Page 36 of A Season Of Sin

Every second.

Sharing him with Gracie…

Damn…

I swallow the sudden lump in my throat.

We’re screwed.

I’ve been addicted for years. Now Gracie’s hooked. We’re never gonna be the same.

Knowing the best way to get Gracie out of her head, I take off my shirt and toss it onto the coffee table before shoving my sweats to my ankles. As I’m peeling them off, she finally looks at me, and her eyes widen.

I grin and wave for her to join me. “Come on, babe. Ride my cock.”

As Gracie rushes over, she trips over her feet and catches herself on the couch. We share a laugh as she fumbles through removing her pants, and I help pull her sweater over her head. Her bra and panties are the last to go, but before I force her into my lap, I make her stand between my legs, naked, stunning as always.

Staring up into her eyes, I wink.

A blush consumes Gracie’s pale cheeks, and she tries to look away, but I slide a finger between her soft pussy lips, so she doesn’t fall back on bad habits. Those that leave her self-conscious about herself. There once was a time when she wouldn’t have sex with the lights on. We worked through it, building her confidence one brick at a time. Sometimes, she reverts to her old self, but don’t we all? No matter what, she’s still the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Soft edges and soft skin. Big tits and small hands. Her nipples are so goddamn delicious. But the hottest thing about her is her mind and heart. She’s the kindest, warmest, most loving person. She makes me better in every way. Challenging me to do better. To be better. When I said I wanted to get big and strong, she was there researching with me and supporting me. When I said I wanted Wolf as a hall pass. She didn’t bat an eyelash at the fact that he’s a man.

She’s my ride-or-die, just as I am hers.

Gracie gently traces the side of my face and smiles down at me. “What are you thinking about?” she asks softly, pulling me from my thoughts.

“You. Us.” I kiss the inside of her palm.

“What about us?”

“How much I love you.”

“And Wolf?” she prompts, eager to talk about the man we can’t get enough of. We haven’t talked about him much since he left, but the void is ever-present.

Not wanting to get my hopes up, I shrug. “I like him, too.”

“Could you love him, too?”

“Gracie…” I sigh.

“What?”

“We can’t go there.” Not yet, anyhow.

“Why not?” Her nose wrinkles as she produces the cutest little frown. “I have big feelings right now.”

Knowing I don’t want to have this conversation with her standing in front of me, I grab her waist and force my wife to straddle my lap. She reaches down and strokes me a few times to get me fully hard before she welcomes me into her cunt. We moan as she envelops every inch.

Groping her ass cheeks, I massage the sexy globes and get down to business. “Now we can have this talk.”

Resting her hands on my shoulders, Gracie purses her lips like she thinks I’ve lost my mind. “Jace.”

“What? Having real talks when connected like this is the best way.” I flex my cock to drive the point home.

She pokes out her bottom lip. “No, it’s not.”

“Babe.”

“Fine.” She huffs, dancing her fingertips across my shoulders. “What do you wanna talk about?”