Page 57 of A Season Of Sin

“Sir.”

“Don’t.”

“Or what?”

Wolf gives Jace the look, the hot daddy one that promises trouble and sin. “You know exactly what.”

Harmony fans her face, leans over, and whispers, “Oh. My. God. Is this what it’s always like?”

I nod.

Yep.

This is what it’s like living with two very stubborn males.

Wolf is far more easygoing than Jace. He doesn’t sweat the small stuff or wave his dominance around unless it pertains to sex. Jace speaks his mind and wants everything to work out for the best, including giving everyone a voice, even if they don’t want it. Is being too considerate a thing? If so, that’s Jace.

I clap my hands for them to knock it off, so we don’t end up with Wolf’s cock shoved down Jace’s throat in front of Harmony. Not that I’d mind. I love a front-row seat to them going at it. But she’d likely never want to leave. Could you blame her? I mean… look at them. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, I don’t share. What’s mine is mine, and these men belong to me.

Cupping my belly, I gesture for Wolf to help me up, so I can pack my niece and nephews’ Christmas gifts. They’re at their dad’s until after the new year. Harmony is going stir-crazy not having them around to keep her busy.

He helps me to the tree, and I get on my knees to gather the gifts from the back. Wolf grumbles as I struggle. “Sweet Girl, stop it. Let me help.” He pats my ass as he joins me on the floor and helps gather the giant pile of brightly wrapped packages for my family.

“That one too.” I point to a blue one in the way back.

Wolf huffs as he dives under the tree, collects it, and tucks it into the Santa sack I bought.

“Gracie, we can do this when the kids get back. You don’t have to worry about that now,” Harmony calls from the couch.

Resting on my knees, I catch my breath. “It has to be now. We’re taking the Christmas decorations down tomorrow, so they’re down before the baby comes. It’s one less thing to worry about.”

“What she meant to say is, she’s gonna let us take down the decorations while she eats cookies from the couch,” Wolf says.

“That is not what I meant,” I grumble.

“Yes. It is. You’re not liftin’ a goddamn finger.”

“I can help.”

“No. You cannot.”

I scowl at my man. “Wolf.”

Tilting his head to the side like a predator, his molten gaze rakes me from head to bump and back again. “You wanna check your tone, Sweet Girl?” he rumbles, and damn if that tone doesn’t hit me in the naughty bits.

I bite my bottom lip, and his nostrils flare.

“Well?” he prompts and gets off the floor when I don’t respond. He tosses the Santa sack over his muscular shoulder and offers me his hand. I slide my palm across his, and he grips me hard. “Well?” Wolf rubs our combined hands against his bulge.

My sister gasps from the couch.

Jace groans beside her, watching us like some live-action soft-core porn show.

I swallow thickly, and Wolf’s eyes darken as he jacks himself twice, letting me feel him there, just a taste. I wanna tell him this is wholly inappropriate, but he doesn’t care. He never does. Not when he pushes me into a corner aisle of the grocery store and fingers me. Not when he pulls over the car on the side of the road to eat my pussy or ass or fuck me. He has no shame. He does whatever the hell he wants, whenever the hell he wants, regardless of who’s around.

A sinister grin transforms his face as he tugs me to my feet. When he releases my hand, he grips the front of my shirt and pulls me flush against him—bump to crotch. I tilt my head back, knowing what he wants. Wolf’s lips claim mine, and I melt. When he drops the sack onto the couch beside Harmony, his mouth never leaving mine, I follow him, stuck to him like glue. Jace slips in behind me, and together, the three of us kiss and shed our clothes as we fumble up the stairs to our bedroom, where they finish undressing me before helping me kneel on the bed.

Parting my cheeks, Jace buries his face in my pussy from behind as Wolf slides his head beneath my breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth. He groans as he feasts on what little breast milk he can, savoring my offering.