Page 10 of A Season Of Sin

“What?” She shrugs, looking between the two of us before settling on my face. “This is so hot. I’m allowed to watch, aren’t I?” The tips of her fingers dance across the neck of my shirt.

“If you let me eat your ass too,” I throw out, to see if she’s gonna give me a taste of her. I need a taste. If I get to touch Jace, there’s no fuckin’ way I can’t sample Gracie. They’re a package deal. I won’t take one without the other.

“Oh. You want to…”

“Stick my face between your thick cheeks and eat yours and Jace’s holes. Yeah.” I twirl a strand of her hair around my finger. “If you wanna do this, I wanna taste of both of you.”

What can I say? I’m a straight shooter. I always have been, and I always will be. This is not what I expected when I ran into Jace, but I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. It’s better to be honest and upfront so people don’t have to question where you stand. That’s probably why none of my relationships have ever lasted longer than a few months. I’m too honest. If I don’t like something, I communicate it and want to work through it. I’m also on the road a lot. Most women hate that. My job for the club is private, so I can’t share where I am or when I’ll be back because even I don’t know that most of the time. I also have a high sex drive and a few kinks I need to share with a partner long-term. Most people are down with what I like for a month or so, but once that novelty wears off, they wanna get back to the missionary, sweet, lovey-dovey, fuckin’, and that’s not me.

So… I’m not all that dateable.

But fucking… Oh… I can fuck… and eat ass. I love to eat some ass.

“H-have you done that before?” Gracie asks, breathing just as heavily as her husband.

“Had a threesome?” I test.

Nibbling her plump bottom lip, she nods like the most adorable bobblehead doll. “Yes.”

“Not in a long time, but yes. Have you?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “We haven’t. I had sex with one guy before Jace, but nobody since, and Jace has only ever been with me.”

Well, damn, that changes things. This isn’t a well-versed couple in sex. Jace has never been with anyone but Gracie. How the hell is he supposed to be with a man? I’m honored he chose me. Sure, I’m hard as steel thinking about bending him over the couch in his jockstrap and taking turns eating his and Gracie’s sweet holes, but I don’t wanna get carried away, and they have a lot to talk about. This is a giant step. It’s one thing to joke about a hall pass. It’s another to follow through.

They’re practically virgins.

Okay.

That’s rude. I shouldn’t put it like that.

They’re not very experienced, and adding a third, even for a night, can ruin entire relationships. I don’t want that for them.

“We should probably think this through,” I announce, giving them an easy out and time to cool off.

“I agree,” Jace croaks, gets up from the couch, and races from the room.

“I’ll be right back,” Gracie says, getting off my lap to follow her husband.

I fix my erection and tuck it down the pant leg of my jeans.

Well damn… this trip has taken an unexpected turn.

Four

Pacing our kitchen, my feet slap against the tile floor as Gracie gives me space to figure this shit out for myself.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

My asshole clenches, and my stupid cock twitches as Wolf’s words play on repeat. “Do I look like a fuckin’ idiot to you, kid? Yes. I’m gonna fuck your ass.”

“Jace. It’s gonna be okay,” Gracie says from the doorway between our kitchen and hall.

Unable to find the right words, I wave my hand around. “Babe, I can’t believe…” That he considers me fuckable. That he wants to eat my ass. That he… wants this. Me. He’s into me. I… Fuck.