Betting on Grace (11 page)

Mercy nearly knocked her chair over as she jumped to
her feet. “Why?”

Shit.

That didn’t look suspicious at all.

Mercy tried to calm down as she stared at her father.
The last thing Gracie needed tonight was for their father to show up on Grant’s
doorstep. Mercy had happened to see both Lane and Gracie heading over to
Grant’s house — separately, of course — which could only mean one thing…

“I just wanted to check on him. He mentioned he had to
go over and talk to his father earlier in the week. I haven’t been able to
catch up with him yet.”

That was because the crazy fool was hiding. Mercy
didn’t say that aloud, though.

“He’s cool,” Mercy said quickly. “I talked to him a
little while ago. He was packing it in for the night. Said he had a headache or
somethin’.”

Jerry studied her, and Mercy was pretty sure he didn’t
believe a word she said, but she didn’t care. “Besides, I wanted to talk to
you.”

“About?”

Mercy glared down at Trinity, who was the one smiling
now. Mercy doubted her sister knew what was going on with the peculiar
threesome taking place at Grant’s place, but it was quite clear that Mercy was
in the hot seat now, and any time that happened, her sisters got a kick out of
it.

Gracie would pay for this. There was no doubt about
it.

Leaving her half-empty plate on the table, Mercy
linked her arm with her father’s and led him toward the door but not before
looking back to see that Trinity had stolen her cornbread muffin.

Okay, so she added payback for Trinity to her list of
things to do tomorrow.

But right now, she needed to forget about Trinity
altogether. She needed to think on the fly. Mercy didn’t have a clue what she
could possibly have to talk to her father about, but she’d wing it for now.

And later, she’d make sure Gracie knew that she’d
saved her ass.

Grant wasn’t sure what had just happened, but he knew
he didn’t want it to end. One minute he’d been in the shower with Lane, the
next he was sitting in his chair eating dinner with a very naked Gracie on his
lap.

And through it all, his mind had never once traveled
to the ongoing fight he was having with his father.

“Nuh-uh,” Lane grumbled. “No thinkin’ right now.”

Grant tore his gaze off Gracie’s amazing rack to look
at Lane. It wasn’t easy, that was for damn sure.

“We’re takin’ the night off from that shit. Unless
you’re thinkin’ about how smokin’-hot Gracie looks sittin’ there naked. Got
that?”

“Personally, I’m thinkin’ about how hot
y’all
look naked,” Gracie teased.

It was clear that Lane was there with a purpose. From
the instant he’d stepped through Grant’s front door, it was evident that Lane
was using the power of distraction to keep Grant from getting too far inside of
his own head. It was obviously working because Grant had a hard time focusing,
much less thinking, especially when his dick had been buried in Lane’s luscious
mouth just a few short minutes ago. Damn, he wanted that man. He ached for him,
even now, just half an hour later.

Of course, there was Gracie sitting on his lap, her
pert breasts so close to his face he could see the light blue veins running
beneath the smooth, creamy skin. He wanted to put his mouth there, to latch on
and never let go.

But he didn’t.

Somehow, he’d succeeded in being a gentleman through
dinner. As much as he could be, considering he was sitting in his living room
naked while Gracie shifted and shuffled on his lap. His dick hadn’t been much
for minding its manners, but Grant had tried to disregard the incessant throb
between his legs. But now that they were finished eating, he wasn’t trying all
that hard to ignore it.

“Come here, gorgeous,” Lane called to Gracie after he
took all three of their empty containers to the recycle bin located in the
kitchen.

Lane took her hand and tugged her to her feet before
he lowered himself back to the chair, pulling her along with him. Grant was
entranced by the sight — Gracie’s smooth, sun-kissed skin against Lane’s
bronzed skin… Lane was looking at Gracie as though the woman were responsible
for the stars and the resulting constellations, as if he’d never seen such an
incredible specimen before.

Abigail Grace Lambert was perfection in its finest
form, as far as Grant was concerned. He’d always thought so, even back when his
feelings for her had been pure, long before she was old enough for him to have
salacious thoughts about in the first place.

Hell, he could still remember that day like it was
yesterday.

“Gracie, come here,” Jerry called out to the young
woman currently shoveling hay in the empty stall.

Grant watched as she approached, noticing that she was
more of a young girl than a woman. Her innocent eyes widened when she looked up
at him, but other than that, she kept her expression masked.

“Yes?” she questioned as she approached them slowly,
leaning the pitchfork against the stall wall.

“Gracie, I’d like you to meet Grant Kingsley. He’s
gonna be workin’ here.”

Gracie nodded her head, but Grant had no idea what she
was thinking.

“You ever worked at a ranch before?” she asked a
second or two later, surprising Grant with her question.

“No, ma’am,” he answered truthfully.

“Well, then, good luck,” she said with a playful
smile. “’Cause you’re gonna need it.”

And with that, she went back to work while Grant
followed her father out of the stable.

Grant had known her since she was fifteen years old,
and through the years, what he felt for her had morphed from a basic friendship
— riddled with her playful teasing — to an intrinsic need. He’d go so far as to
admit to himself that he loved her, but he still feared speaking the words
aloud. He had accidentally let it slip that first night they were together, but
when Gracie hadn’t reciprocated, he’d refused to voice them loudly enough for
her to hear.

As Grant watched, Lane cupped Gracie’s full breasts in
his big hands, kneading the firm mounds while tweaking her nipples between his
fingers. Her breasts were overly sensitive, or so she’d told them. So much so
that she could orgasm just by them playing with them. That was a fact, one that
Grant had thoroughly enjoyed proving when they had put that theory to the test —
and succeeded — on more than one occasion.

“Put your mouth on me,” Gracie encouraged Lane,
knocking Lane’s hands away and hefting her breasts in her hands.

Grant’s dick felt like a steel rod between his legs.
Watching the two of them was the best form of foreplay that he’d ever known.
Almost as good as having Gracie’s mouth on his dick or Lane’s fingers teasing
his ass.

Lane sucked Gracie’s nipple between his lips, careful
not to take too much of her. She apparently knew what he was up to because she
released her breasts and wrapped her arms around Lane’s head, pulling him
closer, smashing his face against her chest.

“Don’t tease me, Miller,” Gracie said, her seductive
voice and the thundering rumble of Lane’s laugh sending chills along Grant’s
skin.

Lane sucked her breast into his mouth more
aggressively, making sensual sounds as he did, and that didn’t help Grant’s
current state at all. He was tempted to grip his own cock and stroke, anxious
to join in but too fixated on watching to do either.

“Yes, just like that,” Gracie rasped, still holding
Lane’s head. “Suck them.”

Lane alternated between breasts, sucking each into his
mouth, his gaze darting over to Grant every now and again until finally he pulled
back and pinned Grant with his chocolate-brown eyes.

“Stroke yourself,” Lane ordered, his full attention
focused on Grant.

As though his hand had a mind of its own, Grant
wrapped his fingers around his cock, slowly stroking the hard length, cupping
his balls with each downstroke.

“God, that’s hot,” Gracie mumbled. “I wish I could’ve
watched the two of you in the shower.”

Grant still couldn’t believe they’d walked out of his
bathroom to find Gracie sitting in the living room. At first, he’d nearly
panicked, fearful that she was going to be pissed that they’d stolen some time
alone. But she’d actually seemed rather okay with it, which was both surprising
and a tremendous relief.

“You like to watch us, love?” Lane asked Gracie.

“Damn straight.”

“Well, all you have to do is ask. Anytime you want.”

Grant smiled, his hand stilling on his cock. He didn’t
want to push himself too far, completely content watching the show just a few
feet away from him.

“Right now, I want to be the one watching,” Grant told
them, drawing their attention back to him.

“Tell us what to do,” Lane commanded, that sexy demand
making Grant’s balls throb. It was interesting how alpha the man was, even when
he was giving the illusion that he was handing over control.

It drove Grant mad when Lane took control. For all of
his life, Grant had been in charge, running his own life, making his own
decisions. Even here at the ranch, he was the one people came to when decisions
needed to be made. So for Lane to take the reins… It was a powerful feeling
that Grant found he craved.

“I want to watch you eat her pussy,” Grant told them.

Gracie’s face lit up as though Christmas had come
early for her.

“Put her on the bar,” Grant ordered, falling into his
role as the scene’s director. He could do this, even though his dick would
prefer he was in on the action versus watching from the sidelines.

Lane stood, keeping his arms around Gracie, lifting
her easily. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and Grant got an up-close
look at the vibrant butterfly tattoo on her right hip. He knew that all five of
the sisters had one somewhere on their bodies because Gracie had told him and
Lane back when they’d first uncovered the cute little tattoo. Apparently, the
colorful designs were a tribute to their mother.

When Lane deposited Gracie on the laminate countertop,
she didn’t waste time, maneuvering into position so that she was lying on her
back, her heels on the edge of the counter and her legs spread wide.

“Lord have mercy,” Lane growled as he slipped his
finger through her glistening slit.

Since the party had moved out of his visual range,
Grant opted to join them. He vacated his trusty recliner and hefted himself up
onto the counter beside Gracie, trailing his finger from her neck down her
sternum, over her flat, muscled stomach until he reached the bare skin of her
mound. He went so far as to tease her clit briefly while Lane pumped one thick
finger inside her. That’s where Grant stopped. He wasn’t planning to join in,
but the urge to touch her was just too great.

“What are you waitin’ for, cowboy?” Gracie taunted.
Her snarky words died on a breathless moan when Lane thrust two fingers between
her folds, sliding into her pussy.

“Hold yourself open for him,” Grant instructed. “I
want to be able to see everything.”

Gracie’s eyes were hooded, and there was a pretty pink
tinge to her cheeks, but she didn’t challenge him. He could tell she was trying
to hide her embarrassment. Not that she had anything to be embarrassed about.
The woman was flawless: from her silky blond hair and those incredible
blue-green eyes all the way down to her cute little perfectly manicured toes
tipped with a brilliant red polish. God had spared nothing when creating her.

And as he sat there, completely in awe of her, he
couldn’t help but remind himself that she was his.

Well,
theirs
, technically.

But as long as he was part of it, he didn’t much care.

■□■□■□■□

Lane considered himself one seriously lucky son of a
bitch.

What more could he ask for than to have these two at
his mercy. First, Grant in the shower, and now Gracie laid out like a
smorgasbord on Grant’s kitchen counter.

Shit. He was pretty sure it didn’t get any better than
this.

And the best part of it all, not a single person had
brought up Grant’s bad mood.

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.