Auctioned Mates Revenge
Chapter 50

Glenda's

POV

I didn't know what to think. Even Alyssa was silent as Grace trembled and seemed to relax in his arms. I was feverish. Heat and pleasure pooled and pulsed between my legs and I was confused. My nipples were sensitive, brushing against the fabric of the dress.

I was aroused, but I didn't know how to understand that. My head was spinning. Matt's gaze had never left me even as he was fingering Grace beneath her dress.

This wasn't the first time I had been in the area with another woman in a s****l situation. A lot of men at Midnight and Larry's had a threesome fantasy and were willing to pay to make it come true. This was the first time, however, that I didn't think the other woman didn't enjoy it, and I was actually aroused.

The driver rolled down the partition. He was probably looking through the rearview mirror at Grace panting and splayed across Matt's lap with his hand between her legs. He nuzzled into Grace's shoulder and slipped his hand from beneath her dress. "We've arrived, sir."

Matt smirked, "Give us a moment, hm?"

"Of course, sir," the man said, but didn't roll the partition back up.

"Good girl," Matt said against Grace's shoulder, "Think you can stand?"

"I... can try."

He flashed me a grin, "Sorry, Renda. Not a long enough drive to verify the coloring."

I cleared my throat and smiled at him, "The night is still young."

Matt chuckled and shifted Grace off his lap before opening the car door and stepping out.

He helped Grace out first and steadied her on her feet before helping me out and escorting us away from the car. I didn't look at Grace, unsure of what I could say or what I should say. She was slightly flushed and her pupils were blown wide. Matt seemed pleased with himself and there was no missing the bulge in his pants.

Would he sleep with her when we got back to the hotel? Would he pick this up? I knew of no man who wouldn't seize the opportunity if it was presented to them.

We got upstairs and he ushered us inside. He closed the door and checked his phone again as he locked the door. With a sigh, he walked to the kitchen grabbed three tumblers, and went to the living room.

"I think we should all have a drink, go to bed, and debrief in the morning."

I gasped, looking between Grace and Matt. Grace slipped out of her shoes and walked after him into the living room before sinking onto the couch with a sigh. I took off my shoes and took a seat at the edge of the couch, unsure of what to say or do. Matt poured us each a drink. Grace handed me a glass before taking her own and drinking it all in one go.

"Are you alright, Grace?" Matt asked, "I... know that was a bit out of nowhere."

Grace nodded, "I'm fine. I wouldn't have even minded if you actually touched me."

My eyes widened jumping between the two as Matt froze, seemingly considering it before taking a drink from his glass.

"What?" I asked.

Grace grinned, "I don't think I have to explain faking an o****m to you."

My face burned with embarrassment as I took a sip of my drink. It burned and I almost choked on its strength, before catching my breath.

"You're... very convincing."

Grace leaned forward, pouring another glass, "Before you came to Club Heaven, Felix had voyeur rooms."

Matt grunted, taking another drink, "I'll take that under advisement since Renda seemed to enjoy the show so much."

I gawked at him. His eyes were heated and twinkling with mischief as Grace laughed.

"She did seem a bit breathless..."

"I," I sputtered, "I didn't. I mean-No. That's not-"

Grace laughed harder, drinking the rest of the glass, "Tonight was more fun than I thought it would be."

She popped up onto her feet and lifted her empty glass, "Let's never do it again if we don't have to."

Matt laughed, "I think you got the best end of the deal here."

She looked over her shoulder, "Did I? I wasn't the one with my hand up a woman's skirt this evening."

Matt smirked and glanced at me, "I'm not the one who got a full show, either."

I lowered my head and took another sip. Grace scoffed.

"Stop teasing her or she won't admit she liked it."

I looked at her at a loss for words as she winked at me playfully, "It's okay. You can be in his lap next time, then it'll be fair."

She hummed and walked to the kitchen, rinsing her glass before setting it in the dishwasher and waving us goodnight.

Matt sat back in his seat and looked at me as I did my best not to look at him.

"I didn't," Matt said, "Get her off, at least. Whatever... pleasure she derived from it wasn't really of my making."

I nodded, "You don't have to explain yourself to me."

Yet the words had eased something in me. I didn't want to put a name on it because it seemed too complicated and too scary to name.

I still wasn't sure how I was going to feel about getting wet to the sight of Grace in Matt's arms or the sounds she made or even his words. "Hey."

Matt lifted my chin so our gazes could meet, "I promised you, didn't I?"

I nodded.

"Then trust me." Matt smiled and leaned down to press a kiss on my forehead. "If sometime in the future you'd like to be in my lap, I more than welcome you, with or without an audience."

I groaned as he turned, "Though I won't deny that the thought of you two is attractive."

I huffed as he plucked the glass from my hand. It still had about an inch of liquid in it.

"Does every man have a threesome fantasy?"

Matt shrugged, "Probably."

I shook my head and stood, "I'm going to bed. Debrief in the morning."

"Goodnight, Renda."

I looked back at him, "Goodnight, Matt."

He smiled and I left the room. I heard him still in the kitchen when I closed the door to my room and started to undress. I got into the shower, doing my best to ignore the sticky, wet mess of my underwear, and stepped under the warm spray to scrub away the night. My arm ached a little where Mordecai had grabbed me and my mind was whirling. Had the car been tapped or had we just been trying to give the driver something to tell Mordecai? I'd have to wait for the next morning to replace out.

As I crawled into bed, hoping that I would fall asleep quickly.

I was settled on something warm and a bit giving. Then something wrapped around my jaw and turned my head slowly. Matt's eyes stared at me and I realized that this dream was turning s****.

I had never had a s****I dream and I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to have it now, but I couldn't force myself to wake up.

A warm hand glided up my thigh until I felt the burning heat of his hand against me.

You're so beautiful, he said, almost breathlessly, grazing our lips together.

Let him, a voice said. It wasn't mine exactly, but it wasn't Grace's either. Just once.

I felt the yearning of those words as if I were back in the car again just watching and wanting something that I didn't understand. I expected my body to lock up and tense, for the fear to rise and pull me out, but it didn't come.

I felt safe and wanted as if I knew he would be gentle with me.

Glenda, be good for me, he said as a finger slipped into me. I felt it slide into me as if I had soaked through my underwear. Don't hold back, sweetheart.

I wanted to tell him that I couldn't. It was too much, too soon, but his lips met mine and I moaned at the slow thrust of his finger into me. My hips thrust forward into his hand, even as a blush burned across my face. I didn't like s*x. I had never liked it. I hadn't liked a single man's hands on me, but in this dream, I felt needy and desperate. I wanted more of his hands on me.

Please, I managed to twist in his arms. Please.

He let out a low chuckle and added another finger as he released my jaw. His hand drifted down to my breasts and squeezed, rolling a nipple between his fingers as his fingers moved faster and deeper inside me.

I could feel it coming in a great heaving wave.

Then, a knock sounded on my door.

I sat up, panting, shocked, and a bit embarrassed as the knock sounded again.

"Renda? You up?" Grace asked, "I'm making pancakes."