Hard work has never been something I’ve shied away from, and giving Grace the full Delaney experience is exactly what I want to do after a long day of ranch work.
My gaze trails down her soft curves, and my throat tightens. A fucking vision. In fewer clothes, she’ll be perfect.
I step forward, voice low, rough. “Nash. Kiss her.”
Nash doesn’t hesitate. He cups her face and leans down to kiss her soft and slow. Grace melts into him, her arms sliding around his shoulders, pulling him closer. I move in behind her, my chest brushing her back, feeling the shiver that ripples through her. I gather her long hair in my hand, sweep it off her neck, and press my lips to that sensitive spot beneath her ear.
She gasps into Nash’s mouth and shivers, already so responsive and aroused.
“Easy, sweetheart,” I murmur against her skin, my drawl thicker than usual. “Ain’t no one gonna rush you. We’re gonna take our time and make you feel good.”
My hands skim up her ribs, slow and sure, under the thin fabric of her camisole, cupping smooth, warm skin. Her breathing hitches against my palms as my thumbs brush the swell of her breasts. At the same time, Nash’s hands slide down her hips, holding her steady between us.
I lean back to look down at her. Her lashes are heavy, lips parted, chest rising hard and fast between us. She’s already lust-drunk, and damn if that doesn’t get me harder than the head of a mule with something to prove.
“Damn,” I whisper, shaking my head. “Look at you.Didn’t know heaven was waiting under my own damn roof.”
She laughs breathlessly, leaning her head back against my chest, her fingers tightening on Nash’s bare shoulder. That little sound just about undoes me.
Nash meets my eyes over her shoulder, and the message is clear: You ready?
I was born ready.
Grace turns in Nash’s arms to face me, cheeks flushed, eyes bright and full of something between wonder and wickedness. I take her by the hips, guiding her backward onto the bed with a soft thump. She stares up at us, wild hair fanned out, breathing like she ran across the whole damn pasture.
Nash shoves his pajama pants down and kicks them aside. I follow suit, kicking off my boots, stripping my shirt, and discarding my jeans as I crawl onto the bed beside her. She watches every move like she’s memorizing it, biting her lip.
“You’re so damned beautiful,” Nash says, his hand skimming her thigh.
“My cousin’s not wrong,” I murmur against her shoulder. My hand slips under her jaw, tilting her face up so I can see her heat, her trust, and her hunger, and I swear, I could lose myself right here. In her. Inthis.
We start real slow. My fingers work the hem of her top, sliding it up over her ribs, baring that soft skin inch by inch. Nash kisses Grace again, deeper now, and I interrupt only to slide the thin fabric up and off, tossing it onto the floor.
We both stare for a beat.
“Damn,” I murmur. “You’re somethin’ else, sugar.”
Nash bends to take her nipple into his mouth, and her back arches right up off the mattress. Her fingers reach for my dick, but I ease her hands away with a grin and whisper, “Patience, darlin’. We ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
We worship her. That’s the only word for it. Nash kisses down her stomach while I stroke and tease every place thatmakes her moan and writhe between us. Her legs tremble, her hands fisting in the sheets.
I keep what Levi told me at the front of my mind. How she struggles to relax into pleasure. How he had to coax it from her with slow focus and praise. While Nash licks her pretty pussy, I play with her nipples and press my mouth to her ear so I can whisper to her all the things she needs to hear.
“You’re so pretty, Gracie. So perfect. Look at you with your legs spread and my cousin’s tongue between your legs. You love it, don’t you? You love two men touching you, tasting you. You love being our good girl. Our precious girl.”
She sighs, and her whole body seems to melt into the bed as she grips Nash’s hair.
I continue. “Come, Gracie. Let go. You can do it, precious girl. You’re right there, right on the edge, trembling, panting, ready to give Nash all your sweetness. Let him taste you. Let him feel you convulse around his fingers. Give it to us. Let us see.”
She gasps, stiffening as Nash moans, and I squeeze her breast, pinching her nipple in the rhythm of Nash’s tongue. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re doing it. You’re coming. So pretty. So perfect. So right for us.”
I watch her fall apart, and I swear I’ve never been so hard in my life.
“Look at that, Nash,” I say, brushing the sweat-damp hair from her cheek. “She’s already boneless. And we ain’t even started yet.”
Grace surprises the hell out of me when she rolls over, pushing me gently to sit back against the comforter. Her hands trail down my chest, nails scraping in a way that makes my breath hitch. Nash watches from beside me, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded, his muscles coiled.
“I want to take care of you both,” she whispers, kissing along my jaw. “Let me.”
