Page 26 of A Season Of Sin

He smiles around a mouthful.

Jerk.

“I’ll make you more, babe,” he vows, opening the cupboard.

“You’d better.” I waggle a finger at him, not the least irritated. For some reason, I can’t stop smiling.

Jace rolls his gorgeous blue eyes, and we prepare a real meal for our hot guest—the guest I can’t wait to get my hands on… again.

Seven

Pushing the blower to the edge of the garage door, I tear my beanie off my head and slap it on my thigh to get rid of the melted snow as I head back to the front of the house. I stomp my boots on my way up the stairs to get the packed snow off before I go inside. Hopefully, Jace and Gracie won’t mind that I broke into their garage this morning. When I couldn’t sleep last night, I got up and got to work. It’s the least I can do.

Yesterday was… a mind fuck.

So much so, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about them sleeping down the hall from me and what might happen today. I’d kissed Jace stupid last night. Fuck. It was good. Better than good. It was the best kiss I’ve ever had. Rough and wet. But I’m gonna apologize to Gracie about it this morning. The guilt of not giving her the same attention is eating at me nonstop. Sure, I might have been Jace’s hall pass, but I want her too. I want her bad. As bad as I want her husband.

Damnit. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

This feels far too much like high school. Ya know, when you just started kissing and fucking. I didn’t know shit then. I fumbled through it all. As a grown-ass man with grown-ass desires, I’m addicted. And when I become obsessed with something, I go hard. It’s all or nothing. That’s how it’s always been.

Meetin’ a Sacred Sinner at a club when I was nineteen changed my world forever. He showed me his bike, introduced me to a fuckton of his brothers, and it fit. I was hooked. A week later, I prospected for a chapter in California, where they had room for me. I got a bike. Learned to ride. Eventually, I patched in and later became a nomad because I wanted to travel and do my own thing. During all this, I got into fitness. Most of the Cali brothers lifted. They were big, and some of ‘em juiced. I didn’t.

Now I’m sittin’ pretty at forty-four, standing in the foyer of a gorgeous house, taking off my boots, as my cock gets as stiff as a steel pipe, hungry for another round with the hotties who live here. Hotties who are far more than a decade younger than me.

Fuck.

I can’t wait to eat some ass again.

Fuck ‘em.

Kiss ‘em.

Fill both of them full of cum.

Christ. I’m a sick bastard.

But I had a lot of time to think last night on account of not sleeping.

I’ve got a proposal for these two.

A Christmas wish, of sorts.

Something for all of us to benefit from over the holiday. Then we can go our separate ways.

In my head, I’m callin’ it a season of sin. A time to experiment and come our brains out.

Havin’ heard me enter, Jace and Gracie exit the kitchen just as I rest my boots against the mat by the door.

Well. Fuck me.

Fuck me hard.

They’re naked.

I rub my cold hands together like a fuckin’ villain about to corrupt these poor souls. “What do we have here?”

“We figured you might want some breakfast,” Gracie purrs and kneels. Jace does the same beside her, no more than ten feet away.