The Rules Regarding Gray
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Authors: Elizabeth Finn
Tags: #Erotica, #contemporary romance, #menage
Elizabeth Finn
By Elizabeth Finn
Copyright © 2014 Elizabeth Finn
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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
Basically:
Please don’t steal my work. I work hard to make a living to support myself and my child, and I appreciate your support very much when you pay for my books. This story came entirely from my weirdo brain that usually keeps my head in the clouds for long periods of time. If you’re lucky enough, or unlucky enough depending on the chapter you happen to be reading, to experience such a journey as I’ve created, then way to go you! But it is nothing more than mere coincidence.
Dedication
Thank you to my dearest alpha beta babe, Anna. Your excitement is infectious, and your energy is palpable—even from so far away.
This e-book is intended for mature audiences and contains adult language and scenes.
Table of Contents
Gracelynn is drowning in an existence that fails to fulfill her. A ballerina by trade, she’s devoted her life to the stage, sacrificing adventure for discipline. When her boyfriend gives her permission to want what she’s not supposed to want, can she walk away? Or will she leap?
Jasper isn’t a man with many boundaries, and “sharing” a woman with his best friend is hardly a new endeavor. But the moment he meets Gracelynn he realizes she’s different. She leaves him feeling alive in a way he’s not used to, and for the first time in his life, he understands what it means to be wanted… Cherished… And he needs more…
But there are rules—rules that forbid Jasper from truly having her. As forbidden desire spirals out of control, Jasper has to decide if he’s willing to fight for something that doesn’t truly belong to him. His best friend doesn’t deserve her, but is Jasper strong enough to believe he does?
Chapter One
“What do you think of her?”
“What
her
are you referring to? They all look the same from here.” Jasper glanced away dismissively. He’d been more or less forced to be here, and there was no chance he was going to make it easy on Ian.
Ian chuckled, and Jasper glanced to him quickly, rolling his eyes. He’d been rolling his eyes since they’d pulled up at The Butler Dance Education Center. This wasn’t really his type of venue, and he stuck out like a sore thumb in a place like this.
“Besides, when did you start to like the ballet?” Jasper continued.
“Like it? I’m a donor for fuck sake.”
“What?” Jasper hissed incredulously. It wasn’t often his oldest friend in the world shocked the shit out of him, but that had certainly done it.
Ian glanced at him. “Listen,” he cocked his head, talking quietly. “I don’t like the ballet. I like ballerinas. Specifically, I like the one down there dancing the solo. Donating makes me look good.” Ian chuckled again.
“To who? The soloist?”
“Sure. Her and everyone else. It’s a tax write off. And she’s not called a soloist; she’s called a principal.” Ian studied him for a moment. “I’ve been dating her for four months, and you still haven’t answered my question. What do you think of her?”
“What’s her name?”
“Gracelynn. She goes by Gray.”
Jasper shook his head. “Gray? Really? That’s a name?”
“Well, whatever you do, don’t call her Grace. She hates that nickname.”
They’d obviously been out of touch too long for Ian to have started a relationship Jasper knew nothing about with a ballet dancer who answered to the name of a color—and not an interesting color at that. He and Ian were sitting on the end of a row about half way up in the studio theater, and as he glanced down to the floor level stage, he saw a sea of lithe, trim bodies, leotards, and pink tights. He saw one head after another adorned with a bun. What he couldn’t see was enough detail to be able to make a judgment on her appearance from fifty feet away.
“Stop, stop, stop! What the heck was that, Gracelynn?” A man leapt up from his front row seat and started walking toward the middle of the stage to who Jasper could only assume was Ian’s new gal.
“Sorry. Lost my concentration.” The rather small looking woman had her hands on her hips as she walked around in an arc, catching her breath as she moved. She meandered about with her toes turned out. Why the hell did they do that? Were the toes of her shoes so fucking heavy she had to drag them around?
“Work on your attitude tonight. Your leg looked sloppy.” The older man spoke pointedly and sternly to her again.
“Yes, sir.” The young woman glanced toward them, but then her eyes returned to the man again.
“She’s fucking incredible,” Ian commented from beside him.
An older woman sitting a couple rows in front of them suddenly whipped around to stare daggers at them, and Ian shrugged his shoulders in response.
“Sorry about that,” Jasper apologized to her as she stood and walked down the row to the stairs, scowling at them as she moved. “He doesn’t get out much.” He looked back to Ian, laughing quietly. “How do you survive in the corporate world with a mouth like that?” He chuckled some more.
“Like I was saying, she’s incredible. Better?” Ian smirked.
“Sure. If you like small tits. Now, are you going to tell me why I’m really here, or are you just wanting to show off your new toy?”
“Take ten guys!” the man from the stage hollered.
Before Ian could respond to his question, the titless, slim principal was walking toward them. Of course, she did have tits. They were small and perky, and her nipples were hard and taut under the tight fabric of her leotard. He’d been around plenty of scantily clad women, but none who made it look so professional and elegant as this one. Her gait was graceful, her shoulders dropped to elongate her slim neck, and when she approached, she glanced to him curiously before turning her attention to Ian.
“To what do I owe the honor?” She smiled at Ian. Her skin was young and smooth, pale but pristine, and her eyes were an amazing emerald green. Her hair was auburn and pulled up in a tight, neat bun. She was entirely too young for Ian’s thirty-four years he was guessing.
“I wanted to introduce you to my friend Jas. We just had lunch at Moonshine.”
She glanced at him again. “So,
you’re
Jasper—the debaucherous sidekick from back in the early days of Ian’s childhood.” She smiled at him, and his attention was pulled to her straight white teeth and her pink lips.
He returned her smile. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I always kind of thought of him as
my
sidekick, but you got me on the debauchery.” He winked and glanced away aloofly.
“Well, it’s good to meet you regardless, Jas.”
His eyes returned to hers as she stretched out her arm to him, offering him her hand regardless of the rather dismissive way he was acting. He clasped her hand in his own. Her fingers felt just as slim and delicate as her body looked, and he had to quickly pull his eyes up from their downward path along her frame.
“You as well, Gray-short-for-Gracelynn-but-never-Grace.” He stared at her, holding tight to her hand for a moment longer than he likely should.
Her cheeks blushed, and then she laughed. When her focus shifted to Ian, she spoke. “Well, I better get back at it. Will I see you later?”
“Would you like to see me later?” Ian remarked with a seductive smirk.
She smiled sweetly at him, but as Ian stood and leaned to her lips, capturing them quickly with his own, her eyes flit to Jasper’s. He was studying her, and he didn’t bother looking away as Ian kissed her and pulled her body into his. Jasper caught the way her eyes bounced around nervously, but he ignored it, letting his own gaze wander down the side of her body. The hand Ian had on her lower back pulled her close to his groin, and it arched her back. Her bottom was round and tight, and he exhaled deeply as his mind betrayed his coolness by smacking him with an image of himself kneeling behind her with his face buried between those small round cheeks.
“Good to finally meet you, Jasper.”
“Hmm?” He struggled to regain his composure for a moment as his focus returned to her eyes. She watched him curiously for a second, saying nothing at all.