Page 38 of A Season Of Sin

Gliding my hands up my wife’s back to her nape, I slip my fingers into her hair and pull her head back, exposing her neck to me. “Gracie…” I drag my lips from collarbone to chin, where I nip her just enough to make her gasp and her pussy to clench around me. “We can’t get ahead of ourselves.”

“You’re … you’re just scared,” she moans as I nibble up her jaw to her earlobe.

“Of course, I am,” I whisper.

“Yo—you care about him.”

I hum the affirmative.

“Do you think you could love him?” She pushes again, and while it shouldn’t get to me, it does. I don’t wanna talk about this right now. Wolf isn’t here. None of this matters if he doesn’t want us like we want him.

“Gracie,” I growl, yanking her head back, forcing her to meet my eyes.

“What?” the stubborn woman challenges, rubbing her hands up and down my pecs. Oh. She stops to play with my nipples, which isn’t fucking fair. “Don’t act like this is a silly question. It’s important. This isn’t just sex. You saw the video I posted, Jace. You know this is more than that.”

“But maybe it’s not that way for Wolf, babe.”

“What if it is? What if it’s more for him, too?”

Can’t she just let this go?

“Then yeah,” I relent. “I could maybe let myself love him.” Or a lot. Who the fuck knows?

“More than you already do?”

Christ!

We need to stop fuckin’ talkin’ about this. Sure, I have big feelings too. I’ve had big feelings for goddamn ever, but Wolf never tried anything before. Not until we threw Gracie into his lap. Who knows how he’ll feel once he’s out in the world, away from our influence. Maybe he won’t come back. Maybe he’s gathering the courage to let us down easy. This isn’t helping.

My stomach cramps at… all the swirling. All the…

Nope.

We’re done.

Normally, I’m down with whatever Gracie wants to talk about, but I texted him like she asked me to. He said he’ll be back. What happens after is up to him and the universe. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Releasing Gracie’s hair, I spank her cheeks with both hands, then dig my fingers into the meat. “Babe, stop,” I growl.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want either of us to end up hurt. Thinkin’ this is something it might not be. We discussed hall passes years ago. Not a relationship.”

“We’ll talk to him when he comes home.”

“Gracie.”

“What?”

“This isn’t his home. This is our home.”

She rolls those honeyed eyes. “Don’t be silly, Jace. This is his home, too. I feel it.”

Knowing I can’t win with this woman, no matter how hard I try, her stubborn optimism will win out. I sigh and peck her cheek. “I love you, babe.”

Gracie beams, all sunshine and happy times, and rides my cock. “I love you, too.” We groan in unison as she bottoms out again, and I toss my head back against the couch, loving her tight walls sucking me in and her body pressed up against mine. I rock her on my cock, gaining momentum.

Gracie bites and sucks on my throat. “I can dream big for both of us,” she whispers and laves my collarbone. “Now fuck your wife.” Her teeth sink into the meat of my shoulder, and I shudder.