Free Hell's Kitchen by Lili St Germain, Callie Hart Page B

I’m more than used to—a stuttering sigh that means she’s really enjoying herself now. But is Gracie?
    Hard to tell. Her eyes are locked on my hand, on Shan’s naked skin, but it looks like her chest is rising and falling a little faster. I see her hand twitch, a slight inward motion, and then she’s uncurling her fist. She presses her open palm against the top of her thigh, wiping it, as though she’s suffering from sweaty palms. She shifts it sideways, tips of her fingers digging into her pants, and I know it. I fucking know it. She wants to touch herself. She wants to slip her hand down the front of her pants, and she wants to run her fingers over her pussy the same way I’m running mine over Shan’s. My dick was hard before, but all of a sudden it’s made out of fucking granite. I can’t think of anything I want to see more than that right now.
    Gracie’s eyes flicker up to mine, irritation clear as day in her expression, as though she knows she’s been busted and she’s mad about it. I smile a smile that feels about as wicked as they come. She looks away, closes her eyes, but I can tell that it takes effort.
    “Do it,” I say out loud.
    Shan twists her head, trying to look over her shoulder. “Do what?” she pants. Without looking at her I grab hold of the back of her head and turn it away from me. I don’t want to look at her and I sure as shit don’t want her looking at me. I don’t want her finally noticing Gracie, either. That would ruin the fun.
    “ Do it ,” I repeat, my voice low. “You know you want to.” Gracie opens her eyes and looks at me, and I can see immediately that I’m right. She does want to.
    “Okay. Okay, I’ll come,” Shan pants. “I’ll come just for you, baby.”
    Better make it a good one, bitch. It’s gonna be the last fucking time, I tell her in my head. I move my fingers quicker, plunging them inside her while reaching down with my thumb so I can rub her clit at the same time. That does the trick. Shan starts grinding her hips, rocking against my hand, her breathing becoming more and more labored as she draws closer to coming.
    Gracie watches all of this without blinking. Her hand’s right where she left it, fingers just shy of touching herself. I can’t look away from her. I haven’t touched my cock once and I think that can only be a good thing. If I were to take myself in my palm and stroke, I’d be fucked. And I pride myself on my staying power. I can hold off as long as I want to normally, but watching this woman on the brink of giving in and doing something seriously crazy is enough to destroy any hope I’d have of lasting more than five seconds.
    Gracie looks at me again and I mouth it at her: do it! And then, in my head, dear God, please fucking do it.
    Gracie’s head tips back, her jaw angled upward, making her neck long and beautiful, and she locks a furious gaze on me. Her lips part even further and then she’s mouthing something at me.
    Fuck.  
    You.
    I almost laugh. So she’s not going to make herself come for me after all. That’s a crying fucking shame, but I’m digging her attitude anyway. Just the shape of the word fuck on her mouth is enough to drive me crazy. I have to stop myself from throwing Shan off my lap and charging straight over there so I can lick and suck at the skin of her neck.
    All thoughts of my father, of Kaitlin, of Salvatore go up in smoke as I pump my fingers into Shan. As she begins to tremble even harder, so does Gracie.
    Shan’s about to come. She’s always been a screamer. She starts swearing, describing in haltering detail what she wants me to do to her as her pleasure washes over her. Gracie, on the other hand, bites her lip, pressing so hard with her teeth that her skin turns white. She sags against the wall, sweat beaded on her forehead, and I can tell she’s feeling something right now. I’m not sure what, but she’s definitely feeling something . The moment is over almost as quickly as it started