Betting on Grace (24 page)

Lane was sitting on Grant’s miniscule love seat,
trying to pretend not to eavesdrop on the conversation Grant was having. Based
on the way Gracie was staring back at him, a tiny little smirk on her lips said
he was failing miserably.

They’d been at Grant’s place for the last half hour.
About twenty-eight of those minutes had been spent waiting to hear back from
the cell phone provider. Grant hadn’t hesitated before he’d called them during
the walk back, but at that point, they had no new information. Lane got the
feeling they weren’t going to receive a call, either. From what he’d gathered
from eavesdropping on that conversation — something he hadn’t bothered to try
to hide — they’d suggested that Grant call the police.

For whatever reason, Grant was hesitant to do so.

But now, someone was on the phone with Grant, and he
wasn’t doing well to keep the conversation private although he had stepped out
onto the front porch.

“Who do you think that is?” Gracie asked, practically
voicing Lane’s direct thoughts.

“No idea.”

Lane looked toward the door, as though that would
improve his hearing.

“Thank God,” Grant exclaimed. “Put her on the phone.”

There was a long pause, and Lane glanced over at
Grace. She was sitting on the edge of her seat.

“Mom, where the hell have you been?” Grant asked.

Another long pause.

“Shit. You should’ve told someone you were leavin’,”
Grant inserted. “And they sell those things at Walmart. You coulda picked up
another one.”

Lane noticed the doorknob turning, and he continued to
watch, waiting for Grant to step inside.

“I’m just glad you’re all right.”
Pause.
“Okay.
Well, when you decide to head back, let me know.”
Pause.
“All right.
Talk to you later.”

When Grant came back inside, his eyes were somewhat
glazed. Without saying a word, he stabbed the phone, ending the call before he
came over to the couch and dropped down beside Lane.

Like, right beside him, their bodies touching from hip
to knee. Lane turned his head to look at Grant, but the other man wasn’t
looking at him or at Gracie.

“Everything okay?” Gracie asked.

“I think so, yeah,” Grant muttered.

“Was that your mom?” Lane asked when it was clear
Grant wasn’t going to share the information without them prying him open with a
crowbar.

“Yeah.”

“And?” Gracie asked, sounding incredibly anxious.

“She showed up on Morgan’s doorstep a couple of hours
ago.”

“Oh, my God, Grant, that’s great,” Gracie said, rising
to her feet and moving toward them.

For the first time since he’d ass-planted on the
couch, Grant looked up at Gracie. Lane watched as Grant reached for her,
pulling her down toward them both. Lane instinctively covered the family jewels
as her knee came down between his legs, her other knee going between Grant’s.

She was straddling their legs, her full attention on
Grant.

“What did she say?”

“My mom said she left my dad. For good. From what I
gathered, she started out on a road trip to see Morgan and had some car
trouble. She had to stop in some rinky-dink town on the way to Kansas to have
it looked at. That’s when she realized she left her phone charger at home, so
her cell’s been dead for at least three days.”

“She didn’t think to stop and pick one up at Walmart?”
Lane asked skeptically.

Grant turned his head, meeting Lane’s eyes as he
smiled. “That’s exactly what I asked her. She said she just wanted to get to
Morgan’s. She sounds good. Tired but good. It doesn’t sound like the trip was
an easy one.”

“Why didn’t she call to tell you she was leavin’ in
the first place?” Lane questioned.

Grant’s eyebrow cocked, his expression one of
disbelief. “My mother? Call me? It would’ve been a first. She said she just had
to get away from my father. According to her, she’s done with him.”

Lane wasn’t sure whether that was relief or concern in
Grant’s piercing blue eyes, but either way, it was better than the sheer panic
he’d witnessed there earlier.

Gracie leaned over and wrapped her arms around Grant’s
neck, hugging him tightly. One of Grant’s arms wrapped around her; his other
hand reached over and clutched Lane’s.

Yeah, so that was relief he’d seen — the proof was in
the reassuring squeeze of Grant’s hand.

“I’m so glad she’s safe,” Gracie said, drawing back
and then pressing her lips to Grant’s.

Lane hadn’t been planning to watch the kiss so
closely, but the way Grant’s hand tightened on his had him turning. Grant was
pulling Gracie in, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

Okay, so maybe relief was an understatement.

Grant didn’t release her, and the heat in the room
intensified tenfold. At this rate, the air conditioner was going to have to
kick into overdrive if it was going to keep up, because the flames these two
had ignited were beginning to lick at Lane’s balls, making his dick hard.

Christ.

When Grant released Lane’s hand, it was only so he
could slide it beneath Gracie’s shirt, quickly and efficiently relieving her of
the confining cotton.

Oh, yeah.

This was a fantastic way to end an emotionally draining
day.

Lane had resigned himself to watching the action, but
Grant stunned him when he reached over, pulling Lane to him, their mouths
fusing together. And all thought evaporated as Grant’s tongue slid into his
mouth, warm, soft, and … adamant.

Allowing Grant to take the lead, Lane kissed him back,
his arms pinned to his sides by the position they were in. With his eyes
closed, his mind whirring from the intensity of Grant’s kiss, Lane nearly leapt
off the couch when he felt a firm hand cupping his dick through his jeans.

The only response he had was to continue kissing Grant
and to thrust his hips forward, driving his erection against the wonderful
friction the hand was causing. When it was time to come up for air, Lane looked
down to see Gracie was rubbing him, grinding the palm of her hand against the
solid length of his rock-hard cock as she watched them both.

“I want to watch,” she whispered.

Lane’s dick twitched, and he would be surprised if
there wasn’t an imprint of his zipper now.

“Us?” Grant asked, sounding as breathless as Lane
felt.

“Yes.”

To prove she was serious, Gracie jumped up from her
perch on their thighs and moved back toward the recliner she’d been sitting in
earlier.

“And what are you gonna do while you watch?” Grant
asked.

Good thing Grant was in his right mind because Lane
was feeling a little lightheaded.

One minute he’d been worried about Grant, the next his
dick was hard enough to pound nails from a measly kiss. Then again, there
wasn’t anything measly about that kiss.

“Play with myself.”

“Christ, woman!” Lane exclaimed, his head snapping
around. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Her response was to bestow a glowing grin upon him.

He watched in utter fascination as her hands moved to
her belt buckle, deftly unhooking it, her fingers then moving to release the
button on her jeans before lowering the zipper. He could see shiny red silk
peeking out from the V in the fabric.

“Oh, hell,” Grant mumbled, his hand sliding up Lane’s
thigh.

Again, Lane pressed his hips up off the couch, trying
to get closer to Grant’s hand, wishing like hell he was naked so he could feel
Grant’s callused palm stroking him.

Lane continued to watch as Gracie removed every last
stitch of her clothing, her eyes moving back and forth between them as she did.
By the time she was stark naked, Lane was panting.

“You boys have on too many clothes,” she told them as
she lowered herself into the recliner, purposely driving them mad as she spread
her legs wide, giving them an unobstructed view of her pretty pink pussy.

Grant nudged him, but Lane couldn’t move. He couldn’t
pull his eyes off the soft, glistening flesh between her legs. He was desperate
to taste her, to drive her crazy with his tongue.

“Nuh-uh,” Gracie said, causing Lane to jerk his eyes
up to her face.

“What?” he asked dumbly.

“I’m watchin’. The only person who’s gonna touch me
tonight is me.”

He was just about ready to argue, but then Grant
abruptly pushed him. And before his mind could process just what was happening,
he found himself flat on his back, the sexiest cowboy on the planet lying atop
him.

And at that point, nothing else mattered.

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Grant was having an out-of-body experience.

His adrenaline level was higher than it’d ever been.
Between that and pretty much crashing from the relief of knowing that his
mother was okay, his head was buzzing.

Gracie wasn’t helping with her declaration that she
wanted to watch, either. On top of that, he was contemplating all of the things
he wanted to do to Lane
while
she watched. But the good thing was that
his family was now the farthest thing from his mind as he focused his full
attention on the cowboy beneath him.

Staring down at Lane, Grant studied Lane’s handsome
face, drinking him in. Lane’s dark eyes were smoldering as he peered back at
him. The shadow of beard growth on his jaw was intensely sexy, not to mention,
something Grant didn’t usually see. Lane was always so clean-shaven, but now
the hard contours of his face were camouflaged by the short, dark stubble.

Grant couldn’t help himself; he slid his fingers down
Lane’s jaw, letting the prickly hairs tickle the undersides of his fingers.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” Grant whispered,
his eyes darting to Lane’s mouth.

“Ditto,” Lane said on a breathless moan, his hips
rising toward Grant.

With one knee between Lane’s legs, Grant pressed his
thigh against Lane’s erection, grinding ever so slightly until Lane was
moaning, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Damn, that feels good,” Lane mumbled.

Grant didn’t linger for long. As much as Grant enjoyed
teasing this man, he really wanted Lane naked.

Pushing back so that he was sitting on his heels, one
knee still perched between Lane’s thighs, Grant made quick work of freeing
Lane’s cock from the confines of his jeans. In order to get him in the position
that he wanted him, though, Grant had to get up. When he did, he glanced over
at Gracie, who was eyeing them intently.

“Can you get the lube and condoms?” he asked her, his
eyes sliding back down to Lane. “I intend to bury my cock deep in his ass in
the next few minutes.”

Gracie sprang up from the chair, her sexy nude body
drawing Grant’s eyes back toward her. He checked out the sexy sway of her
heart-shaped ass as she sauntered into his bedroom.

Knowing she wouldn’t be gone long, Grant hurried to
lose his clothes while keeping his eyes on Lane. He was just lowering his jeans
to his ankles when Gracie came back in with a bottle of lube and the entire box
of condoms in her hand.

“That’s a little optimistic there, don’t ya think?” he
asked with a laugh.

“You never know,” she said with a smile before making
her way back to the recliner.

Stepping out of his jeans, Grant peered down at Lane,
who was still lying flat on his back on the short couch, his knees bent, feet
propped over the arm because he wouldn’t fit otherwise.

“Your turn,” Grant told him, holding out his hand to
Lane.

When he took it, Grant pulled him, helping him to his
feet before going to work on removing Lane’s clothes.

And then Lane was blessedly naked, and Grant was
incentivized to go to his knees directly in front of him, desperate to put his
mouth on Lane’s thick cock jutting out from his body.

Grant was rewarded with a sharp gasp from Gracie and a
deep, rumbling moan from Lane.

On his knees, he looked up the length of Lane’s body
while he engulfed Lane’s cock in his mouth, tormenting him until Lane’s hands
had fisted into his hair.

“I need to feel you,” Lane groaned. “I need to feel
you inside me.”

Grant understood the urgency. He was still riding the
adrenaline high from the afternoon’s events, so he didn’t hesitate before
rising to his feet. Standing directly in front of Lane, he pressed up against
him, using his fist to wrap around both of their cocks, sliding them together
before pressing his mouth to Lane’s.

As much as he loved kissing Lane, he couldn’t do so
for long because they were both moaning as the friction intensified.

“Grant,” Lane said on a sigh. “Oh, damn, baby, that
feels good. Keep stroking me. Fuck.”

Baby.