“Before you look at any of those, honey, you need to know we were not totally nude in any of them,” Ethan said quickly. “Raquel positioned us and shot them so that it would look that way. I know I’m probably spoiling the illusion for you, but I didn’t want you to think for even a second that we were parading around here naked with a single woman shooting our pictures.”
“Thanks for telling me, Ethan.”
“I had on my running shorts,” he said, pointing at the image she was looking at. It was a shot of Ethan, lying down, the light streaming in through the window over his king-sized bed. The sheets were tangled and twisted, and the bed looked as though she had just risen from it, like he wasn’t alone in the room. The sheets were draped artfully over his hips and groin but showed a bare thigh and calf and foot. All of them had such sexy, manly feet. His eyes were closed in that shot as though he were falling asleep after making love to her. If he hadn’t told her, she’d have assumed he was naked under the sheet.
“And I had on my swimming trunks,” Adam said as she moved on to the picture of him fresh from the shower, his hair still damp, as he reclined on the king-size bed in his bedroom, his hips wrapped in a towel. Adam was so large that even with the swim trunks on underneath the towel, it wasn’t hard to tell what was on his mind as he smirked for the camera.
In his shot, Jack reclined on the couch, a thick, soft throw blanket draped over his “nudity.” One arm was under his head on the arm of the couch, and the other was draped across his torso, one knee up, and the other cocked to the side facing the camera. He looked relaxed in the photo, his trademark playful grin on his face. The look in his eyes was an invitation for her to climb on top.
“There is a pair of running shorts under that throw, darlin’.”
“Thank you for telling me. I wish I were different, but I would have been upset later thinking that you might have been totally nude in these shots with Raquel in the room.”
“Don’t apologize for the way you are, darlin’. We’re every bit as territorial about you. The only difference is that it was a woman shooting your portraits. We’d have felt the same way if a man had been shooting you in the nude.”
“And you know I was really nude,” she said in a sexy seductive voice. “Although Jack and Adam still haven’t seen theirs.”
They quickly opened their keepsake boxes, looked through the shots, and found the nudes she’d done for each of them. Grace knew Jack had found his when she heard the sudden inhalation from him.
In the nude she’d posed in for Jack, she was lying back in the four poster bed. The camera lens was almost level with the surface of the mattress on her right. Her right thigh was up, her leg bent at the knee, and tilted in just a bit. Her left leg was stretched out straight in front of her. Her right arm was positioned above her head, and her blonde locks were fanned out over the pillow in wild disarray. Her right arm in that position tilted her breasts up more than they already were because her back was slightly arched. Judging by his reaction, the real kicker for Jack was that her left forearm was draped over her hip, her hand positioned over the blond curls at her mound.
Her fingertips reached for what lay just beneath those curls. Her middle and index fingers were not visible to the camera, allowing him to assume they might have found their destination. Judging by her slightly parted lips and half closed eyes, she probably had. He looked up at her with respect and admiration in his eyes.
“This is something I will cherish my entire life, darlin’. I’ll guard this image, I promise. I know it wasn’t easy for you to get in the proper mindset to shoot this beautiful picture, but you did it for me.” He kissed her and shared the image with Adam and Ethan.
“Hot. Holy. Hell,” Adam muttered, before showing Ethan. Both of them were wide-eyed.
Ethan growled. “Damn, honey! You are fucking hot!”
“What about yours, Adam?” Grace giggled, having a feeling she was about to have her bones jumped.
He leafed through his and found the one at the bottom. He looked at it, then surprise dawned on his features, and he looked at it again, speechless. He looked up at her with such tender adoration in his features it brought tears to her eyes. The photo had achieved the desired effect. He’d understood what she was going for when she and Carrie had orchestrated the shot.
The photo had been taken from directly above the bed, with Carrie perched on scaffolding above Grace. Grace lay in the same tangled sheets as the portrait hanging on his bedroom wall. The position she was in was the same position she and Adam always slept in. Her blonde hair was spread out over her pillow in flowing waves, a single lock curling down between her breasts, which were completely bared to the camera, the nipples erect. Her arms were at her sides, pushing her breasts up even more, and her wrists rested across her hipbones, her hands resting over her abdomen beneath her belly button and directly above her mound. Her right pinkie and ring fingers strayed into the curls of her mound. Her thighs were slightly crossed over, so her slit was not visible beneath the curls. Her eyes were closed, and her features radiated pure, perfect joy and happiness. Her hands covered the spot where Adam laid his head every night, but also where they both hoped his daughter or son would one day grow and flourish.
Stunned speechless, he reached for her, enfolding her in his big muscular arms, his body quaking. “Baby, that takes my breath away. It’s perfect.” He handed it to Jack and Ethan to look at.
“She…” Ethan said, stunned. “She takes my breath away.”
* * * *
Jack gazed at the image in the photograph, searching for the right words. She needed to know how much this affected them, how much they loved her and appreciated her.
“Grace, you live in our hearts…our souls. We love you more than anything in the world. I keep thinking it just can’t get any better between all of us, and then it does. Darlin’, I adore you so much.”
She’d flitted into their life one day, like a butterfly moving from bush to bush. Gracefully, she’d moved between them, sharing with them, giving and taking, loving them all. Life had been good up until the day they’d fallen in love with her. Everything had been right on track. Business had been good, life on the ranch profitable. They had gotten to grow up best friends together, formed a dream of what life could be like with the right woman, and planned and dreamed of the day when she’d come along.
Despite the doubts their family members had, as they entered their thirties, they still believed the right woman was out there somewhere. Then she’d walked up to his father’s porch, dressed all in black, on the day of his precious mother’s funeral, like an angel of mercy and compassion, and they had known that very day the waiting was over. They’d seen it in the faces of some of their relatives that they’d found the one and were witnessing Jack, Ethan, and Adam falling in love with her that day. Life had been good up until the day they’d fallen in love with her. Now there was contentment, peace, and a joy that made his heart feel like it was being stretched in her gentle hands. He still kept thinking it couldn’t get any better. Then it did.
Chapter Forty-One
“I’m going to go brush my teeth and get ready. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she said as Adam released her from his embrace. They left the suite to shower and do the same. She got ready for them and then slipped into the black satin robe she’d bought for herself. She walked around the suite, dimming lights and lighting the candles. She returned to the bed, turned down the heavy bedspread, blanket, and top sheet, and smiled. Tonight, Adam could sleep without his feet hanging off the bed and be under the covers. She heard their footsteps on the stairs, and her heart flip-flopped and pounded with love for them. She looked up as they came through the door.
“Our first night in our new bed,” she whispered softly.
“Your first night in your mistress suite,” Adam replied. “Would you like me to light the fire?”
“Should you do that? It’s July, and the mess seems impractical.”
“It’s a gas log
. There’s no mess,” Ethan replied, “and it’s cool up here with the AC running. We don’t want you to get chilled while we make love to you. The fire will be nice, and we can always turn it off later before we go to sleep.”
“Would you like a glass of wine, baby?” Adam asked while Ethan turned the fireplace on.
“No, I’m fine, and I just brushed my teeth.” She giggled. “Thank you.”
“You’re not nervous, darlin’?” Jack kissed her and removed the clip from her hair.
“With y’all? No, there’s nothing for me to be nervous about. I’m in love with you, and this is another night of wonderful firsts,” she murmured as she untied her robe. They had already removed theirs and laid them on the chaise lounge before returning to her. “Still want to see me in my lingerie before I remove it?”
“Of course. That’s what we were hoping for, honey,” Ethan replied as they climbed onto the bed and lay down to watch her. Their cocks quickly hardened as they waited.
She stood before them and slipped the robe from her shoulders, baring her breasts and the black satin and lace shelf bra they seemed to enjoy a lot. She watched their faces and took pleasure in their reactions. She loved the way their eyes gazed at her half closed, the slow exhalations of breath, and a deep growl from one of them. The robe slid to her waist.
“More?”
They silently nodded. She parted the robe in front and let it slide to the end of her fingertips before she caught the slithering material. She turned and strode to the chaise lounge, complimenting herself for having the guts to sashay half naked in this outfit in front of them. She’d seen herself in the full-length mirror in the bathroom before putting on the robe. This outfit was guaranteed to get her jumped by her men. She gave them a seductive grin as she dropped the robe on the chaise and turned to face them before slowly sauntering to the bed. There was no way to walk in those shoes except to saunter. It was good for her self-esteem when she saw that all their jaws had fallen open.
Standing before them clad only in the black shelf bra, the black lace garter belt, lace edged silk stockings, and five-inch platform Mary Janes— no panties on because Adam already had those off of her—she said, “Do you like what I have on?”
They all nodded, enthralled, and Adam said, “Very much, baby.”
“I’m wearing a brand-new piece of jewelry tonight.” It took a few seconds for it to dawn on them what she was saying, and then they got quizzical looks on their faces.
“Grace, you’re not wearing any jewelry,” Jack answered, looking at her ears, her wrists and her throat.
“Yes. I am. You’ll just need to find it.” She giggled, reaching back to unhook her bra, freeing her breasts. They watched her every move, adoration in their eyes.
“More?” Again, they silently nodded as she unhooked each stocking from the garter belt and removed it, her round breasts swaying in the candlelight as she bent to unhook the straps before placing the garter belt with the bra. The fireplace had warmed the bedroom slightly, taking the edge off of the chill in the air conditioned room. The flames crackling in the fireplace was a comforting sound. She looked forward to making love in front of the fireplace some day.
She stood before them in the stockings and high heels. All three of them were dazed, their cocks standing straight up and rigid at their bellies. They stared at her, admiration, desire, and lust warring on their faces. She reached up and ran her fingers through her hair and asked, “Are you ready to play hide and seek?”
“What do you mean, beautiful?” Ethan asked he reached for her. He slid a hand around her waist and pulled her to him at the edge of the bed, laying his warm, open lips over a nipple. She gasped and sighed at the delicious feel of his mouth suckling her.
“I’m wearing a new piece of jewelry. Don’t you want to see it? If you do, you’re going to have to look for it. But first these heels and stockings will have to come off. Would someone like to help? Or should I remove them myself?” she asked seductively.
Adam hopped off the bed and knelt at her feet, looking up at her with adoration and desire in his green eyes. His warm fingers reached out for her hands and placed them on his broad shoulders as she placed her sexily shod foot in his hand. He bent and kissed her ankle as he slid the shoe from it, then placed that foot on the floor. She put the other in his hand, and he paid it the same loving attention. Once the shoes were off, he slowly slid his fingers up her calf and thigh to the top of her silk stocking and then slowly slid each one back down her leg, kissing her flesh as he went.
The loving attention he paid to her was torturously effective, rendering her wet and aroused. Her clit throbbed incessantly, begging for his attention, and she felt fresh moisture rush to her sex as she thought of what they’d find there. He looked up at her, letting her know he knew she was wet and ready with his eyes but not touching her there, which was good. She wanted to be on the bed for that.
“Darlin’, now that you’re naked, I don’t see any jewelry on you anywhere,” Jack said.
She smiled and raised her arms and turned slowly for them. Nothing.
“That’s why it’s called hide and seek. I hid it, and you get to seek it. Fun?” she asked, giggling.
“Damn, she is full of surprises,” Adam said. “She’s in full bloom, ready to be made love to, but I didn’t see anything.”
She gave them her hands, and they helped her up into the bed, settling her among them, helping her to lie back on the piled up pillows. Her clitoris throbbed, and her pussy quivered, she wanted them so bad. She loved the way they played together. They checked her toes, her ankles, her nipples, and even nuzzled in her hair. Nothing.
They must have liked the game, too, knowing there was only one place they hadn’t looked yet. “We don’t see anything, yet. Why don’t you help us out?” Jack asked playfully.
“All right,” she whispered softly.
Jack and Ethan were on one side of her, Adam on the other. She drew her knees up, her thighs still close together, and gestured for Ethan to kneel in front of her. When he was in position, she slid her feet down and placed one in each of his waiting hands. The heat in his eyes consumed her, making her heart beat hard in her chest. Her breath came in little pants as a growl came from deep in his chest. In a slow, sensuous move, holding her feet at the delicate arches as he pushed, she began to bend her knees.
“Baby, oh, baby, what did you do?” Adam asked breathlessly. She was nearly brought to orgasm right then by their obvious reactions and being slowly spread open like that.
“Darlin’, what—Oh, no! Oh, Grace. You didn’t!” Jack had jumped to the conclusion she’d gotten herself pierced. Judging from the strident quality of his voice and the way his eyebrows had drawn up in concern, she’d done well in naysaying Charity’s suggestion. Grace was all for trying new things, but she was still a chicken at heart. Luckily, there were less invasive options available.
“No, it’s not what you think, honey. You’ll see, just look.” She laid a placating hand on Jack’s thigh.
Ethan pushed her feet until her thighs were pressed against her breasts, which laid her completely bare before them, opening her pussy to their view.
Three pink, sparkling crystals and a heart-shaped iridescent crystal were suspended over her clitoris.
“Does it hurt?” Adam asked, reaching out to finger it, touching her wet clit in the process. Her lips parted on a gasp at the unexpected touch to that very sensitized bundle of nerve endings.
“No, baby. In fact, it feels very good. It’s a little tricky to get on but totally worth it once it’s in place. I’m too chicken to get that place pierced but Googled non-piercing jewelry of this type and got lucky. What do you think?”
“I think that’s the hottest damn thing I’ve seen since we looked at your pictures!” Adam smiled lustily as she gasped when he stroked her again.
“I think it’s absolutely beautiful on you,” Ethan said with a grin. “I didn’t know you’d be open to genital jewelry, or I’d have ha
d Clay make you something, Gracie.” He rubbed her clit, making her moan again.
“Grace, you are full of surprises,” Jack said, touching it also.
“The evening’s not over yet, darlin’,” she replied, whimpering when his fingers dipped into the moisture dripping from her open slit.
“Honey, how do we get it off of you?” Ethan asked. “I think your little imprisoned clit needs some loving attention. Wouldn’t you like that?” He bent down as Jack and Adam each took a dainty foot from him and flicked her clit tenderly with the tip of his tongue. It was like a searing flame rocketing through her clit. Once he slipped the clip off, the blood would come rushing back to her clit and—
His tongue flicked her again. “Oh! Oh! Don’t, you’ll make me come too fast.”
“Oh, I’m planning on making you come several times, honey. Fast or slow, it’s all good. Now how do you want me to remove it? I don’t want to hurt you.”
He slid a finger into her dripping wet entrance as he continued evilly flicking with his tongue. She replied, “Take the largest jewel and lift straight—Oh!—up toward my belly button. Don’t pull out, pull up.” He captured the jewel between his lips, gently sliding the sterling silver clip off of her inner lips and the hood of her clitoris. The blood came rushing back to her deprived flesh, and she went straight over the edge. “Oh! Ethan! Oh, no! I’m—I’m coming, I’m coming!” she wailed. He dropped the clip from his lips onto her mound as she came, applying gentle soothing pressure to her clit with his warm tongue, laving her throbbing flesh. She sighed softly, shuddering as she felt his tongue flick into her wet entrance. Jack and Adam lay at her sides, kissing her throat and her breasts, whispering their encouragement and love to her as she came down from the powerful climax.
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