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 attention 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 whom 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’d 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.