Page 37 of A Season Of Sin

“Your big feelings.”

“What about them?”

I arch a brow. “Babe.”

“Okay. Fine. I… I… I like Wolf, and I don’t like that he’s gone, and next week is Christmas...”

“And?” I prompt when she pauses too long.

“And… do you think we could keep him?”

“Babe, he’s not a dog.”

Rolling her eyes, Gracie lightly smacks my pec and tries not to smile. “You know what I mean.”

I do. I get it.

Butttt….

“It’s been a week,” I remind her, so she doesn’t get ahead of herself. It took us months of talking before we even started to date. We were friends first. Then again, we were kids in high school.

“So?” She grumps like she’s a toddler and I’m trying to steal her favorite toy. “You’ve had a thing for him forever. I have a thing for him now, too. Could we try?”

“For what exactly?”

She stares straight into my eyes. “You know what.”

Right. I probably do.

“A relationship?”

“Yes.”

“Long term?” I test to see where her head is at.

Gracie shrugs one shoulder. “Possibly. I don’t want him sleeping with anyone but us, and I want him here whenever he can and wants to be.”

“This is big.”

“I know. But it already feels big in here.” She touches her heart right below the rose necklace I bought her last Christmas.

“We can talk to him when he gets back. See what he thinks,” I reason, again, not wanting to get ahead of ourselves. Wolf’s a nomad. He travels a lot. If he wanted a relationship or to settle down, he would’ve done it long before now.

“What do you think?” she asks, squeezing around my cock.

On a long groan that has my eyes rolling into the back of my skull, I spank her ass, then grip it nice and hard as I rock her on my cock. “I… I think he’s a nomad, babe,” I grit. “And I don’t wanna get my hopes up.”

Threading her fingers behind my neck, Gracie smashes her big, soft tits against my chest and leans in until her lips hover just above mine. “Because you want this, too?” she rasps, her breath fanning over my face.

Fuck.

Brushing my mouth across hers, I whisper, “If he does and you do, then yeah. I wouldn’t have mentioned it otherwise.”

“Because of me.”

“Yeah.” I nip her bottom lip. “You’re my wife. I fuckin’ love you. We are in this together. With Wolf. Without Wolf. It doesn’t matter. We’re a team.” To show how much of a team we are, I force my wife to rock, to feel me inside her, to draw pleasure from my cock.

On a sexy little moan, Gracie traces my lips with the tip of her tongue. “But Wolf could be part of our team,” she husks, and damn if I don’t love the sound of that. But now’s not the time.