Chapter 4
Four
Pacing our kitchen, my feet slap against the tile floor as Gracie gives me space to figure this shit out for myself.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
My asshole clenches, and my stupid cock twitches as Wolf’s words play on repeat. “Do I look like a fuckin’ idiot to you, kid? Yes. I’m gonna fuck your ass.”
“Jace. It’s gonna be okay,” Gracie says from the doorway between our kitchen and hall.
Unable to find the right words, I wave my hand around. “Babe, I can’t believe…” That he considers me fuckable. That he wants to eat my ass. That he… wants this. Me. He’s into me. I… Fuck.
“I know, and when you said he was hot, I didn’t honestly believe you, but that man is so sexy. I totally understand why you’d want him to be your first.”
Pausing mid-stride, I look to my wife. “What if I like it? He will be my first and my last, Gracie. We’re married. We’re… monogamous.”
What if I want more?
What if it’s more than just sex for me?
Do the possible consequences outweigh the positives?
Fuck.
I don’t know.
“I can buy a strap-on,” she offers, and damn if I don’t wanna give her the biggest hug for loving me like she does. I don’t deserve her.
“You could,” I hedge and thread my fingers behind my head as I continue to pace. “And I love you for that, but you know that’s not the same. Can we just forget the last fifteen minutes ever happened? I don’t think I can do it.”
It’s better if I don't. The last thing I want is to hurt Gracie or lose Wolf as a friend. Sex complicates things.
“But you want to.” Gracie verbalizes the truth. My truth.
“Yes. Of course, I want to. I’ve wanted to since I first met Wolf and found myself attracted to him. I told you about it.”
She leans her shoulder against the doorway. “And those feelings for him have never gone away. I saw how sad you were when he left last summer, and that you didn’t see him this summer. Jace, I know you.”
She’s right.
It hurt not to see him.
I look my wife in the eye. “I feel like such an asshole.”
“Why? Because you’re attracted to a man who’s hot and has been nothing but nice to you for years?”
“No. Because you’re my wife.”
“And I’m also your best friend,” she throws out. “Who has no issue with you being bisexual or sharing you, as long as you’re willing to share me.”
“Of course, I am. If that’s what you want.” If Gracie were into women, we’d be with women. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
“What if I wanted to be with Wolf, too? You heard what he said.”
“That would be so damn hot, babe.” To see them together. His tongue in her pussy. Touching her tits. Seeing his muscles ripple as he took pleasure from my wife.
Fuck.
I grip my cock.
“See.” She smirks, eyeing my erection. “He’s gonna be here a few days.
The storm warnings are already out. Why don’t we get the tree out tonight, have some spiked cider, and relax?
We don’t have to do anything tonight. We don’t have to do anything ever.
But if it happens, it happens, and we can share. ”
That sounds fair.
“You’re okay watching another man stick his cock in me,” I check just to be certain.
Gracie chuckles, as if my question is absurd. “I don’t have a cock, Jace. So yes. I’m fine with it.”
“What if it hurts?” To have something hard in there. Driving into me. Thick and demanding. Stretching.
Damn.
“It’s gonna hurt,” she says. “At least a little.”
“I like it when you finger me.” I more than like it. But that’s neither here nor there.
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know, but that’s not the same as a dick. Trust me.”
Chuckling at her directness, I wink at my hottie. “Oh. I do. You take my dick like a champ all the fuckin’ time.”
A smirk ticks up at the edge of Gracie’s lips. “Well, now you’ll know exactly what it’s like.”
Yeah. I guess I will.
Walking over to my wife, I hug her up until her toes no longer touch the floor. “I love you, babe.”
Arms around my neck, tits smashed against me, Gracie giggles. “I love you, too, handsome.”
As I lower Gracie back onto her feet, I cup her face and stare into those stunning eyes. “Thanks for being the best fuckin’ wife.”
Her soft grin says it all as she cups my dick over my shorts, forcing me to groan. “You’re welcome. I expect amazing gifts for Christmas.”
“Does Wolf count?”
“I suppose he does. I wonder how big his cock is.”
Waggling my brows, I grab Gracie’s wrist and rub her palm up and down my length. “It’s big,” I rasp.
She licks her lip. “How do you know?”
“I’ve sat in the sauna with him for years. Those shorts don’t hide much.” Or at all.
“Lucky.”
Oh. I am… in more ways than one.
Releasing my wife’s hand, I swat her juicy ass. She giggles, and all the tension is forgotten. I will my erection to go down as I gather the tree and ornaments from our creepy basement. Gracie goes back into the living room to chat with Wolf.
When I return with the boxes, she’s sitting next to him on the couch, talking like long-lost friends.
They’re smiling, sharing laughs, and touching nonstop—a little nudge here, a rub there.
If I didn’t know what my wife looks like when she’s horny, I’d assume this was a playful friendship, but it’s not.
Her lips are chewed up, and her pupils are dilated.
She’s breathing heavier than usual and fiddling with her shirt and hair.
She’s fuckin’ adorable, getting all hot and bothered over Wolf. Not that I blame her.
I’d never been attracted to a man before him, and I haven’t been attracted to another since.
He’s tattooed all over, about my height, and lean as fuck.
Those tight abs and gutters at his hips pair well with his tight ass.
I’m not sure how much older he is than us, but I’d guess he’s in his forties.
The graying facial scruff and the bits throughout his dark hair are a dead giveaway, as are his smile lines.
But that’s not what I find the most attractive.
It’s our connection. It’s always been our connection.
It’s easy with him, as easy as it is with Gracie.
She and I met in high school, and sure, we’ve had our moments, but our relationship is far easier than any of the guys’ I know at the station. They’re constantly complaining about their wives, and I can’t relate. Gracie is my better half. I’d go as far as to say she’s my soul mate, if they exist.
I know she feels the same.
She always has.
We’re open like that.
No secrets. No drama.
Once I carry the last Christmas decorations up from the basement, I'm dripping in sweat. On my way back to the living room, I toss my damp shirt in the laundry.
Eyeing me appreciatively, Wolf whistles as Gracie sets up one of our many tripods to film us decorating so she can share it with her followers.
“Fuck, kid.”
Stopping in front of the fireplace, I run a hand down my abs, blushing all the way to my toes. “When I cut, all these are gonna pop.”
Wolf’s gaze locks on my stomach. “You’d damn well better never cut.”
“What. Why?”
“Why would you? You’re perfect the way you are.”
There goes that weird somersault in my gut. “You think?”
Wolf’s lips spread into a slow grin. “Are you fishing for compliments?”
“No.” I shrug. “I mean… Not really. You’re the one who taught me all this. I figured I’d bulk up, and once I was done, I’d cut the fat. There’d be a lot more definition that way. That’s what my trainer said.” My trainer is also a big dude, even bigger than me.
“And you’d be thirty pounds lighter. Are you doin’ this for modeling? Aesthetics? Strength? What’s the objective?” Wolf gestures to all of me with his hand.
“I don’t wanna model and… I think I look okay now.” Not perfect, but okay. I could look better. It would be a lot better if I cut back on carbs and salt and went to the gym twice a day. It takes a lot of dedication to build what I’ve already built.
“Okay?” Wolf’s face pinches like he just ate a sour gummy worm. “Okay?”
Gracie snorts.
I look over to my wife. “What?”
“Oh. Nothing.” The hottie shakes her head.
“Out with it, woman,” I tease.
“You know I have no room to talk… when I look like this.” She motions to her figure. “But I agree with Wolf. I like you better this way.”
“Don’t talk like that ever again, Gracie,” I scold my wife, hating how she puts herself down.
She pauses, setting up another camera, and turns to face me. A frown mars her face. “What?”
“When I look like this?” I mimic the sweep down her body. “What the fuck? You’re hot.”
Gracie purses her lips like she doesn’t believe me. “You’re my husband. Of course, you’d say that. But you see the comments on some of my videos.”
Fuck those dickheads.
“Which is why we hired Celeste to clean up your comment sections and block the assholes. Strangers on the internet don’t get to vote.” Nobody besides Gracie technically gets a vote, but I’m not going there. We’ve been down this path far too many times.
“I’m fat, Jace.” She squeezes her side, and her nose wrinkles in repulsion.
Fire starts to brew in my veins. “And?”
She pinches another spot as if I didn’t understand what she said the first fucking time. “I’m. Fat.”
“And?!”
“Stop it.” Huffing, Gracie stomps her foot in frustration.
Like hell I will.
“No,” I growl, fisting my hands down at my sides. “If you wanted to lose weight, I’d support you. But I love your body the way it is.” I more than love it. I crave it. Need it. Wanna touch and cuddle it all the goddamn time.
Backing me up, Wolf bobs his head right along with my statement. “He’s right, sweetheart, you’re a smoke show.”
She dismisses him with an eye roll. “Yeah, right.”
“Gracie,” I snap.
“What?”
“What made you go from confident and flirty with Wolf to self-deprecating?”
“You’re both talking about fitness and muscles, and you’re both so…” Curling her arms around her middle, Gracie trails off and looks at the ceiling.
“So… what?” I growl.
“Hot!” She throws her arms in the air.
I take a step closer, hating when she gets like this. “Gracie.” My tone is soft.