Page 9 of A Season Of Sin

“N-no… Th-that’s not… Ugh,” he fumbles adorably. “I just… I’ve thought about this a lot over the years, and never thought…” Sitting forward on the couch, Jace trails off and shakes his head. He shoves his fingers through his hair and blows out a harsh breath, lookin’ like he wishes the couch would swallow him whole.

“Never thought what?” I press. “Finish that sentence.”

“That this could…” He waves toward me. “I mean… if you found me… ya know.”

“Fuckable?” I throw out, knowing I could finesse this a little more, given his discomfort. But I don’t want to.

Jace rubs a hand over his crotch and adjusts himself. “Jesus, Wolf.”

“What? You wanna know if I find you fuckable, right?”

“Well, do you?” Gracie whispers.

I notch my chin toward Jace. “Have you seen your husband?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think he’s fuckable?” I ask her.

“Obviously.”

“Then there’s your answer.”

A broken sound rips out of Jace’s throat as he flushes down his neck into the top of his shirt, breathing fast.

Reaching out, I pat his thigh, but I don’t linger. “Calm down, kid.”

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he whispers, pulling his dark hair in every direction.

“It’s okay, honey.” Gracie reaches over and touches Jace’s shoulder.

He swallows hard. “You know what this means, babe.”

“Yeah. I know. Isn’t it exciting?” She clasps her hands together and wiggles on my lap, giving my cock a lot of happy attention.

Fuck, she’s cute.

They both are.

Jace is all flustered and flushed, and I’m flattered. This kid wanted me to be his hall pass. His first time with a man. Damn. That’s a tall order.

“What do you think about this, sweet girl?” I ask Gracie, rubbing a hand up and down her back.

She grins. “I’m excited.”

“What are you gonna do when I fuck your husband’s ass?”

Jace groans. “Oh. Shit.”

“What?” I smirk, getting off on his distress in a way I probably shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.

“You’re gonna… you’re really gonna do it?” Jace whispers, looking at the floor.

“Do I look like a fuckin’ idiot to you, kid? Yes. I’m gonna fuck your ass.”

“I think you should,” his perfect woman says. “And I’d love to watch.”

“Gracie.” Jace rumbles her name like a curse.