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“Don’t ever apologize, Bambi. That was hot, but I’d rather not walk to your room sporting a hard-on. I don’t know who else might see,” Dom grumbles as he adjusts himself, and I let Gracie go so she can stand in front of me.
“Let's go,” Gracie says, taking Carter’s hand and leaving the room. I pause and take a few breaths as Dom mutters about naked mole rats. I start to pace, and my hands shake. Dom notices and grabs my arm to stop me.
“What’s going through your head, King?” I laugh and grip my dark-brown hair tight, giving it a little pull. The pain grounds me, and I sigh.
“I want this more than anything, but why do I feel guilty? I think I might actually sit this one out,” I mutter, and Dom laughs.
“Fuck, I thought I was the only one. This feels right, but I know what you mean. I say we just go upstairs and see what happens?” He takes a deep sigh and pulls out his phone, frowning.
“You should text him. He’s been blowing up my phone too.” He nods. I move over to the small table, grab our dirty pie dishes, toss them in the trash, then head out to the hall.
Paper plates and plastic forks for the win.
I wait for Dom to turn off the lights, then follow him up the stairs and to Gracie’s room. Gray pops out of his room in the dark hallway, scaring the ever-lasting shit out of me.
“Door open. I don’t know what’s going on, but you make her laugh, so I’ll keep my mouth shut. Just know that things are different now. Gracie is fragile. Don’t hurt her. I couldn’t kick Ash’s ass because he just lost his sister, but I will take you three down.” He moves back to his room but leaves his door cracked.
“Damn, Gray can be scary,” Dom mutters, and I agree. We reach Gracie’s room and see her laughing on her bed as Carter blows raspberries on her neck. She looks radiant, and her smile when she notices us has me willing to drop to my knees.
“Hey, we were about to start a search party,” she teases with a wink, and I grin. Dom closes the door and locks it even with Gray’s warning, and I snort.
Gracie climbs from the bed and walks over to the closet. “So there are three of you and one bed. I think I could share with two, but you guys will have to play rock, paper, scissors, shoe to see who gets the floor. Or you can go next door to the guest room,” she says with a shrug, and I gape at her.
“Did you just say shoe? Like the thing you wear on your foot?” I ask, and she nods, biting her bottom lip.
Carter is rolling on the bed, laughing so hard he’s clutching his stomach, and Gracie looks worried. Dom smacks him, and he calms down. I move closer and grab her waist, pulling her into me.
“It’s shoot, baby. But I like your version better,” I whisper, and she gives me a big smile.
“Oh, sorry. I’d blame the memory loss, but I think I’ve always thought it was shoe,” she says, and I have to kiss her.
Fuck, she’s adorable. She’s different than before, new, but she has moments where I get glimpses of the old Gracie. The one who would share her lunches with me because she knew I didn't have any. Or she would spend hours helping me with my English assignments because she knew I struggled.
“Okay, stop hogging her,” Carter demands, pulling Gracie away from me. She gasps and then squeals when he tosses her over his shoulder and smacks her ass, causing her to moan and all of us to groan.
He tosses her back on the bed, and I watch her tits bounce as she does. Gracie has always had a killer fucking rack. Ash used to brag about fucking them. Maybe I will get to someday.
“Okay, baby girl, so this is how it’s going to go. The three of us are going to see how many times we can make you cum before you pass out. No dick play today, just our fingers and mouths,” Carter says as he climbs on the bed and leans over, lifting her shirt and kissing her stomach down to the waistband of her yoga pants.
She squirms and gasps. “That is if you want that. Or we can all climb into bed and get some sleep. It is a school night, after all,” he whispers against her skin, and she whimpers. Her legs move, and I know she’s looking for friction.
“God, yes,” she groans as she grips Carter’s blonde locks and tugs him up to her lips so she can kiss him.
I glance at Dom and see him stripping his hoodie, pulling it over his head along with his shirt. I kick off my shoes and socks, then pull down my pants, leaving me in my boxers, and climb on the bed next to Gracie.
Carter is now on top of her, grinding against her clit as she wraps her legs around him. He groans when I run my hands between them and under her top. Gracie pants as he backs away.
Her face is flushed, and her hair has fallen out of her messy bun thanks to Carter’s hands. She turns her head and looks at me. I lick my lips, and she nods, reaching for me. Leaning closer, I run my hand lower, dipping into the band of her pants. She’s soaked, and when I dip my finger under her lacy panties, I know she will be soaking my hand in no time.
Dom turns her bedroom light off, submerging us into darkness, then moves over to the bathroom to flip that switch on. I press a kiss on her collarbone, and she moans as Carter shuffles down her body and gently pulls down her pants. I remove my hand and lick my fingers.
She grips the back of my neck and pulls my lips to hers. The bed moves, and Dom lays on her other side. He reaches for the hem of her top and pulls it up and over her tits. I pull away from her lips so I can get my first real peek at them, and fuck they are better than I imagined.
Perky, more than a handful, with nipples the perfect size for me to lick and nibble on. Dom pulls the cup of her bra down, exposing one, and I groan as he dips his head and sucks it into his mouth. Gracie’s back arches from the bed, and she moans loudly.
I move back to her lips to muffle her cries. We don’t need Gray or her parents to barge in and ruin our fun. My dick aches, and I know this is all about her, but I need some relief. Dom said she wasn’t getting any D, but he didn’t say she couldn’t touch it.
“Baby, I need your hand,” I mumble against her lips, and she whimpers as Carter licks up her panty-covered slit. She lets my neck go and trails her fingers along my toned chest, over my six-pack, and down to my rock-hard cock. She doesn’t go under my boxers, instead squeezing me through the material.
