nothing but taking every stitch of clothing off him and licking him from head to toe.”
Luke shifted, an uncomfortable surge of heat racing to his crotch. Damn if the woman wasn’t direct. He liked that in a girl. Didn’t like stupid games and fluttering eyelashes.
“That’s the problem with you, Gracie. You always settle for men who can’t stand up to you,” Michelle interjected.
Luke nodded in agreement. Michelle was right on there.
Another sigh from Gracie. “I want someone who can make my fantasies come alive, Chelle. Is that too much to ask? A guy who can be adventurous in bed and not come across like a freaking fruit loop?”
Fantasies? Luke shifted again and rubbed his palm across his shirt. Gracie had fantasies? Who knew?
“What kind of adventures are we talking about here, Gracie?” Michelle asked in a cautious voice.
Yeah, what kind of fantasies? Damn it, he only had a few minutes before Jeremy was going to come busting in with the rest of the food. Then he’d never find out what made Gracie tick.
There was a long, silent pause.
“Nothing illegal,” Gracie cracked. “At least I don’t think they are.”
“Quit joking and spill it,” Michelle said. “The guys will be in soon.”
“Oh, I fantasize about bondage, a little spanking, maybe a whip or two. The idea of being tied up gets me hotter than I’d like to admit,” Gracie said ruefully. “But…”
But what? Luke wanted to yell.
“More than anything I’d love to experience a ménage.”
“Gracie!” Michelle exclaimed. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Gracie said in a low voice. “Two sexy men, all their attention on me, pleasuring me? Yeah, I think about it a lot. I just don’t know how to make it happen.”
“Holy shit,” Michelle whispered loudly. “Have you thought about taking out an adult ad or something?”
“Yeah, I have,” Gracie replied. “I’ve thought about it a lot. But the thought scares me. Who knows what kind of freaks are out there.”
Adult ad? Luke wanted to march in and throttle her. He would have but he was still thrown for a loop by what she’d admitted. Gracie, his Gracie, had triple X fantasies.
“Face it, Chelle. I’m not sure there’s a man out there who can satisfy my needs in bed. Maybe I’m expecting too much. I just know I’m not settling for less ever again. I’m done with the Keiths of this world. If I can’t find a man, I’ll stick to my toys and self-gratification.”
Not sure there’s a man out there who could satisfy her huh. Luke’s mind whirled with all he’d overheard. So she wanted a threesome. It was obvious Luke had spent far too much time looking at Gracie as a best buddy and a hunting/fishing partner. It certainly wasn’t every day he found a woman who wanted all the things that had gotten him tossed out of so many women’s beds.
Ménage. She wanted a ménage. He couldn’t wait to talk to Wes. He had a feeling his buddy would be very interested in what their good pal Gracie wanted out of her sex life.
Man enough? She didn’t realize it yet, but she’d thrown down the challenge. And damn if he wasn’t going to be the man to answer it.
Chapter Two
Gracie dug into her food, sighing with pleasure as the tender meat hit her tongue.
“Good?” Jeremy asked.
“Run away with me,” Gracie declared. “What does Chelle have that I don’t? We can live on your barbeque and be beach bums.”
Jeremy grinned and started to reply.
Gracie held up a hand. “No, don’t answer that. I’m not up for a list of the ways I don’t measure up.”
Wes and Jeremy looked curiously at her while Luke made it a point to stare down at his plate. Gracie cringed. Instead of coming out jokingly as she’d intended, it sounded sad and resigned.
She glanced over at Michelle and made an “oops” face the others couldn’t see. Then she focused back on her food, cutting another bite of the brisket.
Her breakup with Keith bothered her more than she liked. Not only had the sex
Luke shifted, an uncomfortable surge of heat racing to his crotch. Damn if the woman wasn’t direct. He liked that in a girl. Didn’t like stupid games and fluttering eyelashes.
“That’s the problem with you, Gracie. You always settle for men who can’t stand up to you,” Michelle interjected.
Luke nodded in agreement. Michelle was right on there.
Another sigh from Gracie. “I want someone who can make my fantasies come alive, Chelle. Is that too much to ask? A guy who can be adventurous in bed and not come across like a freaking fruit loop?”
Fantasies? Luke shifted again and rubbed his palm across his shirt. Gracie had fantasies? Who knew?
“What kind of adventures are we talking about here, Gracie?” Michelle asked in a cautious voice.
Yeah, what kind of fantasies? Damn it, he only had a few minutes before Jeremy was going to come busting in with the rest of the food. Then he’d never find out what made Gracie tick.
There was a long, silent pause.
“Nothing illegal,” Gracie cracked. “At least I don’t think they are.”
“Quit joking and spill it,” Michelle said. “The guys will be in soon.”
“Oh, I fantasize about bondage, a little spanking, maybe a whip or two. The idea of being tied up gets me hotter than I’d like to admit,” Gracie said ruefully. “But…”
But what? Luke wanted to yell.
“More than anything I’d love to experience a ménage.”
“Gracie!” Michelle exclaimed. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Gracie said in a low voice. “Two sexy men, all their attention on me, pleasuring me? Yeah, I think about it a lot. I just don’t know how to make it happen.”
“Holy shit,” Michelle whispered loudly. “Have you thought about taking out an adult ad or something?”
“Yeah, I have,” Gracie replied. “I’ve thought about it a lot. But the thought scares me. Who knows what kind of freaks are out there.”
Adult ad? Luke wanted to march in and throttle her. He would have but he was still thrown for a loop by what she’d admitted. Gracie, his Gracie, had triple X fantasies.
“Face it, Chelle. I’m not sure there’s a man out there who can satisfy my needs in bed. Maybe I’m expecting too much. I just know I’m not settling for less ever again. I’m done with the Keiths of this world. If I can’t find a man, I’ll stick to my toys and self-gratification.”
Not sure there’s a man out there who could satisfy her huh. Luke’s mind whirled with all he’d overheard. So she wanted a threesome. It was obvious Luke had spent far too much time looking at Gracie as a best buddy and a hunting/fishing partner. It certainly wasn’t every day he found a woman who wanted all the things that had gotten him tossed out of so many women’s beds.
Ménage. She wanted a ménage. He couldn’t wait to talk to Wes. He had a feeling his buddy would be very interested in what their good pal Gracie wanted out of her sex life.
Man enough? She didn’t realize it yet, but she’d thrown down the challenge. And damn if he wasn’t going to be the man to answer it.
Chapter Two
Gracie dug into her food, sighing with pleasure as the tender meat hit her tongue.
“Good?” Jeremy asked.
“Run away with me,” Gracie declared. “What does Chelle have that I don’t? We can live on your barbeque and be beach bums.”
Jeremy grinned and started to reply.
Gracie held up a hand. “No, don’t answer that. I’m not up for a list of the ways I don’t measure up.”
Wes and Jeremy looked curiously at her while Luke made it a point to stare down at his plate. Gracie cringed. Instead of coming out jokingly as she’d intended, it sounded sad and resigned.
She glanced over at Michelle and made an “oops” face the others couldn’t see. Then she focused back on her food, cutting another bite of the brisket.
Her breakup with Keith bothered her more than she liked. Not only had the sex
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