Lacey

Chapter 20 - Saint

After carefully inspecting the gown Lawson purchased for Lace, Ryder and I unanimously decided to drive into town to buy ties in the same ridiculous hot pink to match. I must give it to Lawson; the gown he chose was exquisite even if I didn't much care for the colour. I could see why he selected it, however. Lawson loved the pink colour and obviously wanted to see Lace in it beside him at the junior promenade. If it had been up to me, she would be adorned in the finest silk haute couture gown money could buy. She deserved nothing but the best. The thought made me snort ruefully. When I had first heard about Ryder's new stepsister and her story, I bore nothing but disdain for her. I had wrongfully pre-judged her to be beneath my social status in life. But the moment I laid eyes on her, my heart stopped beating and time stood still. She was the most magnificent creature I had ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. I was at war with myself for weeks, trying to snuff any feelings for her. Initially, it had worked. That was what I kept telling myself. But the more I was in her presence, though, the harder it became to squash my feelings of fierce jealousy of the flirty smiles she presented my friends and how effortlessly they interreacted with and touched her. It made me furious that I was being an insufferable jackass to her. However, I didn't know how to behave around her, which made me angrier, resulting in my usual go-to setting of indifference. "Do you think this is the same colour as Lacey's dress?" Ryder asks for the millionth time. Holding up a dark pink tie, a slighter light shade than the one he held up a moment ago. "This is why I should have purchased the gown instead of Lawson. At least we would have had a colour swatch or time to have had them made from the same material," I reply in mild annoyance at the current situation. "I don't know why you can't just admit that you are just as smitten with Lacey as the rest of us, Saint. She is so easy to love," he continues earnestly, a faraway look in his eye. "I do like her, Ryder. That's the problem. Wait a second. You love Lace"? I continue with a slightly raised voice, gaining the attention of other customers. "Yeah, I guess I do. I feel weird saying that out loud. But I think I have fallen hard. She is all my wet dreams rolled into one seriously tight package, and I can't get enough of her," he continues in a thoughtful voice. "She is your dream girl, but you are happy to share her with your friends"? I reasonably question, finding the whole situation weird but also thrilling. The idea of sharing a partner with my best friends makes me happy for some reason. We have always been there for one another since we were children and have always done everything collectively as a group, so it makes sense to me that we stay together. "Of course, Saint. Whatever makes my best friends and Lacey happy makes me happy. Now back to you, why are you struggling to act on your feelings for Lacey"? He asks with an arched eyebrow. "Because I am frightened that I won't be worthy enough of her. That's why. Initially, I kept my distance because I wrongly believed I was too good for her, but the more time I spent with Lacey, I realised it was the other way around. Lace is so kind, caring, funny and beautiful even after the terrible hand she has been dealt in life," I reply solemnly. "You deserve to be loved, Saint. Just promise you will try harder with Lacey, she deserves love too, and I know you could give it in spades," he says with a wistful smile on his face. I think Ryder is correct. I will try my darndest to win Lacey's affections from this day forth. After several more minutes looking at different shades of pink, we decide on the one that we think is the closest match to her gown and then head back to Ryder's. Both of us are eager to see Lace.

Not encountering anyone downstairs, Ryder and I promptly make our way up the staircase towards Lace's room. We are both still at the top when we instantly hear faint moans coming from her bedroom and look at each other with curious expressions. "It sounds as if West and Lawson have found something much more interesting to pass the time with the bastards," Ryder says as he narrows his eyes and strides towards the bedroom door. Even though I knew what the sounds were, I was still not prepared for the sight that greeted me when I stepped across the threshold of Lace's bedroom door. Lace is engaged in a threesome with West beneath her and Lawson fucking her hard from behind. My mouth goes dry at the sight of the faint sheen of sweat that covers Lace's delectable body, and suddenly I feel furious. I don't know where the feeling comes from, nor do I take the time to properly examine it, storming out of the room as soon as Ryder forces his cock into Lace's mouth. I find myself in Ryder's room. I laugh wryly at the thought because he doesn't spend any time in here anymore, slumped over on his bed. I am annoyed at my reaction to what I witnessed, and the more I reflect on it, the more I recognise it as jealousy. Over the years, I have not felt compelled to establish relationships outside of our friend group, and the one time I do, I lose my head at not receiving the same attention as them, even though it is entirely my fault. I purely have myself to blame for the chasm formed between Lace and me. Pulling the hair tie off my wrist, I tie my hair out of my face in exasperation. Sighing, I allow myself to fall backwards onto Ryder's bed, my feet still on the ground. I groan loudly at the predicament I find myself in. I could be in there enjoying myself, but no, I am in my best friends room, jealous and sulking. "Saint," Lace says in a gentle voice, startling me from my thoughts. "Can I come in, please?" she continues nervously. I hate that she feels that way around me and hope to one day fix that. "Yes, Lace, of course, you can come in," I reply, not bothering to shift from my current position. Lace walks towards me slowly and hesitantly sits beside me on the bed. "I am sorry if what you saw before upset you," she says in an apologetic voice, making me hate myself even more. "You did nothing wrong, Lace," I reply promptly, sincerely meaning it. Sitting up slowly, I take her tiny hand in mine. "I am the one who should be apologising to you for my behaviour,"I say. "I don't mean for you to perceive me as cold and indifferent towards you. I genuinely don't know how to behave around you,"I continue. "I have never cared for anyone so ardently before now, and it frightens me," I candidly admit, sincerely hoping that I am not making things worse for myself by admitting my feelings. To my genuine surprise, Lace has tears in her eyes when she looks at me, and for a second, my heart breaks for stuffing things up once more. "You care for me, Saint?" she whispers gently, shocking me with her words. "Yes, Lace. I care for you. More than I wanted to admit to myself. But I cannot deny my attraction to you any longer," I reply with sincere conviction. Within mere seconds I am on my back once more on Ryder's bed with Lace straddling my waist. I don't hold myself back. I lean forwards and kiss her with every fibre of my being. When Lace pulls away from me and unties the silk dressing gown she is wearing, revealing the most stunning body I have ever seen, my breath catches in my throat. She is gorgeous, and I can't help but reach up and run a finger from her collarbone to the mound of her vagina, watching as goosebumps rise in its wake. Lace arches her back, a soft moan escaping her pretty lips, the sound so erotic that I flip our positions and grind my erection into her core. "Please, Saint", Lace whimpers beneath me. "What do you need, Lace? Tell me," I growl in her ear. "I need you to fuck me," she pleads earnestly, tugging gently at my shirt until she gets it off with a triumphant grin. I grab her hands as she reaches for the zipper on my pants. "Lace, before we go any further, I need to tell you something," I say cautiously with an embarrassed groan. Lace looks up at me with her stunning green eyes and nods for me to continue. God, this is embarrassing. "I'm a virgin," I whisper, my face instantly heating with the revelation. Lace's brows pull down into a frown momentarily before she asks, "Do you want to continue? I will understand if you want to save yourself for someone special." Her words gut me. Had I been so cold towards her that she didn't see that she was someone special to me. I am horrified at myself and my previous actions and hope I can make it up to her from this day forth. "Lace, you are someone special, sweetheart. I only divulged my virgin status in case I made a fool of myself and only lasted a few minutes. I am terrified you will find my ability lacking compared to my friends and wanted to prewarn you," I reply with a sinking feeling in my stomach. "I would never find you lacking Saint. I have grown rather fond of your grumpy nature the last few weeks and am happy that you like me, you silly goose," she states with a grin lighting up her stunning face, making my heart sore with happiness. Lace doesn't loathe me. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when Lacey pushes me back onto the bed and continued to unzip my pants. When she reaches my boxer shorts, I feel like I will pass out from sheer anticipation of what's to come. Lace stills once I shuck my boxers, and I push up on my arms to find that she is staring at my cock in shock. I am quite proud of the size and girth and am pleased that Lace seems to like it too. "We are going to need lube for that," she laughs as she leaves the bed to rummage through Ryder's draws for a bottle of it. When Lace unearths what she is looking for, she crawls back onto the bed and squeezes a good amount into her small hand, and rubs it sensually up and down my cock. "Lace, if you keep doing that, we won't be doing anything else", I grit, hating that it feels so good and that I am worse than a tween who cums in his pants at the sight of a pretty girl. Lace laughs and then lays back on the bed, opening her thighs wide for me as I nervously position myself at her opening. Just the feeling of her silky skin against the head of my cock has me shuddering with pleasure. Lace grabs my hips possessively and pulls me slower closer to her core until I am fully seated inside her. It feels so amazing that I have to stop for a minute to calm myself down before I cum. After a while, I tentatively pull out of her wet heat and slowly push back in, my eyes rolling back into my head with every thrust. Lace feels as if she was made for me, and I can't help but feel elated every time a moan leaves her mouth from the pleasure I am bringing her. "Harder", Lace whimpers as she runs her long nails down my chest, and I don't hold back, snapping my hips as fast as I can in and out of her until I feel her muscles fluttering around my cock and she is calling my name in ecstasy. The sound of my name coming from her mouth in passion undoes me. I slam into her one last time and spill my seed inside of her with a growl of satisfaction. There was no way I was letting Lacey go now. I would do anything for this vixen underneath me. I scoffed at Ryder earlier but understood now how he had fallen so hard for this beautiful woman. Pulling her into my side, I kiss her cheek softly. "Thank you for not hating me, Lace," I murmur in her ear.