Betting on Grace (25 page)

Again, Lane had called him baby, and Grant’s heart
swelled in his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Or maybe that was because he was gliding his cock
along the silky smooth length of Lane’s, the sensitive head rubbing just right…
“Oh, damn,” Grant bellowed. “I need to fuck you. Right now.”

The sweltering dark pools of Lane’s eyes were trained
on him, and Grant felt the heat, felt the energy that coursed between them.
Knowing he wasn’t going to make it through this unscathed — why would this time
be any different from the last? — Grant released their dicks and gripped Lane’s
hips, pulling him.

He walked backward until they were near the end of the
love seat, and that’s when he smiled. Lane apparently knew exactly what Grant
wanted, and when he turned around to face the couch, leaning forward and
putting his hands on the arm, Grant’s dick throbbed painfully.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” Grant asked Gracie
as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to Lane’s back.

“Yes,” she answered on a breathless moan.

Grant trailed kisses down Lane’s muscular back,
sliding his tongue down the deep ridge in the center as he lowered himself to
his knees once again. He wasn’t just going to take Lane like a barbarian, he
was going to work the man up and then he was going to fuck him hard and fast.
Even if it killed him.

In order to do that…

“Oh, fuck,” Lane shouted.

Grant was kneeling behind him, using his hands to
separate Lane’s cheeks while he pushed his tongue deep into the crease of
Lane’s ass.

“Oh, shit, that feels so good,” Lane moaned, his legs
spreading farther apart to give Grant better access.

Grant rimmed Lane’s asshole with his tongue and then
thrust in deep, pulling Lane’s hips back so that he was fucking him with his
tongue.

“Grant, oh… Don’t stop. Oh, fuck.”

Lane was offering his own support by pressing back
against Grant’s face. He continued this for a minute or so, reaching around and
jacking Lane’s thick cock, swiping the precum from the head with his thumb.

When Grant’s cock began to pulse incessantly, he knew
he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to slide deep into Lane’s ass so he
could ride him hard before they both came.

“Did you like that?” Grant asked, speaking to Lane but
looking at Gracie.

They both answered with a resounding “yes.”

“Good.” He quickly donned a condom and put a thick
coat of lube along his cock while slicking two of his fingers at the same time.
While he stroked himself, he slipped those two fingers into Lane’s ass, going
deep and twisting. He continued the motion because he knew Lane enjoyed it.

“Grant… Son of a...” Lane mumbled. “Keep that up and …
uh… Oh, God, that… Keep it up and I’m gonna come!”

Grant pulled his fingers out after massaging Lane’s
prostate two more times and then lined up and thrust into him in one forceful
push.

“Oh, yes,” Lane yelled, pushing back against Grant.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Grant groaned, gripping Lane’s
hips as he withdrew slowly. “I love the way your ass grips my dick.”

Another sharp inhale from across the room had Grant
looking over at Gracie.

He nearly stumbled into Lane, damn near plowing him
over as he watched Gracie finger her pussy as she watched them.

Heaven help him.

Gracie was going to come.

She was going to explode from watching Grant have his
wicked way with Lane and witnessing Lane enjoy the hell out of it.

There was something to be said about watching two men
like this. To see the sheer pleasure etched on their faces, the emotion that
they thought they were hiding was right there for her to see. These two loved
each other; there was no doubt about that.

From her seat, Grace had the perfect view of Lane bent
over the couch and Grant driving into him from behind. It was so hot she was
surprised she hadn’t gone up in a puff of smoke.

“Fuck me, Grant,” Lane pleaded as he drove his hips
back against Grant, who was plunging into Lane forcefully.

This was hardcore, erotic fucking, and these two
clearly couldn’t get enough of one another. She was surprised that she didn’t
feel like an outsider as she sat in Grant’s recliner, her legs spread wide,
teasing herself mercilessly while she watched.

But the way they both glanced over at her from time to
time kept her connected to them in a way that made her heart sing.

This was hot.

Sliding one finger into her pussy, Grace slowly fucked
herself while she watched Grant slam into Lane over and over, Lane’s powerful
body remaining upright while he used his own strength to drive himself back
against Grant.

“Oh, yes,” Grant groaned. “Squeeze my dick.”

Lane lifted one hand to his own cock, stroking
himself. Slowly at first, then faster, his eyes closed, a constant stream of
moans and groans coming from both men.

Oh, hell. Grace was close. She was so close, and to
think neither of them had touched her. She was fingering herself, something she
rarely did because she much preferred her trusty vibrator, but right now, she
was almost convinced that a well-placed puff of air would send her over the
edge.

“You want me to come in your ass?” Grant asked Lane.

Grace loved how they talked to each other.

Closing her eyes, she listened to the sounds of their
heavy breaths, the slap of their bodies, the rumbles and groans that signaled
every driving thrust. 

“Yes,” Lane grunted. “Come deep in my ass.”

Grace was hanging on by the skin of her teeth, not
wanting to go over until they did, but she didn’t think she was going to make
it. She was so lost to the sounds, she kept her eyes closed, hoping to hang on
just a little while longer.

“I love your ass.” Grant’s voice rumbled, sending a
jolt of pleasure to Grace’s core. “I love driving my dick deep inside you,
fucking you, riding you hard.”

“Oh, fuck,” Lane roared, and Grace tried to force her
eyes open, but she couldn’t.

Grace cried out, her own climax ricocheting through
her, her body tensing as she came so hard she was surprised she didn’t lose
consciousness.

“Well, well, well. What the fuck do we have here?”

Grace couldn’t help it, she screamed. Her arms flew up
to cover herself as she stared over at the door where the voice came from, her
breath lodged in her throat.

There, standing behind Grant and Lane, was Grant’s
father.

“Get. The. Fuck. Out!” Grant snarled, the sound so
fierce that Grace flinched, as both men reached for something to cover
themselves.

Lane took three long strides and was standing in front
of Grace, blocking her completely from the view of the man at the door even as
he was yanking on his own jeans.

Grace peered around him, noticing that Grant had
turned as well, attempting to block the man’s view of both of them.

“Well, this explains a helluva lot,” Darrell belted
out, his eyes reflecting what looked like hatred as he stared at Grant. “I
always knew there was somethin’ wrong with you. Doesn’t surprise me that you’re
in to this debauchery.”

Grace had to lean over to keep her eyes on the man,
something she found herself regretting when his bloodshot eyes met hers.

“Hmm, and this is daddy’s little girl, huh? Wonder
what he’ll think when I tell him you’re in here fornicatin’ with two men. What
do you think he’ll say?”

Fornicating? What the fuck?

“Don’t you fuckin’ think about it,” Grant yelled,
yanking on his jeans and stalking toward the man.

“Or what? Huh? What’re you gonna do? It’s just too bad
I didn’t think to grab my phone. Then I’d have video proof.”

The thought had a shudder bursting through Grace
followed by a wave of nausea, her teeth chattering from the pure fear she felt
as she stared at this crazy man. How long had he been there? Watching them?

Oh, God, the thought of him seeing something so
private had her breathing deep, trying not to throw up.

“Get. Out. And if you dream of sayin’ one fuckin’
word, I swear to God, I’ll–”

“Grant!” Lane interrupted. “Enough. Get him out of here
before I do.”

Grace hadn’t even realized that Lane had pulled his
jeans on and had tossed the clean T-shirt that had been on the couch at her.
She hid behind Lane and yanked it on over her head, not realizing until she was
covered that it was on inside out.

Who fucking cared?

“See, now, here’s what I’m thinkin’,” Darrell spat,
glaring at Grant. “You’ve got somethin’ I need, and I’ve got a secret you don’t
want to get out. I think it’s time we had a little chat. Don’t you?”

“No,” Grace shouted, pushing up out of the chair.

“Stay out of this, Gracie.”

Grace ignored Grant’s instruction, trying to move
toward him but being held back by Lane’s big body blocking her path. As she
stared at Lane’s broad back, she realized he was breathing hard. Placing her
hand on his warm skin, she tried to ease around him, but he blocked her attempt
again.

“Last warning, Grant. Get him the fuck out of here, or
I will,” Lane growled, the menace in his tone sending a cold chill down Grace’s
spine.

“Don’t let him blackmail you, Grant,” Grace said,
leaning around Lane when moving past him proved futile.

“She’s a feisty one,” Darrell said, his eyes locked
with Grant’s.

Grace was surprised he even acknowledged her. After
all, it was about all he’d done the last time she’d been in his presence.

“Get. Out.” Grant’s face was contorted in fury, and he
had begun to stalk his father, forcing him back to the door. “We’ll talk
outside,” Grant bit out.

“No, you won’t,” Grace demanded, giving Lane a firm
shove, which worked to get him to move briefly. She took the opportunity and
stomped across the room until she was standing next to Grant, placing her hand
on his arm. “We’re not gonna do this. Do you hear me? We’re not gonna let him
use this against us.”

“Hear that?” Darrell mouthed. “She doesn’t mind if her
daddy finds out she’s actin’ out her fantasy of watchin’ two guys fuck each
other.” The disgust on the man’s splotchy face made Grace cringe.

Grant finally turned to look at her, but she could see
in the swirling depths of his eyes that he wasn’t listening. Or if he was, he
certainly didn’t agree with her. He shook his head at her and then turned his
attention back to his father. “Outside,” Grant said again.

Grace could only stare at them both as they turned
toward the door. She glanced back at Lane, wishing like hell he’d step in. What
man would want to go up against Lane?

Whoa.

No, maybe she didn’t want him to. Lane looked
downright terrifying as he stood there, his chest heaving, his forehead creased
as he glared at Grant’s father.

She raised her eyebrows at him, a nonverbal question
of “Aren’t you gonna do something?” transmitting across the room.

He clearly didn’t translate her expression, because
his eyes just slid back toward the door that was now closing on Grant and his
father.

Shit.

Now how the hell was she going to fix this?

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The red cloud hazing Lane’s vision didn’t dissipate
even after Grant’s father turned around and walked out the front door. And now,
as he stood staring at Gracie while she stared at the door, he didn’t even know
what to say.

“Are you okay?” Lane asked, the words seemingly coming
out of his mouth of their own accord. Not a bad thing since his brain was
currently scrambled from the rage flooding his veins.

“Me?” Gracie asked, turning around to face him. “I…
I’m fine.”

Yeah, she sounded fine, all right. Not a chance.

Moving across the room on legs that felt like they’d
been filled with lead, Lane reached for her, pulling her into his arms and
crushing her to him. From the second he’d heard that bastard’s voice, Lane had
been battling an overwhelming urge to kill someone. Namely Darrell Kingsley.

He had watched them.

The fucking perverted old bastard had stood in Grant’s
house and watched them.

The thought made Lane sick.

Gracie’s arms wrapping tightly around him was the only
thing keeping him together. From where he stood, he could hear the argument
raging outside, and he feared what Grant was saying. He’d seen it in Grant’s
eyes, the fear and embarrassment of his father being there, invading the
privacy that the three of them were supposed to have. But it was the way Grant had
frozen, not protecting Gracie the way he should’ve. Had that been Lane’s
father, Lane would’ve grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and tossed him out
on his ass. Only then would he have addressed the crazy son of a bitch.

Not Grant. He’d stood there and let that bastard ogle
Gracie until Lane had finally managed to toss her a shirt so that she could
cover herself.

Needless to say, Lane was furious. At Darrell. At
Grant. At himself.

Uggghhh!

“Hey,” Gracie said, pulling Lane from his thoughts.
“Are you okay?”

“Never fucking better,” he grumbled as he forced his
arms not to tighten around her. He knew he would crush her if the violence that
was racing through him got free.

“We need to talk to Grant,” Gracie said, taking a step
back but not forcing Lane to release her.

Her brilliant turquoise eyes glittered with a sheen of
tears.

“Grant’s a big boy,” Lane offered. “He can handle
himself.”

“What if he gives in? What if he gives Darrell money
to keep him from talkin’?”

Those were the questions searing Lane’s brain. He
didn’t want to think about what the answer might be, because as far as he was
concerned, giving in, or giving that asshole money, wasn’t even an option.
Blackmail never worked. Grant’s father would push and push until he drained
Grant dry.

“He can’t give in.” That was the only thing Lane could
come up with.

“Should we go out there?”

Lane didn’t have to answer that because Grant chose
then to come inside, his face pale, his hands shaking as he came to a stop
right in the doorway. “No need. He’s gone.”

Surprisingly, Gracie didn’t run into Grant’s arms. She
turned around slowly, remaining only a few inches from Lane as they both stared
back at Grant. Lane wondered whether she was waiting for an explanation as much
as he was.

No, Lane didn’t want to know why Grant’s father had showed
up and invaded their private moment in the most despicable way possible. Lane
wanted to know whether or not Grant had stood up for the three of them, for
what he believed was right.

“I told him that I’d see him tomorrow,” Grant
admitted, and Lane saw the defeat on his face.

He didn’t need to hear anything more to know that
Grant wasn’t going to stand up to Darrell. He was going to give in, give the
man money, and then sit and wait for it all to crumble around him. Because that
was exactly what was going to happen.

“Why’re you gonna see him?” Gracie questioned, a hint
of frustration in her tone.

Was it him or did she actually move closer to Lane?

“What else am I gonna do, Gracie? Huh? Tell me that!”
Grant yelled, his eyes blazing with anger.

“You’re gonna stand up to him,” Lane barked, moving
Gracie out of the way as he took a step closer to Grant. “You’re gonna stand up
for the people you supposedly care about.”

“Yeah? And how the fuck do I do that?” Grant
countered. “What? Do I run to Jerry and tell him that I’m fuckin’ his daughter
and my best friend? How’s that gonna go over with him, do you think?”

“Fucking, huh? Is that what this is?” Lane asked,
unable to disguise the hurt in his voice.

Grant didn’t answer.

“The truth is gonna come out sooner or later,” Lane
added. “You think your father will be satisfied with just a little bit of
money? What happens when that runs out? Are you gonna fund his habit for the
rest of his miserable life?”

“If I have to!” Grant shouted.

Lane realized they were practically nose to nose.