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CODY

I lean against the doorframe for a beat longer, my arms crossed, watching them. Grace stands between Nash and me, her chest rising and falling fast, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. I’ve seen this before. Felt it before. The moment before the rules break.

This isn’t the first time I’ve shared a woman with Nash. The last two women who came to “try out” for this life wanted to pretend they could handle all of it, until they realized sharing wasn’t a fantasy they could keep living in.

It never hurt me. Not really. I’ve learned not to get attached, unlike some of my brothers and cousins.

But Grace?

Grace has already cracked a part of me open that I don’t know how to close. Seeing her begin to light up parts of this family that have been living in gloom is something that’s impossible to ignore.

I watch the way her eyes flick from Nash to me and back again.

So wide and curious, starving for something she can’t identify yet.

My dick hardens at the sight of her biting her lower lip, standing there in those cute, sinful little pajama shorts and that thin camisole, trying to act like she’s still deciding.

I know she’s decided. I practically smell her submission in the air.

I’ve waited too long for pleasure that wasn’t delivered by my left hand, and if what Jaxon says is true, we’ll be doing Grace a damn favor. She won’t be fucking her pillow tonight with me and Nash to satisfy her.

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. In this.

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 that makes 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.”

Hell, what man’s gonna say no to that? I lean back, resting my hands behind my head, watching as she slides down between us.

Nash groans as she palms him, and when her hand wraps around me next, I damn near see stars.

She works us both with slow, wicked confidence, switching between us, teasing, tasting, licking.

When she takes me deep in her throat, her eyes holding mine the whole time, I have to fist the comforter to stop myself from reaching out and grabbing her hair.

It’s messy, hot as sin, and the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart,” I grit out, hips jerking when she takes me deeper.

Nash lets out a sharp curse under his breath, his hand sliding into her hair, guiding her gently but firmly as she switches back to him.

“Fuck, Grace,” he rasps. “You’re perfect.”

I watch her lick him, swirling her tongue around the head, then swallowing him deep, her lips slick and swollen, and I know right then we ain’t ever gonna be the same after this. None of us.

She has to stay.

She pulls back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, breathing hard and smiling like the devil herself. “I aim to please.”

I chuckle, pulling her up to straddle my lap. “You more than please, darlin’. But there’s more to come.”

The shift happens naturally, like we’ve done this a hundred times before, even though this is new.

Grace slides back onto the bed, hair wild, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with want.

Nash and I exchange a look over her body, drinkin’ up her long legs spread for us, soft curves begging to be touched, tasted, claimed.

I crawl between her thighs first, dragging my palm over the inside of her knee, feeling her shiver under my touch. “You ready for me to fill you, darlin’?” I ask, voice low and rough.

“Please,” she whispers, needy and breathless .

I slide inside her slow and deep, groaning at the way her body takes me in, slick and warm and tight. I brace my hands on either side of her head and rock my hips into hers, slow at first, letting her adjust, then harder when she moans and arches into me, nails scoring down my back.

“Goddamn,” I grit out, biting her shoulder gently. “You feel so damned good.” I roll her until she’s on top of me, and Nash kneels behind her, running his hands over her back and her ass, kissing the spot between her shoulder blades. “You okay, Gracie?” he asks against her skin.

She nods frantically, barely able to speak as her hips snap over and over.

“Yes… more, please…” With a grunt of approval, Nash presses her into my chest and positions himself behind her, running his hands down her sides.

“This might hurt,” he tells her, stroking down her spine with careful, calming fingers.

“But relax, and it’ll feel good, I promise. ”

When he lines up his dick along the underside of mine and pushes, Grace tenses. I clasp her face in my hands and force her to look at me. “You’ve got this, princess. You can take it. Let Nash in. Let him spread you open. Let him ride this perfect body.”