Chapter 3 #2
She holds out a dainty, pink, polished hand for me to shake. Oh, and I do. I slide my palm straight into hers, and she gasps the sexiest little sound as I greet the little rabbit.
“You must be Jace’s wife,” I grit, then clear my throat.
She nods, staring at me with wide, expressive eyes. “Y-yes… Yes. I am. You. You must be Wolf,” she stammers, so damn cute. My dick twitches, loving the sound of her.
“Jace,” she squeaks, looking over at her husband.
“Go on.” He chuckles warmly, and Gracie slides from her husband’s lap into mine.
Fuck.
Double fuck.
Her weight is perfect as it settles on my thighs, and she curls her leggings-covered legs onto the couch. She doesn’t ask if she can join me. She just does. I welcome it, but I also eye my friend to ensure he’s cool. By the soft smile he flashes me, he’s totally fine with it.
“Hi,” she coos, resting a hand on my chest.
I rub a lock of her silky hair between my fingertips. “Hi, back. Is there a reason you’re sittin’ in my lap, sweetheart?”
Gracie chews her thick bottom lip. “Am I allowed?”
“Of course.”
“Jace promised I could do this if I ever met you,” she says, voice breathy.
“Do what, sweet girl?”
“Share.”
“Share, huh? What’s to share?” I ask, absolutely mesmerized by this vixen.
“You’re Jace’s hall pass,” Gracie announces, with a tiny crinkle between her brows, like that explains everything. To her it probably does, but I have no idea what she’s talking about.
“I’m what?”
“Gracie,” Jace grumbles.
She looks over her shoulder at her husband. “What?”
Jace palms his face. “He doesn’t know.”
Yeah.
I’m fuckin’ clueless here.
“Oh,” she mutters. “I thought you talked to him about it. That’s why he came over.”
Jace shakes his head. “No, babe. He’s really here because of the storm.”
“Oh. Not for…” Gracie trails off, but Jace picks up what she’s puttin’ down.
Looking anywhere but us, the man sighs. “No. Not for that.”
“Oh…” Her lips round into a perfect O, and her eyes bulge. “Oh. Crap. I’m soooo sorry.” Flushed and flustered, Gracie tries to get out of my lap, but I wrap my arms around her soft middle and don’t let her escape. Not until she lets me know what is going on.
Hooking my finger under her chin, I force those honey eyes on mine. “Where do you think you’re goin’, sweetness?”
“I… I should probably start dinner.”
Releasing her face, I brush the back of my fingers across her cheek, to the side of her neck, where I cuff my hand. “Or you can tell me what you’re talkin’ about.”
“Do I have to?” she whispers, her wide eyes swimming with emotion. There are little flecks of orange around the middle.
Stunning.
“Yeah. I should probably know.”
Tossing his head against the back of the sofa, Jace squeezes his eyes shut and groans. “Please don’t be pissed.”
“What do I have to be pissed about?” There’s nothing they could say that would piss me off. Not about this, anyhow.
“That you’re my hall pass,” he grouses like he’s angry at himself, which is nonsense.
“You wanna fill me in on what that means exactly?” I look to Jace and back to Gracie for some clarity.
“Gracie.” Jace groans his wife’s name, and it sounds a whole lot like him begging her to take him out of his misery and tell me so he doesn’t have to.
“Jace has had a crush on you forever,” the sweet brunette explains, running a fingertip across my shoulder and down my arm, where she stops at my wrist and traces the outline of my tattoo that peeks out from under the cuff of my shirt.
“A few years ago, for our twenty-fifth birthdays, we agreed we could each have a hall pass. Jace picked you.”
Well… shit.
My cock gives a cursory twitch, loving this far more than I should, as I turn my attention to Jace. “Kid, I didn’t know you were bi.”
“He’s not,” Gracie quickly replies.
“What do you mean he’s not? If I’m his hall pass.”
“He’s never been with a man before,” she fills in.
I peek over at the distressed man. He’s still staring up at the ceiling with his eyes closed, and he won’t stop tugging at his clothes. “Then how am I your hall pass?” I ask.
“Because he wants to try it and wanted his first time to be with you,” Gracie explains.
“I don’t bottom,” I announce so they know straight up that dicks don’t go in my ass.
I’ve tried it. Once. It was a horrible, painful, submissive experience that I fuckin’ hated.
I’ve had a few fingers up there before, so I’m okay with a bit of penetration.
Just as I’m okay with a tongue eatin’ me out. But a cock… Nope. Fuck no. Never again.
“Wait. W-what?” Jace sputters, his face ten shades of red as he darts his gaze to me, with eyes just as wide as his wife’s. “You’re into guys?”
Duh.
I snort. “Yes. I’m bisexual.”
“Holy fuck.” His jaw damn near falls into his lap.
I smother my smile, so he doesn’t take offense, and when that doesn’t quite work, I clear my throat, so I don’t come across as a smug asshole. “What? A biker can’t be into both chicks and dicks?” I cock my head to the side and await Jace’s reply.
“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.
“What?” She shrugs, looking between the two of us before settling on my face. “This is so hot. I’m allowed to watch, aren’t I?” The tips of her fingers dance across the neck of my shirt.
“If you let me eat your ass too,” I throw out, to see if she’s gonna give me a taste of her. I need a taste. If I get to touch Jace, there’s no fuckin’ way I can’t sample Gracie. They’re a package deal. I won’t take one without the other.
“Oh. You want to…”
“Stick my face between your thick cheeks and eat yours and Jace’s holes. Yeah.” I twirl a strand of her hair around my finger. “If you wanna do this, I wanna taste of both of you.”
What can I say? I’m a straight shooter. I always have been, and I always will be.
This is not what I expected when I ran into Jace, but I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
It’s better to be honest and upfront so people don’t have to question where you stand.
That’s probably why none of my relationships have ever lasted longer than a few months.
I’m too honest. If I don’t like something, I communicate it and want to work through it.
I’m also on the road a lot. Most women hate that.
My job for the club is private, so I can’t share where I am or when I’ll be back because even I don’t know that most of the time.
I also have a high sex drive and a few kinks I need to share with a partner long-term.
Most people are down with what I like for a month or so, but once that novelty wears off, they wanna get back to the missionary, sweet, lovey-dovey, fuckin’, and that’s not me.
So… I’m not all that dateable.
But fucking… Oh… I can fuck… and eat ass. I love to eat some ass.
“H-have you done that before?” Gracie asks, breathing just as heavily as her husband.
“Had a threesome?” I test.
Nibbling her plump bottom lip, she nods like the most adorable bobblehead doll. “Yes.”
“Not in a long time, but yes. Have you?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “We haven’t. I had sex with one guy before Jace, but nobody since, and Jace has only ever been with me.”
Well, damn, that changes things. This isn’t a well-versed couple in sex.
Jace has never been with anyone but Gracie.
How the hell is he supposed to be with a man?
I’m honored he chose me. Sure, I’m hard as steel thinking about bending him over the couch in his jockstrap and taking turns eating his and Gracie’s sweet holes, but I don’t wanna get carried away, and they have a lot to talk about.
This is a giant step. It’s one thing to joke about a hall pass. It’s another to follow through.
They’re practically virgins.
Okay.
That’s rude. I shouldn’t put it like that.
They’re not very experienced, and adding a third, even for a night, can ruin entire relationships. I don’t want that for them.
“We should probably think this through,” I announce, giving them an easy out and time to cool off.
“I agree,” Jace croaks, gets up from the couch, and races from the room.
“I’ll be right back,” Gracie says, getting off my lap to follow her husband.
I fix my erection and tuck it down the pant leg of my jeans.
Well damn… this trip has taken an unexpected turn.