I watched Grace’s face when she walked into the den, for a clue as to how she’d left everything with her dad. When her eyes met mine and she grinned wide, I knew everything was going to be OK.
“I take it all is well?” Adam asked, obviously reading the situation the same way I did.
“All is well. I have some decisions to make, but all of them are fair ones. My job with dad is mine again, if I want it. So is some if not all of my money for school, depending on where I choose to live, here or back with him. All things considered, I really couldn’t ask for better.”
“Ah, so let the bidding begin,” I teased. “I see his offer, whatever it was, and raise you. Your job is still available here as well, as it was, with salary, room and board. We’ll also throw in whatever money is still needed for school, a couple of half days here, if you want to schedule yourself that way, to be able to still learn from your dad a couple days a week, if you’d like. Plus, a therapeutic, frustration-relieving, roll in the hay whenever needed. Or a roll in the bed. Or on the kitchen counters…”
“Or in the shower,” Adam chimed in.
“Hmm, with the latch fixed, or broken? I’m thinking the latch just might be the deciding factor here,” Grace teased back with a sly grin.
“Which would push your decision in our favor, fixing it or leaving it?”
“Oh no, I know how to play poker. I’m not laying all my cards out on the table just yet.”
Adam stared her down, his mind whirling so fast I could almost see it.
“I bet you prefer it broken. A small reminder of how all this got started. Plus, I think after that night at the truck that you’ve got a streak of exhibitionist in you. Hell, I’d even take the bathroom door off its hinges for you, if you want. I think you like the thrill of possibly getting caught doing something naughty.”
I countered, not really because I believed Adam was wrong, but just so I could play devil’s advocate.
“Nah, I think she’d prefer it fixed. She wants a locked door she can be pressed up against in passion, and the privacy to really let her freak flag fly. What say you, Grace? Gonna show us your down and dirty behind closed doors?”
She grinned at both of us, but I didn’t miss the way she shifted. Her thighs clenched, and she squeezed them together, a sure sign that just talking about doing naughty things was already turning her on.
I wasn’t surprised. I already knew she was a passionate woman. Plus it was just human nature to crave a sexy reconnect after being in a dangerous situation. Kind of like having sex after a funeral. It reminded your soul that you were still alive.
I had a feeling we were going to see just how alive Grace wanted to feel tonight.
“Well, which is it?” Adam asked.
“Would you rather play it safe, or are you a jump in and see what happens type, Grace?” I added, purposely reminding her of the day we first met, over a birthing mare.
She looked at us both in turn, and then grinned at me, saying the same thing she said that day too.
“Well, when you put it that way.”
She walked toward me, a mischievous glint in her eye.
I thought she’d stop a foot or so from me, but she didn’t. She walked right up to me, pressed herself against me, thigh to thigh and breasts to chest. She wrapped her arms around my neck and tilted her head, coming in for a kiss.
She teased my lips with hers, and then ran her tongue over my lips before slipping between them and deepening the kiss.
I felt her raise up on her toes to press harder against me, and I wrapped my arms around her back, squeezing her tight before letting my hands wander over her hips and then down to cup her ass.
“Damn brother, you were right. It is almost as hot watching her kiss as it is kissing her.”
I heard Adam approach us, and felt his hands slide over her back as mine gripped her ass. He found the bottom edge of her shirt and starting tugging it upward.
She leaned back a bit, letting an inch or so of space get between us, just long enough for him to raise her shirt up all the way up. Her arms and mouth left me, allowing her shirt to be completely removed over her head, and then she found my mouth with hers again.
Adam’s deft fingers found the clasp on her bra and released it, sliding the straps over her shoulders, and she helped him out by pulling her arms out of the holes.
He started kissing along her back as our tongues danced, and when his mouth teased her neck, I felt her moan against my mouth.
She leaned back some, still kissing me but also leaning into Adam behind her.
His hands slid around between us. He found her breasts and cupped them, squeezing them and playing with their weight before teasing her nipples with his thumbs.
I brought my hands back around, following the curve of her hips, until I reached the button at the front of her jeans.
I dipped my fingers into her waistband, the soft warmth of her stomach against my knuckles as I slid the button through its hole and released it. The sound of her zipper as I tugged it down was one of the sweetest sounds I’d ever heard, promising the world.
True, I had taken her swiftly and urgently earlier in the barn, before Jake had kidnapped her, but this time I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted us to take our time with her, and she with us, and the slow slide of her zipper just marked the beginning of what I hoped would be many, many nights of sharing Grace between us.
I felt her take her boots off, pulling on the back of one with the inside of the other, and kick them away without ever breaking her stride in our kiss.
I slid her jeans down over her hips, lower, lower, until she kicked them off as well, leaving her between us in nothing but her panties as Adam and I were both still fully dressed.
My cock had been hard since we first started talking about bidding for her to stay here, but now, as she stood mostly naked between us, I was almost painfully hard.
I wasn’t ready to release myself from my jeans yet though. I wanted to tease Grace until none of us could take it anymore, so I slide my fingers over her panties. I started from the plump roundness of her mound, and ran my fingertip along the slit.
The moan that reached my ears made my cock twitch in anticipation.
She was so wet I could feel the moist heat of her through her panties. They were already so soaked with need that I felt her lips spread for me in welcome even through the thin fabric.
The silky fabric was soaked through already, and I teased her, running my fingers along her seam, and pressing into her as far as the fabric would allow.
She started rocking her hips in my hand, trying to pull me inside her already.
“Fuck Adam, she’s soaking wet. Feel her pussy. Feel how badly she wants us.”
I moved my hand aside so he could. When his hands left her breasts, I dipped my head down to tease them with my tongue as he slid his hands down, over her stomach.
His fingertips slid under the waistband of her panties, sliding into the wet, slick skin I’d just been teasing.
“Oh, fuck yes. Grace, your pussy is so slick with need. Spread your legs wider, I want to slide in deep.”
I could hear the sounds of Adam’s fingers inside Grace as I sucked one of her tight, pink nipples into my mouth. I bit down gently, and then soothed it with the flat of my tongue as Adam played inside her, rocking the palm of his hand against her clit.
I started kissing my way from her breasts, down her stomach, and got down on my knees so I could kiss her where Adam was fingering her.
Adam pulled his hands out of her panties, and then he pulled the fabric aside for me.
The scent of her alone was intoxicating, but seeing her up close like that, with Adam’s fingers against her smooth skin, baring her to me, was almost too much.
He kept her panties pulled aside with one hand, and with his other hand, he pulled her lips apart some, teasing me with the sight and scent of her in the seconds before I dipped my tongue into her sweet juices.
She bucked eagerly against my mouth as the tip of my tongue teased and circled her clit.
I couldn’t take it anymore. My cock was painfully hard inside my jeans, so I undid my own button and zipper, opening my fly and tugging my cock out.
I was heavy with need, and I stroked myself from base to tip and back, just a couple of times, happy for now just to be free of my jeans.
My tongue was still exploring Grace as she rocked herself against me in front of her, and back against Adam as well, bumping and rubbing her ass against the front of his jeans.
I ran my hand up her thigh, teasing the sensitive skin as I brought my fingers closer to where my tongue already played. I slide my fingers inside her, spreading her heated, silky walls a bit, whispering against her clit.
“You’re so tight. I feel you squeezing my fingers already. And you taste so good.”
“Stand up, Scott. I want to taste you, too. Both of you.”
“Let me pleasure you this way first. Let me taste your orgasm on my tongue.”
“No, not yet. We’re just getting started. I want to play more first. I’ve never tasted two cocks before,” she said as she pulled out of Adam’s grip, sliding down onto her knees with me.
She kissed me, knee to knee with me down on the carpet.
I knew I tasted of her, but she seemed to like tasting herself on my tongue.
She broke the kiss, and slid her hand down between us. She took me in hand and stroked me like I’d stroked myself before.
I obeyed. While I was standing, she turned toward Adam.
“Get those jeans off cowboy, I want to taste you, too.”
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