And I was ready to let her slip away because, regretfully, I feared nice girls like Grace didn’t do threesomes on graduation night. She didn’t sleep around. She was the sort of girl who’d date before falling into bed with a guy.
Sam and I were a couple of idiots who had done everything wrong. We were so hung up on her that we’d never before shown her how we felt. And neither one of us had ever asked her on a date—what a couple of jerks.
Nevertheless, I’d like to think she looked at us as we looked at her.
Hell, if she wanted to just be with Sam, I could leave them alone. Although I couldn’t promise that I wouldn’t listen at the door.
Her neck arched slightly, and her lips parted.
My brother continued to touch her in innocent places, but something about the situation affected her even so. She seemed to breathe a little heavier, and she gazed at me through large, black, dilated pupils.
But she didn’t say anything.
And the anticipation was killing me.
“Can I kiss you, Gracey?”
“Hmmm?” She gave a slight nod, and then our lips crashed together. Everything else in the room ceased to exist. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the softness of her lips, the sweetness of their flavor, the beauty of her fragrance.
Everything about her.
I’d dreamed of kissing her so often.
And now...
It was as good, if not better, than I imagined. And these damp swimming trunks clinging tightly to me weren’t going to hide anything.
CHAPTER FOUR
GRACE MILLER
Dreams do come true, after all.
Not ten minutes after Kelly left, I’d become an actual Gracey-sandwich on a bed, hardly wearing any clothes, and with complete privacy.
It was one thing to dream about stroking their bare chests as they took turns to kiss me, but I never believed it would happen. For real.
Just. Like. That.
First, Ryan and then Sam and then Ryan again took turns at teasing my mouth open. A tongue licked over my lips before probing inside. It entered me and explored the inside of my mouth in such a way as I could only dream about it doing the same to the rest of my body.
The reality of the passionate kisses was so much sexier than the fantasy, because I sensed every inch of the two men’s presence. The heat emanating from their firm bodies. Their passionate arousal and obvious attraction to me.
When I faced Sam for the umpteenth kiss, I felt a hand on my back working at the clasp on the bikini top. While he released me, Ryan’s lips moved across my shoulder blade. Once he had undone the bra, Ryan reached around me from behind to cup my freed, exposed breasts in his hands. He squeezed them, making me moan into Sam’s mouth.
My hand rubbed over the little bullet-hard nubs of Sam’s nipples while Ryan tweaked mine, and his erection rubbed against my ass.
Meanwhile, Sam’s wandering hands caressed everywhere—almost everywhere.
Everywhere that wasn’t covered by the cloth of my bikini panties.
My very damp bikini panties.
My very wet bikini, and that wetness was not residual pool water.
Skin to skin contact, which drove me wild as I wanted more.
Much more.
I got to thinking I might explode if they didn’t rip my bikini off soon and make me come.
I admired their self-control when they both so obviously had the same need.
The same very pressing needs.
Pressing firmly into me on either side, no less.
God, they felt huge. And hard.
So huge and hard.
The situation was both sexy and daunting at the same time.
I didn’t know whether I could satisfy them.
In fact, I felt sure I couldn’t, because I had a total of zero hands-on experience.
At some time, very soon, they’d realize they’d made a mistake taking dull Grace to bed. Inexperienced, virginal Grace, who didn’t really know what to do with one man and certainly couldn’t handle two.
I only had to remind myself that being such nice guys, they’d be gentlemanly about it all when they realized their mistake and discovered I wasn’t the sex-kitten they wanted.
But right then, I enjoyed myself in a way I’d never dared to imagine possible with two of the very hottest guys I’d ever met doing things I’d never done and set to go all the way.
Fuck. Would they want to go all the way? Of course they would. Did I?
I hadn’t set out that day expecting to lose my virginity when I didn’t have a boyfriend.
But my body arched and writhed of its own accord when Sam’s hand rested near the top of my thigh, on the inside, jammed between my legs. If we didn’t have our faces mashed together, he’d have seen me blush at the lewd thrusting of my body and the way I rammed my sex against his hand.
At the same time, my ass rubbed against Ryan, behind me, and I heard a soft groan from his direction.