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Chapter 3

Grace

I have no idea where I got the nerve, but I stood on my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around Adam's neck, leaned against him, and pressed my lips to his.

I heard a moan escape his throat, and within seconds it was like we were right back in that hallway, with one of his arms wrapped around my waist, and his other hand cupping and squeezing my ass and pulling me close against him, only this time I was wearing a dress instead of a towel.

His mouth was warm and seeking. At first I tried to take out my frustrations in this kiss, trying to lead and force like Scott had in the barn.

But then I realized that Adam was nothing like Scott, and I stopped trying to push. I relaxed into
this
kiss, this kiss that was so similar to, but also so very different from, his brother's.

This kiss was smooth and searching. I melted against him, letting his kiss work into me like a warm, caramel whiskey instead of his brother's quick, hot, body-shot of tequila.

Weird that I was sorting them by bar drinks, but whatever. It fit.

Adam kissed me deeply, drinking from me as his hands slowly explored my body.

He broke the kiss, trailing little nipping bites over my jaw line and down the side of my neck. I let my head hang back, giving him access to every inch of my neck he could reach.

I felt one of his hands slide as low as he could get on my thigh, and he started inching my skirt up, sliding his hand underneath it, and letting the drape of the swingy fabric hide the fact that his palm was sliding up, up, over my bare flesh and finding its way again to the curve of my panty-covered ass.

His hand was warm, and I let loose a moan of my own as he kneaded and squeezed my ass and pulled me tighter to him.

I could feel the hard length of him against my stomach, under his jeans.

The hand that wasn't buried under my skirt slid up to my shoulder, sliding my dress strap over it, baring my shoulder to his wandering kisses.

He nipped me there as well, and I think I eeked out a noise as his teeth, scraping my skin, sent a wave of electricity through my body, and dampening the area between my thighs.

"You are so damn sexy, Grace. I've thought of nothing but kissing you like this since you crashed into me in the hallway."

I wanted to say that I'd thought of kissing him every day since that one, too, but my brain wasn't quite sure how to form words anymore.

"There you two are. I couldn't find... Damn, that is sexy as hell!"

A voice behind me made me jump, but Adam's grip tightened on me to calm my sudden shot of adrenaline about being caught by someone out here in the parking lot.

"Relax, it's OK. It's just Scott. OK?"

OK? Really? Like it was a normal thing to be making out with one brother while the other commented on how sexy it was?

But Adam's mouth felt so good as he kept kissing me. I swear his kiss was like a drug, lulling me and promising me that everything would be alright.

Scott's voice from behind me seemed deeper as he spoke again.

"Aw hell, Grace. It's almost as hot watching you kiss as it is kissing you. Turn her Adam, if she'll let you. Turn her to face me so I can kiss her, too."

Adam spoke this time, pausing in his exploration of my neck and shoulder, "Grace?"

I nodded before I could change my mind. I wasn't sure how this was going to play out, but no was the last thing I wanted to say right now.

I let Adam turn me, settling me against his front.

His arms wrapped around my middle as he kissed the other shoulder and that side of my neck. His one hand started to wander as Scott slowly stepped closer.

I kept my eyes open as Adam kept my back pressed to his front and slid one hand up, cupping my breast over my dress as Scott closed in.

Scott reached out to me, holding my face in his palms and sliding his thumbs over my cheeks. He searched my eyes for permission one more time before dipping his mouth to mine and finding my lips with his.

It felt so strange to be leaning back on one man, as another leaned in for a kiss.

Scott's kiss was soft. He seemed to want to make sure I was ok with every little step.

I opened my mouth to his seeking tongue and sighed as I was pressed between both men.

I was a little surprised at the tenderness in Scott's kiss, and was just relaxing into all of the new sensations when Scott's hand in my hair suddenly fisted, and his kiss got harder and more insistent.

Oh fuck!

My moan this time was louder, more urgent. I'd been gripping the sides of Adam's jeans behind me, holding on for dear life to something solid as my world was tilted upside down, but I released one hand from Adam and slid it around Scott's waist instead, pulling him to me hard as he deepened our kiss.

My hand found Scott's ass and squeezed like Adam had squeezed mine just moments ago.

I leaned my head back on Adam's chest as he nipped at my ear and explored my body. Scott's weight pressed against the front of me, pressing me harder and more fully against Adam behind me.

Scott's kiss was primal and needy and I kissed him back, matching every need of his with a need of my own.

Scott spun me again, facing me back toward Adam as he pressed against my backside now. His hands wandered, one seeking out my breast, squeezing it as it pressed against Adam's chest, hidden from any possible passers-by. His other hand found the hair at the nape of my neck again, tugging in that primal way, turning my mouth back over my shoulder to kiss him behind me as the hardness of his cock under his jeans rocked against my ass cheeks.

Adam took advantage of Scott making me arch back toward him, and he turned his attention to the neglected breast that wasn't being fondled by his brother's hand.

Adam tugged my dress's shoulder strap down farther, yanking my bra strap down with it, and baring my breast for the first time to this brother.

He took my pebbled nipple between his thumb and finger, and tweaked it, watching it harden even more under his touch.

He bent down some and licked it slowly, backing away again to blow softly on the now wet nipple.

I couldn't help it, I begged.

"Oh God, please."

"Please what, Grace?"

I didn't have any more words in me, I just whimpered and arched more, pressing my nipple against his lips again.

He rewarded me by taking it into his mouth and sucking softly.

As Adam teased and sucked one breast, Scott squeezed the other one.

Scott, behind me, let his hands wander more. He pulled the front of my dress up, sliding his hands over me until his fingers found the mound covered by my panties.

His fingers teased, rubbing back and forth along the slit, pressing between my lips as far as the fabric of my panties would allow.

"Wait! You made me come last time. It's my turn. I want to taste you."

Both brothers moaned in unison, sexy, needy sounds filling my ears in stereo.

"We can't Grace, we're in a parking lot. What we are already doing is pushing enough boundaries. If anyone walks by..."

"But, it doesn't seem fair that I get to...Oh! Umm..."

My words were cut off as Adam's fingers joined Scott's.

I felt Scott pull my panties aside, allowing Adam's fingers to tease the bared skin of my wet pussy.

"Oh fuck! You're so wet. Let us give this to you, Grace. Let me hear the sounds Scott already got to hear. I want to hear if the sound of your orgasm is as haunting as he says it is. Actually, what I really want to do is to taste you. I want to see if you taste as sweet as you smell, but Scott's right. A quick fingering fumble is all we can risk out here. Spread your legs wider for me, Grace. Oh, yes! Just like that."

I stepped my feet apart farther, feeling Adam's fingers slide over the slick skin between my legs. I couldn't help myself, I rocked myself against him.

Between Adam's hand bumping against my clit every time I rocked, and Scott's hard cock teasing my ass when I rocked his way, I was mindless with want.

Scott's fingers stopped holding my panties aside, since his brother was already sliding his around in my juices.

Adam slid one finger slowly inside me, and I gasped as Scott found the bared nipple Adam had abandoned.

Scott murmured in my ear from behind me as he played with my breast and his brother slid a second finger deep inside me.

"I knew you'd like this, having both of us. Damn, you are sexy as fuck, Grace. What I wouldn't give to be able to bend you over the hood of Adam's truck and sink my hard cock into your wet pussy."

Adam spoke up then, "Would you suck my cock while Scott fucks you from behind? That's after I taste you, of course. I want to lick you so bad right now. Yes, that's it, come for me. Let us bring you over that edge. Come for us Grace, right here against my truck."

Oh God! I was going to do exactly that. I rocked my hips harder, rubbing my wetness against Adam's hand as his fingers filled me. Scott's tenderly tugging on my nipples and biting my neck as Adam spoke such naughty words to me drove me over the edge.

I felt the waves finally build so high that they broke free, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me.

My head fell back against Scott's chest as he held me to him. I didn't trust my own legs to hold my weight, so I was grateful to be sandwiched between two strong, sexy men as I gave myself up to them and my pleasure.

As the waves faded I started to ask Adam, since he was the one I was still facing, "Are you sure I can't return the favor? Maybe if we climb into the bed of your truck and lay down?"

"Next time, love. I promise."

"Well, what do we have here? The dirty little slut who said she was too good for me obviously isn't too good to be double teamed in a dark parking lot, is she?"

I turned toward the voice, already knowing exactly who it belonged to. Jake.

And as he taunted me, I noticed that he had his phone out, taking either photos or video of what we had just been doing.

"What the fuck, Jake?"

"That's what I was going to say. What the fuck, Grace? What the fuck do you think your dad is going to say when he sees this? Guess he'll finally find out what a slut his perfect little daughter is, won't he?"

Chapter 4

Scott

There's nothing like going from being horny as hell one second, to pissed as hell the next.

When I heard Red's taunting words aimed at Grace, my first instinct was to reach out, grab him, and beat the ever-loving shit out of him.

Then, when his next words were to threaten her, and to show whatever he'd just caught on his phone to Doctor Danny, I wanted to escalate the beating, and just kill him. Add to that the thought of him watching the video, or looking at the pictures of Adam and I with the woman he wanted, well I was torn.

I didn't want Red getting off on something that was a private matter between the three of us. We'd been stupid to be so public with our heated make-out session. But, the knowledge that watching us, again and again, would torture Red so badly was almost enough to make me want to leave him alive and tied up somewhere, with whatever footage he caught running on a loop in front of his stupid face until he screamed.

As soon as all the poisonous words fell out of his mouth, though, the man spun on his heel as he took off at a dead run.

I wasn't sure if he was headed to Grace's dad to make good on his threat, or if he suddenly realized that taunting Grace in the presence of both Adam and I basically amounted to signing his own death warrant, but either way, watching Red run away like his ass was on fire was all the incentive I needed.

"Stay here, Grace!"

Adam and I both aimed the same words at her, as Adam unlocked and opened his truck, telling her to climb inside and wait. Then we took off after Red together.

He had the jump on us, since we'd stopped to see to Grace, and had to clear the cloud of lust from our blood to concentrate on the new, red cloud of anger and outrage, but we started gaining ground quickly.

Red darted around and between cars and the occasional person, aiming, it seemed for the more open ground of the rodeo arenas, but then he seemed to think better of leading us out into the dark and abandoned area, and he doubled back, aiming for the door to the dance hall instead.

He must have been drinking since we'd seen him last, as his first burst of adrenaline-filled escape faded quickly, to be replaced by a slower, weaving run, and a few stumbles, before we finally caught up to him a dozen feet from the dance hall's entrance.

I grabbed him by the back of his shirt, yanking hard.

He was pulled off balance and spun back into me, allowing Adam to bear hug him from behind and lift.

Red's booted feet started kicking, nailing both Adam and myself in the shins and legs, and he started yelling, "Let me go you fucking assholes."

Wanting to shut him up before he got the entire dance hall crowd out here, Adam pulled one hand out from around him, putting that hand over Red's mouth to quiet the yelling, but that weakened his bear hug considerably.

Red started to squirm and try to throw himself out of Adam's grip, so I punched him in the stomach as hard as I could.

I knocked the breath out of him, accomplishing my goal of shutting him up, along with the sheer pleasure of punching the guy who'd threatened Grace.

Damn, but that felt good.

I was tempted as hell to throw another punch to his jaw, just because, but this wasn't a fair fight.

I've never been the kind of man to go off beating the shit out of a man who wasn't standing on his own two feet and able to defend himself. Being held by mouth and waist by Adam, and lifted off the ground, was not how I wanted to kick Red's ass. Oh no, fair, and one-on-one, was the only way I was planning on getting my point across.

"Take him around back," I said to Adam.

"With pleasure."

We made it around back attracting as little attention as we could, but I knew for a fact that a fight wasn't going to stay a secret long. Bar fights were almost as big of an attraction as rodeo events were. I knew we only had minutes before word spread and the crowd inside spilled outside.

This would have to be done quickly.

Red had gotten his breath back by the time we reached the back of the bar. When Adam released him he didn't fall to his knees, he stood his ground eying both of us, his face swiveling back and forth between us.

"Give me your phone, Red. Save yourself some blood and bruises. Give me the phone, and you get to walk away mostly unhurt."

"Fuck you! And fuck you, too! Hell, you two should fuck each other and leave Grace alone."

Adam spoke up.

"You're the one who should leave Grace alone, Red. It was prety obvious on the dance floor earlier that she has no interest in you. Whatever relationship you two had, if any, is over. And honestly, I think it was pretty damned chicken shit of you to threaten her by showing her father whatever it was you think you saw."

"Oh, I know exactly what I saw. I saw her nice and snug between the two of you, and from the sounds, and the video I got with my phone, I can prove she isn't the high and mighty princess she appears to be. If her daddy knew what she was up to, he'd disown her, quick as a bullet. All that vet school money she's counting on? Gone. Her standing in this town? Gone. Her ability to take over his vet practice when he retires eventually, gone as well."

"That may or may not be true, but either way- why would you want to do that to her? What has she ever done to you?"

"That's none of your damned business, now is it?"

I nodded.

"True enough. But what is my business is that phone. I'll ask you again, Red. Hand it over, or I'll pull it out of your pocket when you're laying bloody and broken in the dirt. Your choice. We both know you aren't walking away with it. You can give it up and stay in one piece or I'll take it from you after I break you in a lot of small, painful pieces."

Red's eyes shot back and forth between me and Adam.

Adam stood aside, watching us.

He thought like I did about fair fights. We always had each others backs, but two against one here wasn't going to happen. He'd keep the growing crowd back as much as he could, to give us room, and he'd jump in if anyone of the growing number of onlookers decided they wanted to help Red, but for right now, he was content to watch.

I took a step closer to Red, and enjoyed the panicked look on his face when he took his own step backwards, only to run into the wall of the bar.

I watched him realize that he had only a few options.

He could give me his phone, or he could try to fight his way past me.

I stood and waited for his decision.

I watched his thoughts roll across his red face. I could practically see him playing a fight with me over in his mind. Maybe in his mind he won, maybe in his mind he lost, but I knew that he knew that he was not walking out of here with video of Adam, Grace and I on that phone. Even if he miraculously won against me, I could see the knowledge in his eyes- he knew that even if he won, he'd then have to get by Adam.

His eyes surveyed the few people that had come out here hoping to see a fight. A couple dozen had already gathered, but he knew more were coming.

I could read on his face that his decision had changed. He was now trying to decide not if he could win, but which outcome would be the most humiliating- to hand me his phone and walk away, or get his ass kicked by two brothers, one after the other, and then still lose his phone.

I watched as his jaw clenched, and some of the bluster went out of him. He knew he was beaten, and he cast his eyes down toward the grass and made a motion to pull his phone out of the back pocket he'd shoved it into when he'd taken off running.

And then Grace showed up.

"You are a grade- A asshole, you motherfucking, cock sucking, cheating, abusive bastard. I broke up with your cheating ass and what did you do when I caught you? You first blamed me.
If I was more of a woman,
you said. And when I told you where you could stick that, what do you do? You fucking tried to hit me! That's what happened when I caught you, doing shit you had no right to be doing. Do you know what's going to happen now that you caught me? Doing something you may not like or approve of, but that I have every damn right in the world to be doing? Nothing, that's what! Cause you are going to give up that phone, and crawl away like the lilly-livered punk ass bitch that you are, that's what. And..."

As Grace turned the corner, a path clearing for her as she aimed her fury at a suddenly stunned and wide-eyed Red, he pulled his bluster back around him like a suit of armor, tucked his phone back into his pocket, took a deep breath and threw himself at me.

All I could think as I blocked his first pissed but awkward punch aimed at my face was, "Damn it Grace, I had this!"