Page 16 of A Season Of Sin

My wife doesn’t relent when she takes a step back, like she’s ready to make a break for it. “I can’t do that.”

Reading her body language, Wolf closes the space between them, pressing his body against hers. “We’re not feeling bad about our bodies, Gracie. Take off your top.”

“Jace.” My wife glances at me to save her, but that’s not happening.

“What?” I shrug. “You heard the man. He said take off your top, babe.”

“But I don’t want to.” She pouts, damn near stomping her foot on the ground.

Wolf and I share a look, and I don’t have to ask what his plan is. We surround Gracie, who is much shorter than we are. I grab the back of her sweater as he lifts the front. We force it over Gracie’s head, who wiggles, complains, and fights the entire time. She almost punches Wolf when we remove her bra, leaving her heavy tits exposed to not only me, who’s seen them a million times, but a new man, who might just come from getting an eyeful. He steps back and eats her alive with his feral gaze.

“I think he likes the way you look, babe,” I whisper against the side of her neck.

Gracie tries to cover her ample chest, but I hold her hands down and let Wolf look. He basks in her beauty and rubs what is clearly an erection over the front of his jeans. Then he peels his shirt over his head, and Gracie gasps. If I hadn’t seen him shirtless like this before, I’d be right there with her. But I know what to expect, and the wall of tattoos and lean muscle is perfection.

“Oh. My. God,” she mutters, mouth falling open.

“I told you he was hot.” I lick the shell of her ear, and she shudders against me.

“Th-that’s an understatement.”

She’s right. It is.

Wolf brushes the back of his hand around the outside of Gracie’s breast. “If you make another shit comment about your body or whatever bullshit you’re taking from the internet trolls, we’re gonna make you take all your clothes off.”

“Please don’t,” she begs, but doesn’t sound like she means it.

“Say this shit with me, Gracie.” Wolf pauses to cup both of my wife’s breasts. “Say it like you mean it… I love my body.”

The sexy woman gasps his name in a plea. “Wolf.”

“Say it.”

“I… I love my body.”

“Good girl,” he rasps and leans down to kiss the top of each breast. “Now say, I want Wolf to eat my ass.”

“Wolf.”

“Say it.” Looking straight into my wife’s soul, he laves the top of each mound. Not the nipple. The soft skin. It’s so fucking hot, watching him touch her as she vibrates against me. He’s getting her ready, winding her up. Hell, he’s winding us both up.

“I… I can’t say that.”

“Yes, you sure as fuck can.” Wolf flicks his tongue out to sample her sweet skin and swings his gaze up to meet mine. “Kid, show her how it’s done.”

“I want Wolf to eat my ass,” I say without hesitation, even though there’s a massive flutter in my belly, and my cock, hidden behind my wife, is hard as stone.

She gasps at my words. It’s a sexy little sound.

Wolf’s attention drops back to Gracie. “Say it, sweetheart. Tell me that you want me to eat your ass.”

“I want… I want Wolf to eat my…”

“Ass,” he fills in for her and brushes his damp lips across her breast, closer and closer to her nipple.

“Ass,” she gasps as he kisses the rosy tip of each one with reverence.

“Good girl.” Wolf stands to his full height, grabs Gracie’s wrist, and drags her to him. Her lush chest collides with his bare stomach, and he reaches around and swats her behind. Gracie gasps, and Wolf smiles like the devil. “Now finish setting up whatever camera shit you’ve got for your fans. I’ve got some man tits to motorboat.”