Page 31 of A Season Of Sin

Jace nudges my foot under the table. “Sex. Duh.”

I smirk over the rim of my mug. “Yes. Obviously.”

He inhales his toast before asking with his mouth half full, “For how long?”

“As long as you want,” I reply.

“I was thinking maybe you could stay with us through the New Year…” Jace trails off, but I’m thrilled they want this as much as I do. That makes this a whole lot easier.

“I might leave for jobs in that time, but that sounds great,” I explain and swing my attention to Gracie. “I wanna help you put up the Christmas decorations today, if that’s the plan. I’ve never done it before, but I’d like to help anyhow.”

Her eyes widen as she swallows a piece of croissant. “You’ve never decorated before?”

I sip my coffee. “Nope. Parents were busy. Didn’t care much about holidays. I got a single gift. That’s about it. No tree. Nothing special. Just another day.”

Not that it mattered all that much.

“So, you’ve never baked holiday cookies either? Or wrapped presents?” she asks, clearly taken aback by my lack of Christmas fun.

“I’ve wrapped presents a few times. But no. Never done the cookie thing.”

“Have you had eggnog?”

“Once. Maybe.” I shrug. “I’m not a big drinker. Beer in the summer is the only time I sit by a nice fire, roast some marshmallows, and crack open a few.”

Gracie bobs her head as if soaking up all this information and filing it away for later. “Would you be okay doing Christmas traditions with us then? To try? I usually film them and edit bits to share online.”

I’m down for whatever as long as I get to be with them.

“You can share whatever you want. I just ask that if I’m in my cut, you don’t post videos of that. That’ll bring more focus to you from outside sources, so it’s best not to. Other than that, video and post whatever you want. I don’t care.”

The club doesn’t need the attention, but a random man in Gracie’s videos, what does that matter? If that helps them gain more followers or whatever the hell she does, then I’d like to help. It’s no skin off my back.

Smiling so wide she could light up the Vegas strip, Gracie claps her hands together, and her tits, those beauts, jiggle as she does. I’m mesmerized as she rattles on about how much fun we’ll have this season. The rabbit doesn’t realize how much I’m staring until Jace nudges me under the table and smirks. We share a look, and before Gracie knows what’s hit her, we’re pushing her chair back and sucking those tits on our knees, one on each side.

My life, as I know it, will never be the same.

I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Eight

Standing outside a barn in bumfuck nowhere in the middle of the night, I suck on a candy cane Gracie tucked in my pocket when I left two days ago. She didn’t want me to leave. Trust me, I didn’t want that either. We’ve only had a week together. Seven days ain’t enough with them. Being away fucking sucks. But I’ll be back tomorrow after the drop-off.

Kade, a brother from the Texas Chapter, finishes locking the cargo in my van, hops out the back, and wipes blood off his blade onto the side of his pants.

I arch a brow in question, and the sadistic fuck grins. “He got mouthy.” He shrugs, without a care in the world.

“So, I have damaged merchandise?”

“I only cut his chest.”

Staring up at the star-filled sky, I sigh. “How many times?”

“Ummm.”

Fuck.

“Kade,” I growl. This young asshole knows I hate cleaning messes in my van. It takes hours between the water, the bleach, and drying. I have places to be. I have holes to fuck and bodies to cuddle.