongue. The soft, warm touch sent shivers shooting down his spine straight to his cock. “I’ll show you later.”
“I can’t fucking wait.” He brushed his instant erection against her abdomen as he pressed her to him.
“Me, either.” She smiled up at him seductively and then looked over at Mike and Rogelio, who couldn’t hear them over the music.
“Okay, hot girl, who are you? And what have you done with my young, innocent friend Rachel?” Mike asked, hands on his hips. Behind him, Rogelio rolled his eyes. Where Rachel was concerned, Mike tended to be a cross between an old spinster aunt and an obnoxious pit-bull…with tattoos.
Rogelio tapped him on the back of the head and spoke up for him. “I think Mike is trying to say you look beautiful tonight, Rachel. How is your arm doing?”
She patted her T-shirt-covered cast and said, “Oh, it’s fine, Rogelio. My cast comes off next Wednesday afternoon. How are things tonight?”
“Not too bad,” Rogelio replied. “I think Eli is due for a break if you’d like to go dance together.”
“Thank you, Rogelio. I’d love to, if you don’t mind.” Linking her arm in Eli’s, Rachel said, “By the way, how is Christina doing?”
“Oh, she’s as sweet as ever.”
“You ask her to marry you yet?”
He laughed. “You know I want to get my house built first. I want to be able to give her something besides a little travel trailer to live in. I’ll be ready to start building next spring. I heard you set a date.” The Lopez’s pastor had called Eli while the girls were out shopping that afternoon and confirmed the date with him.
“Yes! The fifteenth of December. Make sure and tell Christina I want her to come, too. Tell her it would make me happy if she was there,” she said as she squeezed Eli’s hand.
“Will do. Now you go dance.” Rogelio grinned, patted her hand, and winked at Eli.
Rachel kissed Rogelio’s cheek and made him blush. Eli drew her to him and led her to the dance floor. The club was busy, the music thumping loudly, and the dance floor was full as he pulled her to him.
“Who’s that man Ethan is with?” Rachel asked, gesturing over to the table by the dance floor where Ethan and a friend sat talking. “He looks familiar, like he’s been in here before, but I can’t place him.”
“He’s a friend of Ethan’s from Morehead. It’s been a while since he’s been in.”
The man glanced up from his conversation and caught Eli’s eye. She quickly turned to Eli, snuggling to his chest as they danced together.
“Interesting guy, huh?” Eli looked down at he
r, stroking his fingers along her spine, feeling what was underneath the soft T-shirt. He grinned when he felt her soft, trembling shudder as she reacted to his touch.
“I suppose. Not as interesting as you, though, Eli.”
He growled softly. “I’m glad to hear it. He keeps looking at you.”
* * * *
“Then turn me so he can’t see me,” she said, clinging to Eli.
For some reason, she felt mildly intimidated by the man. He wasn’t nearly as big as Eli, or as strong looking, but something about him made her feel vulnerable. Not weak as much as exposed. As if he could hear her thoughts. The man was dressed informally in jeans, T-shirt, and boots but had a distinguished air about him. Formidable and mysterious but also elegant despite his casual dress. His jet-black hair was short, but not too short, and slicked back, revealing a strong regal profile.
“He seems to have an interesting effect on women, at least some. Kerry, his waitress, is usually bubbly and talkative, kidding around with everybody, having a good time while she works. She gets quiet like that when she waits on him. Not like she’s scared of him or anything, more like she’s showing him deference. She doesn’t look him in the eye unless he speaks and looks directly at her, and she fills his orders fast.”
“Do you think she knows him outside of the club?”
“Probably. He asked if she was working tonight. She reacted the moment she saw him and went right to him without being asked to serve him. I’d be willing to bet they know each other well.”
“He’s talking to her.”
“Yeah, watch her face,” Eli whispered.
Rachel watched as Kerry returned with a drink for him, and the man spoke in a soft voice that Kerry had to draw near to hear. Her demeanor was almost reverent. As she carefully held her tray, her posture was alert, not servile at all, and her face seemed to glow with quiet contentment.
“Look.”
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