AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Grace
Grace spent the week buried up to her neck in work. It was easier than dealing with her feelings and she was having a lot of those lately. Since Jon texted her telling her that Archer was alive and well, she was flooded with both feelings of relief and anger that her husband wasn’t the one to call and tell her that. How could he just leave her with no word? Grace still hadn’t told anyone about her separation. She wasn’t sure who she would tell if she worked up the nerve to admit that her husband left her after only a year of marriage. Shame and guilt plagued her when she wasn’t thoroughly angry with Archer, and she wasn’t sure what to do with her explosive mood swings.
That was why she was so thankful to Jon for texting her daily, to check in on her. If it wasn’t for him, she wasn’t sure what she would do. He brought back feelings that she thought were gone, and she worried that she shouldn’t be thinking about her husband’s best friend the way that she was, but Archer wasn’t there, and she was left to pick up the pieces of her broken life. If Jon wanted to help her glue those pieces back together, then she saw no reason to say no to him. She wanted to tell him yes—to everything, but she wasn’t sure if Jon would want her like that, especially when she turned him away, years earlier. Her other problem was that she still wanted her husband. She missed Archer every minute of every day, and that only added to the anger she directed at herself. If Archer came walking into her life tomorrow, she’d take him back in a heartbeat, and wasn’t that pathetic?
If Grace was being completely honest with herself, she wanted them both, and that little secret made her feel dirty and excited all at the same time. It was all she could think about every night, while she laid in bed, hoping that sleep would come. Instead, she was plagued with dreams of the three of them together while they all did wicked things to each other.
When Jon texted her tonight, she was in the bath, thinking about being sandwiched between him and Archer, fingering her clit. She was so fucking close when his message came through, she almost didn’t text back. But not talking to him wasn’t an option because tonight, she was going to tell him what she wanted and let the chips fall where they may. If Jon knew where Archer was, he would get him a message, or not. She’d leave the ball in his court.
What have you been up to today?Jon’s text left her an opening and she wanted to take it, but she worried that she was going too far, telling him that she was masturbating in the tub while imagining him and Archer kissing as she watched. Grace didn’t want to scare him off before they even started talking tonight.
I’m in the bath.She admitted.
Mmm. Jon texted back.Are you thinking of me or Archer?He boldly asked. Grace could feel her body heat at his insinuation.
Both.She admitted. She held her breath, waiting for him to text back and when he didn’t send a message immediately, she worried that she went too far.
Sorry, Jon. That was too forward of me. I hope you can forget what I just said. I’d hate for things to be weird between us.Grace found herself waiting again and she hated feeling so unsure about herself.
Meet me at the Plaza tomorrow night, Gracie.She had to read the message twice, just to make sure that she hadn’t imagined his request.
I don’t know if that is a good idea, Jon. Wanting you doesn’t mean that I don’t still want Archer. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you.Grace decided that honesty was her best route. They had been circling each other all week, making little jokes and sexy innuendos. She knew that sooner or later, it would come to a head, she just never imagined that Jon would ask her to do anything about it. She wanted to tell him, yes, but she wouldn’t lie and say that she was only thinking of him.
Just trust me, Gracie. Please just give me a chance—you won’t regret it.Grace thought about all the times she wondered what her life would be like if she had demanded what she wanted back in college. Jon was giving her the chance to have some of that fantasy now and she would be a fool to turn him down again. Archer chose to walk away from her, it was her turn to take what she wanted from life, and she wanted just one night with Jon.
All right. I’ll be there at seven. She texted back and turned off her cell. She didn’t want to take any chances that she would change her mind and text him back to cancel. Grace was determined to have her night with Jon. She didn’t know if her husband would ever want to work things out with her, but she was done sitting on the sidelines hoping for something to happen that never might come to light.
* * *
The next morning, a package arrived for her at her office, just after she got to work. She was thankful that she opened it while in the privacy of her office since it was the sexiest outfit that she had ever seen. She pulled the card from the lacy material and opened it. Jon’s messy handwriting made her smile, as she read his instructions.
Wear this to the Plaza tonight and don’t be late. Can’t wait to see you—all of you, Gracie.
She returned the card to the box and covered the scraps of black lace, putting it in her bag, for later. Grace couldn’t wait to see just what Jon had in store for her tonight, but a part of her felt a pang of guilt. She knew that Archer had walked away from her, but she still felt as though she was cheating on him, on some level.
The hours dragged on and when she finally left the office, she ran home to take a quick shower and dressed in the sexy outfit she was told to wear. She checked her reflection and felt completely unsure about the woman looking back at her. The black thigh highs felt like a second skin and the sexy black lace panties didn’t cover much of her body. She might as well be wearing nothing at all and that went for the see-through bra, as well. She was thankful that Jon had thought ahead and sent her the black trench coat to cover her lack of clothing. She sighed and pulled her long brown hair back into a sleek ponytail and slipped on the sexy heals that Jon sent with the outfit. It was now or never, she had just enough time to make it downtown, to the Plaza. Her stomach did a flip flop, as she slipped into the trench coat and grabbed her purse and keys. She was going to do this because living with regret was something that she had already done too much of.
It didn’t take long before she was standing outside of room 214, trying to decide if she was crazy for agreeing to meet Jon. He texted her with the room number, just after she left for the hotel. He also told her that there would be a blindfold on the door and that she was to put it on, before entering the room. Grace wanted to tell Jon no, but he told her that if she didn’t follow his instructions, to the letter, he would walk away, and they would forget any of this ever happened. Grace had come too far to turn back now. She pulled the blindfold over her eyes and knocked on the door, waiting for Jon to answer. She could feel her heart racing and even thought that she could hear the blood pumping through her veins. She needed to get herself under control, but every one of her senses was heightened with anticipation of what Jon would do to her tonight.
Grace heard the door creek open, and she held her breath, waiting for some sign that Jon was on the other side of the threshold. “Gracie,” he breathed. Jon took her hand and led her into the room, as she stumbled around.
“Jon is this blindfold really necessary?” she questioned. She heard his chuckle, and she could almost picture the smile on his handsome face. She wanted to see him, touch him and the blindfold was prohibiting her from everything she so badly needed to do.
“I want you to be in the moment with me, Gracie. Just indulge me, please,” he whispered. Jon untied her coat and slipped it off her shoulders. She liked the way his breathing hitched when he saw what she was wearing underneath.
“You like it?” she asked, suddenly feeling very shy and unsure of herself.
“I fucking love it, honey,” he growled. Jon ran his hands over her body, exploring her through the black lace. It had been so long since he touched her like that. He and Archer were the only two men that she had ever been with. They were so different from each other too. Archer was always so gentle and took his time with her. Jon was rougher and more demanding with her body. He made her feel a sense of urgency when he touched her, and tonight was no different. Grace felt that same need. It had been so long since Jon touched her, she couldn’t seem to get enough of him.
“Tell me that you want this, Gracie,” Jon begged. “Tell me that you want me.” Grace wasn’t about to lie now. She refused to hide from what she wanted or how she was feeling.
“I want you, Jon. I wish it was under different circumstances though,” she breathed. He was touching her, caressing her sensitive breasts through the scrap of lace that covered her nipples and her body felt on edge. Jon kissed his way up her neck and nipped and sucked her lips, teasing her, but not kissing her mouth.
“What circumstances would you change, honey?” he whispered into her ear. He aligned her body with his and pulled her wet core against his jean-clad erection. He palmed her bare ass, and she couldn’t help but shamelessly rub herself against him, needing to find some relief from the ache that was building inside of her.
“I wish,” she moaned as he ran his big hand up the seam of her ass. Grace pushed back against his fingers, as they dipped between her thighs, into her wet folds.
“Yes,” he teased. She smiled and knew that he was trying to make her forget her next thoughts and fuck if he wasn’t doing a good job of it.
