Not that Lane was giving them an opportunity. What better way to distract than by using sex? Now that he thought about it, there wasn’t a better way, actually.
As he leaned over Gracie, watching her face contort into various expressions of pleasure, Lane continued to fuck her with two fingers, savoring the erotic moans she made as she writhed in front of him. When she pinned him with those intense turquoise eyes, he smiled back. That earned him a grin in return, but he knew what Gracie would’ve said if he hadn’t pressed his fingers deep, twisting just enough to…
“Oh, fuck!” Gracie screamed, her head tilting back as her body bowed tight. “I’m coming!”
Yep, that was the plan.
Not that Lane was at all done with her. That was just the beginning.
While she tried to catch her breath, Lane slipped his fingers from inside her, gliding them through her slick folds before leaning forward and pressing the digits to Grant’s lips.
“Taste her,” Lane commanded, his eyes locked with Grant’s.
Grant slid his tongue over the tips of Lane’s fingers, his eyes closing as he sucked them into his mouth. The motion reminded Lane of when he’d been on his knees in the shower, Grant’s dick pumping in and out of his mouth.
He groaned, unable to help himself.
Not wanting to leave Gracie waiting, Lane reclaimed his fingers from Grant’s mouth and returned his focus between her legs, leaning down and pressing his lips to her clit. Before she could even think about getting away from him, Lane pinned her thighs down and tormented her with firm strokes of his tongue. It wasn’t long before her fingers were digging into his scalp and she was trying to thrust her hips forward against his eager mouth.
“You’re so damn sexy, Gracie,” Grant said on a throaty groan.
Lane saw Grant lean over, one big hand cupping Gracie’s gorgeous tit as he groped her slowly, making her whimper. Rather than risk her falling off the counter with her thrashing, Lane drew back, pulling her hips until her ass was barely hanging on the edge of the counter. Grant, ever the perceptive one, knew what Lane had in mind because he was helping Gracie to sit up as Lane was pulling her back into his arms.
“Where’re we goin’?” Gracie asked, resting her forehead against Lane’s, her legs wrapped around his waist, his aching dick crushed between their bodies.
“Bedroom,” Lane replied gruffly. He was hanging on by a thread, ready and eager to bury himself inside this woman.
“Good plan,” she answered.
“I thought you’d like that.”
When Lane made it to Grant’s bedroom, he closed the gap between the door and the bed in less than three steps and then tossed Gracie back onto the mattress, making her giggle.
Grant wasn’t far behind, but before Grant could get on the bed with Gracie, Lane turned, pulling the man flush against him. With blinding speed, he cupped the back of Grant’s head and drew him close, crushing their mouths together as he slid his tongue past the seam of Grant’s lips.
A deep groan escaped — from whom, Lane wasn’t sure — but the sound charged the air in the room, making him all the more desperate to get on with it. Reluctantly, he pulled back from Grant, using his thumb to brush along Grant’s bottom lip as he watched him. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of you,” he whispered.
Grant’s eyes flared, sending a torrent of heat coursing through Lane. He loved catching the man off guard, as he had just then.
“Uh, hello? Remember me? Cowgirl waiting here.”
Lane chuckled at Gracie’s outburst as he turned to face her.
“Trust me, love, no one could ever forget about you.”
Lane crawled onto the bed, situating himself between Gracie’s thighs as he stared down at her.
Before he could lean in for a kiss, she was holding out two condoms.
“What? Do you keep these on you at all times?” Lane laughed as he retrieved them from her and pushed back so that he was kneeling.
“Just being proactive.”
Grant joined them on the bed, but he didn’t reach for one of the condoms. Instead, he hauled Gracie to him, rolling them over until Grant was on his back and Gracie was lying atop him, their mouths uniting instantly.
Grant’s hand slipped into Gracie’s hair, tugging at the ponytail holder until he managed to free the long strands from the confining elastic. With a quick toss, he got rid of the holder, never breaking the kiss. Lane was content to watch while he donned the condom, enjoying the sight of his two lovers making out on the bed.
This was, without a doubt, the hottest relationship he’d ever been in. No matter what time of day it was, or if they’d just been together moments before, as was the case tonight, it was as though they couldn’t get enough of one another. And the proof was in the steel-hard erection he was now rubbing as he continued to admire Grant and Gracie.
“What’re you waitin’ for?” Gracie called over her shoulder as she peeked back at him.
Before Lane could answer, he made eye contact with Grant and, without a word being spoken, he knew what the other man was suggesting with a mere look.
Ho-o-o-oly fuck.
Glancing down at the second condom in his hand, Lane got to work, ripping the foil open before kneeling on the bed between Grant’s and Gracie’s legs. As his body temperature skyrocketed, he rolled the condom over Grant’s thick erection, not bothering to tease him in the process. There wasn’t time for that. Lane wasn’t sure he’d last if he were to drag this out any longer.
Just the thought of sliding into Gracie’s hot, tight…
“What are you doing?” Gracie asked, her voice a meager whisper when Grant reached between them and aligned his cock with Gracie’s entrance.
“Burying myself in your sweet pussy,” Grant answered simply.
Gracie moaned as Lane watched Grant penetrate her, the head of Grant’s cock disappearing inside her.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Lane said, surprised that the words had actually slipped out. He’d been thinking them but hadn’t actually meant to say them aloud. That’s what these two did to him, they made him lose track of what he was supposed to be doing.
“Lean on me,” Grant instructed Gracie, pulling her toward him until they were flush against one another. “Oh, hell, that feels good.”
Lane could imagine Gracie’s inner muscles locking around Grant’s dick, tightening, squeezing.
Oh, yeah.
“We want to take you at the same time,” Grant said, his mouth hovering alongside Gracie’s ear, his eyes locked with Lane’s.
Lane’s eyes darted to Gracie, trying to catch her reaction, waiting to see if she’d panic. They hadn’t done this before. No double penetration for them yet. And holy hell, he wasn’t sure they were going to get through this round, either, before his head fucking exploded off his body.
Gracie’s head rotated to the side, Lane’s eyes meeting her sidelong glance as she peered back at him over her shoulder. He could see the concern in her beautiful eyes, but that was masked by the heat he could feel radiating from her.
“I’m game,” she said, clearly her verbal permission for Lane to proceed.
And that was exactly what he needed.
“But you have to promise to be easy,” she tacked on, her voice not as steady as he would’ve liked.
“Always, baby,” he said reassuringly, leaning forward so that he could brush her mouth with his lips. “We’d never do anything to hurt you.”
Lane was pretty damn positive he was going to bite his tongue clean off because a few moments later, after fingering Gracie’s asshole with one finger, then two, his dick was aching with a desperation that surprised him. After gently prepping Gracie to take him, Lane lubed his cock and aligned with Gracie’s tiny puckered hole, doing his damnedest to restrain himself from lodging deep in her ass the way he usually did with Grant’s.
But he couldn’t. And he didn’t.
The amount of effort required to hold back should’ve earned him a prize, but
a short time later, Lane was sweating and panting as Gracie’s tight ass gripped him.
But he wasn’t the only one breathing hard.
Gracie was tense, her muscles locked as she rested between them.
“Relax, baby,” Lane muttered as he leaned forward, the head of his dick sliding past the tight ring of muscles in her ass. Lane slid his hand over her warm thigh, caressing her gently. Her skin was so soft, so smooth. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to the back of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. She smelled like lavender and vanilla.
“Easier said than done,” she said through clenched teeth.
Grant’s hand came up and slid into Gracie’s hair again as the man pulled her to him, the deafening silence replaced by the sound of mouths mating, tongues dueling. Lane remained motionless, his thigh muscles burning from the effort until Gracie began rocking on Grant’s cock, effectively taking Lane deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” Lane growled softly, gripping Gracie’s hip with one hand. “So fucking tight.”
Time passed slowly as Lane tried not to move, holding his breath until he felt Gracie’s body loosen, allowing her to impale herself on his dick.
“I need more,” Gracie pleaded, beginning to rock in earnest before Lane got his ass in gear.
Grant didn’t help Lane’s precarious state when he began thrusting up from beneath her. It was then that Lane feared he was going to lose it before he ever really got started; the pressure of Grant’s dick sliding against his own inside Gracie made Lane’s head spin.
Rather than be the one left behind, Lane slowly withdrew from Gracie’s ass, sliding back in slowly. He continued the painstaking pace, forcing them to slow down while he did.
“Oh, God, fuck me. Both of you!” Gracie screamed, her fingers digging into the comforter as she pressed against Grant’s chest. “Fuck me hard!”
Lane was hesitant, but that only lasted a few seconds before he was sliding out and back in, picking up his pace, feeling the iron-hard length of Grant’s erection against his dick, deep inside Gracie. The thought of them both filling her at the same time was nearly enough to send him spiraling out of control.
“Oh, yes,” Grant groaned. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight, darlin’. I can feel Lane. Feel his cock gliding against mine. So good.”
Lane ignored Grant’s rambling as he focused on bringing them all to the edge, fucking Gracie’s ass now with deep, hard thrusts, rocking her on Grant’s dick. He didn’t stop as sweat beaded on his forehead, his breaths soughing in and out of his lungs as though he’d just finished a strenuous workout.
“Don’t stop, Lane. Please don’t stop. Fuck me harder. Harder. Oh, God. I’m gonna come,” Gracie cried out.
And just as he expected, Gracie’s ass gripped him impossibly tight, milking his release from him without warning. As the pleasure accosted him, Lane only hoped that Grant was going to follow because Lane was at the point that Gracie was controlling his reaction, sending him barreling over the edge.
“Fuck yes!” Grant yelled.
Well, that answered that question. Grant came with a heavy groan, his legs stiffening as he rammed up into Gracie one final time.
Good thing, too, because Lane didn’t have the strength to do anything more than come.
Chapter Eleven
Grace wasn’t quite sure how she felt about what had just happened. Her body was battered from the brutal intrusions but in the most delicious way. Quite possibly, she had never come that hard in her entire life. As a tiny tremor ran through her body at the memories, Grace closed her eyes briefly.
Double penetration? It wasn’t something she had ever considered doing, yet in the heat of the moment, she’d wanted to be as close to Grant and Lane as she possibly could, and, well … part of her was on the fence about whether or not she enjoyed it; the other part was begging her to try again, because, well, hell, she was still reeling from the incredible feeling of having both men filling her.
Then again, just being with both of them, there wasn’t anything better than that.
“Are you okay?” Lane asked softly, pulling Grace closer to his warm body, nuzzling his face into her neck, the stubble on his jaw abrading her skin in the most sensual of ways.
Grace thought about Lane’s question, trying to figure out the best way to answer. Then it came to her. “Yeah, I’m … perfect,” she whispered honestly. “That was… That was amazing.” Placing her arm over his where he was holding her against him, Grace snuggled into his warmth, relishing the time they had together. She wished this was a more frequent thing, wished she could spend every single night with them.
Lane chuckled gruffly, the sound reverberating against her ear.
“What about Grant?” Grace asked. “Do you think he’s all right?”
“If you’re referring to the sex, I think he’s fantastic,” Lane offered.
Grace nudged him with her elbow. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”
There was no doubt in her mind that Grant had enjoyed what had just happened. But she was referring to his mood.
“I think he’s still having issues with his dad,” Lane said. “He needs to talk about it.”
“Did he say that?” Grace couldn’t see Grant as the type of guy to admit when he had something on his mind, let alone mention that he wanted to chat.
“Are you kidding? Grant? Open up? Not in this lifetime.”
As though they’d summoned him with their muffled conversation, Grant wandered back into the bedroom, still gloriously naked, his hair wet from the quick shower he’d taken.
“My turn,” Lane muttered, releasing Grace from the safety of his arms.
Grace looked up at Grant, who seemed to be studying the two of them. She couldn’t even begin to place the expression on his face. He looked a little out of sorts.
She offered him a smile and patted the bed, signaling for him to join her.
Thankfully, he didn’t hesitate before crawling into the big bed that was crammed into the small room. He wrenched the blankets up over them both as he nudged her onto her opposite side, snuggling up against her back, holding her close. Grace repositioned herself so that her head was resting on his bicep, sliding her foot between his legs behind her.
“Want to talk about it?” Grace asked softly, enjoying the feel of Grant’s body heat against her back, the warmth of his breath against her ear.
“Talk about what?” Grant responded quietly, just as she’d known he would.
“Don’t play dumb with me, cowboy. I know something happened with your dad this week.”
Grant sighed deeply, but he didn’t respond.
The creak and thump of the pipes from the shower turning on were the only sounds filtering through the dark bedroom, aside from Grant’s even breathing.
“I went to see my dad on Monday,” Grant finally said, making Grace’s heart leap with joy. Not because he’d gone to see his father but because he was opening up to her.
She knew that his father was the reason Grant had been avoiding everyone for the last couple of days. Try as she might, Grace hadn’t been able to spend enough time with Grant to dig into the details until tonight. However, from what she’d heard, she knew that Grant’s brief escape from the ranch hadn’t gone well. There weren’t many occasions when he took time off to do personal things, so when she had heard that he’d skipped out for a couple of hours, she’d known it had to be important.
“Everything okay with him?” she asked, encouraging him to keep talking.
The shower water turned off, and Grant glanced over at the door before he said, “Nothing is ever okay with him.”
“Talk to me,” she murmured, sliding her hand over his, linking their fingers together.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Grant said brusquely, his tone letting her know he was incredibly frustrated with the subject.
“I get that. But you see,” she told him as she squeezed his hand, “that’s part of the whole relationship thing. It ain’t
just about sex.”
“What about sex?” Lane asked as he made his way back into the room and around to the opposite side of the bed from where Grant was lying, the side Grace was facing.
“We weren’t talkin’ about sex,” Grant proclaimed with a rough chuckle.
“What were you talkin’ about then? Gracie mentioned sex. Why can’t we talk about sex?” Lane asked humorously as he eased into the bed, this time on his back, his big, warm hand landing on Grace’s hip.
“My dad,” Grant admitted, surprising Grace.
Rather than push him to keep going right away, Grace settled against him, giving his hand another gentle squeeze.
She loved the differences between Grant and Lane. Although the two men were roughly the same height, that was about the only similarity between the two. Unless you counted their scruffy, dark hair and the deep, rich sound of their voices. But even that was different. Grant’s voice was rough, like he’d been a smoker for most of his life although she knew that wasn’t the case. And Lane… His voice was smooth. Just like the words he spoke.
“What did your father want?” Lane asked, breaking the silence as he slid his other hand beneath his head, peering over at them.
“Money,” Grant admitted.
“For?” Lane’s encouragement was welcome because Grace wanted Grant to continue, but she didn’t want to pry the details out of him.
Although she would if she had to.
“I think he’s gambling again,” Grant whispered softly, his arms tightening around Grace.
She snuggled closer to Grant, and Lane followed suit, turning onto his side to face them, his arm snaking over her hip, his hand resting on Grant’s leg.
“Actually, I know he’s gambling again. I prayed that he wouldn’t go there, but it looks like he has. He told me he was laid off from the auto parts store he’s been workin’ at for the last eight or so years. I took that to mean he was fired, even before he admitted it. The town’s too small for them to have laid him off for no reason. My dad was one of only two employees there.
“Anyway. He asked me to stop by, so I did. When I got there, the house was a mess, the TVs had all been hocked, and my dad was sitting at the kitchen table placing bets.”
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