Page 45 of A Season Of Sin

“Do you want my cock, again, too, sweet girl?”

“Yes.”

“What else do you want?”

“You.”

“Aw. Sweet girl, you’re already mine.”

Her adorable eyes widen in surprise. “I am?”

“Fuck yes, you are. You’re both mine. I’m not goin’ anywhere. Now be a good girl and come for me.”

Doing as she’s told, Gracie obeys and drops her chin to her chest, hands on her thighs. She quakes as she comes all over Jace’s face. It’s everything. They’re everything.

But we’re not fucking done.

Not even close.

I’ve spent a week dreaming of them.

Of what it’d be like comin’ home.

Fuck.

Home.

So I’m gonna show ‘em just how much I thought about.

Let’s hope we can walk tomorrow.

Ha. Who am I kidding?

Twelve

Gah!

I’m living in Christmas man-candy heaven.

There is no other word to describe it.

Half-naked tattooed men helping me with holiday decorating and fucking my brains out. Every. Single. Day. Life could never be sweeter.

Wolf has been home for days, and everything just… fits.

Jace is currently at work and should be home in a few hours, so we can spend Christmas Eve together.

Yes.

It’s already here.

Can you believe it?

This month has passed in a blur.

I can’t recall a better December. Growing up, we didn’t have much. My parents worked nonstop, but we were still poor. There was no extravagant tree or cookie decorating, which is what I am currently teaching Wolf to do.

He’s terrible at it, but nobody cares. They’re just cookies.