Saving Grace by Unknown (romance book recommendations txt) 📗

"Come on Cole," I heard Austin say as the haze of sleep began to float over me, "let's let Gracey get some rest."

As the men left the room, I pulled the covers up over my body to keep the chill air off of me. The last thing I heard before floating away was Cole saying he was going to town. The words drifted over me and I could barey make them out.

"...unfinished business with the sheriff..."

But I was too tired to care. The heavy darkness of sleep drifted over my eyes and my mind.

Chapter 13: Exposed in Town

I knew it was noon or close to it when I woke up because of the way the light was coming in through the window. As I shifted my weight on the bed, I immediately felt the tightness of the plug in my rear hole and I grimaced at the way it felt. Reaching a hand around behind myself, I felt the hard glass end of the thing sticking out of me. As my fingers nudged the end of it, I felt it move inside myself. A tiny moan escaped my lips as the feeling of it moving inside me sent a strange arousal through me.

I rolled over onto my back and listened carefully. No one seemed to be in the house. Still ashamed of being kept this way, my curiosity got the better of me and I spread my legs open and craned my neck to see if I could see the thing. It turned out I could just barely see the end of it. Now I had a plain view of my pussy, something I'd never looked at before. I stared at myself, marvelling at the thick folds of skin that curved inward upon themselves. That same tickling ache started in my middle.

Biting my lower lip, I ran a finger down the inside of my thigh and touched myself softly. Wetness. Almost immediate wetness. I let my finger travel further, until it touched the wet coming out of me. I sucked in a breath. It was as if what the men had put inside me made everything I did feel better. As if every sensation was heightened by it. I couldn't resist but reach down further, past my opening until I was touching the hard end of it again.

I nudged it slightly. Another moan. I nudged it again, twisting it this time. A groan. It was as if I wasn't in control of my own body. All I had to do was touch the plug and my body responded of its own will. I couldn't help but try again, a little harder. My body reacted right away. Staring down between my thighs I watched my lips swell and open before my eyes as I moved the thing inside myself. I was so lost in the pleasure I was giving myself that I barely noticed the door open. Only when I looked up to see Cole standing there with the sherrif at his side did I register what was happening and let out another scream.

Cole stepped forward quickly, sat down and put his arms around me, making me feel safer immediately. But the blush that rose to my cheeks made my whole face swell red. What in the hell was the sherrif doing in my house? In my room? Why he'd just stepped in to see me nude, my legs parted, my neck craned to try and see my own sex and that...that thing pointing out of me! The thought made me bury my head in Cole's shirt and not want to look up ever again.

"It's alright sweetheart," Cole rumbled, the sound travelling through the wall of his chest and into mine. This was so humiliating! I hated the sherrif and they knew that! How could they bring him into my room where I was completely naked and without a stitch of clothing to put on? "Sherrif's come by because I asked him to."

I lifted my eyes and shot Sam Spencer a glare from where I was cowering behind Cole's massive chest. Cole pushed me away slightly but I clung to him, his body being the only thing shielding me from the Sam's eyes. "Now Gracey, don't be like that. I'd like you to say hello to our guest. Properly."

My temper had started to burn inside me from the moment I'd seen Sam step into the room. But I knew what was coming if I didn't do as Cole asked. My rear still remembered the last time I'd acted out. I huddled closer to Cole, wishing that the whole thing would just go away, that Sam had never stepped into the room and that Cole hadn't either. "Gracey," Cole said gruffly, pulling himself away from me and standing up. I could feel Sam's eyes all over my body, raking up and down my curves. I tried covering my breasts with an arm, but that was barely covering anything at all. To my embarassment and confusion, my nipples had hardened as well.

"Gracey, you'll do as I ask or you'll be spanked," Cole said, his tone even and firm. I knew he meant it. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't look Sam in the eye and greet him politely, naked as I was. I felt Cole's strong hands on my hips. Then I felt myself being lifted and turned around and put back down on my hands and knees. I looked back in time to see Cole's massive palm raised,

"Alright!" I squealed. His hand hung in the air then came down slowly, gently touching the cheek of my rear. As much as I didn't want to be nice to Sam or anyone in this state, my behind still stung from the last spanking I'd received and I didn't fancy not being able to sit down.

"Alright what?" Cole asked quietly, petting the curve of my cheek softly, his fingers dipping perilously close to my sex.

"Alright. Hello Sam,"