By the time Grant pulled back, Grace had shamelessly slid her hands into his hair, knocking his hat askew.
“Tell me you didn’t feel that,” Grant stated roughly, when he pulled away, his blue eyes boring right into her.
Grace was tempted to pretend she had no idea what he was talking about, but yeah… She came up blank.
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“I felt it,” Lane offered when the only thing he could hear was the roar in his own ears from watching the two of them kiss. The rumble of his blood through his veins was even louder than their combined labored breaths.
Neither of them paid him any attention.
Fuck.
He knew he should turn around. He should just open the door, walk out into the warm June night, and forget all of the urges he had right at that moment.
Like the urge to kiss Gracie.
Or the urge to kiss Grant.
Oh, fuck.
Gracie must’ve found her wits because she pushed Grant away as she managed to put at least a foot between herself and either of them. “Why’d you do that?” The exasperation in her tone was enough to push Grant back a step. Lane held his ground. At least for now she wasn’t aiming her ire at him.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long damn time, Gracie.” Grant’s tone was serious. Lane could tell the man was not playing games.
Then again, he knew just what that felt like, because last Friday night, Grant had looked at him the exact same way right before he’d damn near blown Lane’s mind with a kiss to rival all kisses. It didn’t matter that Lane had been the one to instigate that explosive lip lock.
And yep, Lane would be the first to admit, he’d had more than his fair share of kisses. From men and women alike. He was bisexual, he didn’t discriminate, and no, thanks to more than enough shit in his life, he’d spent years not being all that particular about whom he spent his time with.
Until he started working at Dead Heat Ranch.
Since then he’d changed. A lot.
And yes, a lot of it had to do with these two people standing right there in front of him.
The two of them combined made him want to be a better man. Wow, now that sounded like a stupid cliché. But hell, if it weren’t for them, he’d probably be working at a fast food joint right about now because he’d have burned more bridges than their small county even had.
“Have you always wanted to kiss him too?” Gracie asked, and Grant’s eyes opened wide.
Lane’s nearly bugged out of his head too, so yeah, his friend managed to maintain his composure significantly better than he was. Sure, Lane had known Gracie had watched them, but to hear her call them on it wasn’t quite what he expected.
“Yes. Does that bother you?”
Holy fuck.
Lane stared at Grant, his mouth hanging open. He looked like an idiot, he was sure, but shit. What the hell else was he supposed to do? You damn sure weren’t supposed to tell the chick you wanted to get with that you’ve wanted to kiss a guy.
They generally didn’t take it well.
“So fucking with me is just for sport?”
See. Perfect example.
“No one’s fucking with you, Gracie. Goddammit!” Grant yanked his Stetson off his head and slammed it against his jean-clad leg, turning away from Gracie.
“Sorry if I just don’t understand, Grant. Why don’t you explain it to me, huh? Tell me how it is that you want to kiss both of us? Are you that hard up? Or can you just not make up your mind?”
Well, hell.
Lane was damn glad he wasn’t in Grant’s boots right about now.
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If there was a manual on how to seduce a woman, Grant needed it. Stat.
He was going down fast and he knew it.
Then again, if he’d known that Gracie had been snooping where she didn’t belong on Friday, he might’ve gone about this differently.
Oh, shit. That meant she’d also seen… “Wait. Why were you at my cabin?”
Gracie didn’t speak and he knew she was trying to come up with an excuse.
“Why, Gracie? Why’d you come to my cabin?” It was an important question because, in all of the years he’d been hot for this woman, she had stayed as far away from him as possible. So why wasn’t she copping to it now?
“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that the two of you were pretty hot and heavy which was probably why you didn’t answer the door when I knocked.”
“Bullshit,” Grant argued. “The door was fucking open. You didn’t need to knock.”
He was stalling now too. He knew it.
And no, he wasn’t confused, but he knew it didn’t matter what he told her, she was going to use it against him.
Yes. He had kissed Lane. Fuck yes, he liked the shit out of it too. And hell, when Lane had sucked his dick Grant had been floating on a fucking cloud. Even hours after that, after Lane had gone back to his own cabin.
Closing his eyes as he smashed his hat back onto his head, Grant realized he should’ve been telling her all of these things.
Turning slowly, he glanced at Lane first, then Gracie.
“It’s complicated.”
“I’ll say,” Lane spouted. Always a damn comedian.
“Is that what you want too?” Gracie asked, this time her question directed at Lane.
“What? Both of you? Shit yeah.”
Ok, so it clearly wasn’t all that complicated for Lane.
Grant pinned him with a glare. He wasn’t helping.
“Both of us?” Gracie’s voice had lowered to tolerable levels as she stared up at Lane, her pretty pink mouth open. “Are you… Serious?”
“Hell yeah,” Lane said.
Sometimes Grant wished he had the confidence Lane had. For as long as he’d known him, the man spoke his mind. Not that that was always a good thing. But at least he didn’t keep it all bottled up the way Grant did.
Grant looked up to see Gracie staring back at him. An “Is this guy serious?” expression on her heart shaped face. Grant shrugged. And ok, that didn’t help at all.
“Please leave,” Gracie finally said. “I… I don’t have time for this shit.”
It was Lane’s turn to address the situation apparently because he stalked Gracie the same way Grant had when he’d first walked in. The big man didn’t stop until Gracie’s back came in contact with the wall that separated her living room from her bedroom.
Do not think about her bedroom, asshole.
Yup. He was now thinking about her bedroom.
Gracie lying prone on the bed, gloriously naked, Lane between her thighs…
Oh, fucking shit.
Grant was pretty sure he was having a heart attack.
“Sweet thing,” Lane told Gracie as he pulled his hat off his head.
That’s all he said. Two words. And Gracie was looking up at him as though she were about to consume him whole.
And then Lane kissed her.
The emotion that rendered Grant speechless wasn’t jealousy, but that’s about all he knew. As he watched, Lane plundered her mouth, his big hand gripping her thigh and pulling her leg up almost to his hip as he ground against her. And Gracie was fully on board, her arms circled around his neck as she attempted to climb his body.
“Holy fuck,” Lane whispered, his eyes still on Gracie as he pulled back.
“That’s the same thing you said when you kissed him,” Gracie spouted, pushing Lane away.
Damn the woman was giving some serious mixed signals here. She’d just kissed them both like she wanted to have them for dessert, yet she was still pushing them away. Then again, they were sort of tag teaming her. Which really wasn’t fair.