Chapter 4 #2
“What?” She pegs me with a glare. “It’s one thing having a husband who is a literal sexy firefighter.
You’re in a calendar that women probably masturbate to, Jace, and I am totally fine with that.
I’m happy to be married to such a fantastic partner.
But now Wolf’s here, and he’s… well… he’s…
you know what he is. I can’t help but think…
Jace is hot, and Wolf is hot, and I know you love me, but… ”
“But what?”
Shaking her head hard, Gracie’s hair flings over her shoulder. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Gracie, what did you read?” Grinding my molars, I turn to Wolf. “Did she leave to go to the bathroom when I was downstairs?”
“Yes.”
I knew it.
“Did she come back acting all distant and… like this?” I glance at my wife.
Wolf nods once, looking between us to gauge what the hell is going on. Oh. I know what this is from. This isn’t the first time it’s happened, either.
“You read shit before Celeste got to the post, didn’t you?” I ask my wife.
We’ve talked about this ad nauseam. It took me a year to convince her to set up something so this would stop happening—hence Celeste, her social media assistant.
Sharing your life with people online comes with mostly wonderful followers, but it also brings miserable assholes, too.
My wife’s plus-sized, whatever the fuck that means.
Listen, I could go on an entire tirade on how men are never considered plus-sized, and we have shirts my size in the regular men’s department.
I’m an XXL. Yet, women like my wife can’t even buy bras and clothes from regular stores.
Ugh. Sorry. I’m getting off-topic. That’s not the point.
The point is, people judge her all the time.
Sure, they judge me, too, as I’m in her videos sometimes.
But that seems to make things worse because dick-for-brain douchebags don’t understand that any man can be down with the thickness, even fit ones like myself.
“Jace.” Gracie shifts from foot to foot, radiating guilt.
“Gracie. Is that a yes, or no?” I growl low, already knowing the answer.
“Yes. Okay? Yes.”
“And what are the fuckin’ rules in this house?”
“My mental health matters.”
Exactly.
“And what else?”
“That you love me, and you find me attractive.”
Damn fucking right I do.
“And?” I press.
“My mother doesn’t win. I win.”
Yep. Fuck that bitch.
“And?”
“Jace.” Gracie huffs. “Please, can we stop?”
“No. We can’t stop. We agreed, after your last encounter with whoever that fuckwad was, that you wouldn’t read anything until Celeste could clean the comments and your DMs. People are mean online, Gracie.
They’re pieces of dog shit, living their dog shit lives, taking their miserable bullshit out on people like you because they wanna bring you, a beautiful, successful woman, down into the gutter with them. That’s not fuckin’ happening.”
My wife is a badass.
She’s kind and successful.
She’s stunning and mine.
No gutter dweller is gonna get inside her head and discredit who she is and what she’s done. I won’t fucking have it.
“Jace,” she begs, knowing I won’t back down. Not about this. Not ever.
“No. Don’t Jace me. I know you hate it when I get worked up, but fuck, you’re my wife. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted. Ever. So we’re gonna put all of our cell phones down, and we’re gonna drink cider and put the Christmas tree up. Okay?”
“Okay.” Gracie’s shoulders deflate as she meanders over and sets her phone on the coffee table, in the bowl in the center.
“Now get the hell over here and hug me.”
Shuffling into my arms, my sweet, sexy wife snuggles me around my middle and stuffs her face between my pecs.
“If you motorboat me, I’m gonna spank your ass,” I tease, knowing she won’t do it, but it gets a laugh outta her anyhow, which is the plan all along.
“Jace.” She giggles.
“What? Are my tits not good enough for you?” Hugging her tighter, I smash them around her face, making her laugh harder.
“Jace,” she squeals when I grab the back of her head and rub her nose there. Her amusement vibrates through my chest as Wolf chuckles from the couch.
“I’m gettin’ kinda jealous over here.” He winks, and I melt.
Pushing on my stomach, Gracie forces herself out of my hold. “Come on, then. Your turn.” She waves Wolf over, and damn if that man doesn’t stretch up from the couch and slowly saunters our way like he has all day.
He kisses Gracie on the temple. “No more talkin’ bad about yourself, okay? It pisses me off, too. You’re beautiful.”
Flushing at his compliment, she looks down, sufficiently reprimanded, but Wolf isn’t having it. He hooks a finger under her chin and forces her to meet his gaze. “Hey, sweet girl, I didn’t hear you.”
“Okay,” she whispers adorably.
“Okay, what?”
“I won’t talk badly about myself.”
“That’s right, you won’t.” He pecks the tip of Gracie’s nose before releasing her. “Now, be a good girl and take off your shirt while I motorboat your husband.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
Yeah. What?
Wolf nods to my chest. “Jace has no shirt. I’m gonna take mine off. It’s only fair you do the same.”
With a shaky finger, Gracie points to the cameras she set up. “But then I can’t film.”
He grins, eyeing her breasts. “Sure, you can.”
“I… I can’t… I can’t take my shirt off.” My flustered wife flaps her arms.
Wolf cocks his head to the side. “Why? Do you need help?”
“Wolf.” Gracie huffs, and I’m loving this back and forth between them far more than I should.
That mouth of his spreads into a bright, knock-you-on-your-ass smile. “What, sweetheart?”
My wife doesn’t relent when she takes a step back, like she’s ready to make a break for it. “I can’t do that.”
Reading her body language, Wolf closes the space between them, pressing his body against hers. “We’re not feeling bad about our bodies, Gracie. Take off your top.”
“Jace.” My wife glances at me to save her, but that’s not happening.
“What?” I shrug. “You heard the man. He said take off your top, babe.”
“But I don’t want to.” She pouts, damn near stomping her foot on the ground.
Wolf and I share a look, and I don’t have to ask what his plan is.
We surround Gracie, who is much shorter than we are.
I grab the back of her sweater as he lifts the front.
We force it over Gracie’s head, who wiggles, complains, and fights the entire time.
She almost punches Wolf when we remove her bra, leaving her heavy tits exposed to not only me, who’s seen them a million times, but a new man, who might just come from getting an eyeful.
He steps back and eats her alive with his feral gaze.
“I think he likes the way you look, babe,” I whisper against the side of her neck.
Gracie tries to cover her ample chest, but I hold her hands down and let Wolf look.
He basks in her beauty and rubs what is clearly an erection over the front of his jeans.
Then he peels his shirt over his head, and Gracie gasps.
If I hadn’t seen him shirtless like this before, I’d be right there with her.
But I know what to expect, and the wall of tattoos and lean muscle is perfection.
“Oh. My. God,” she mutters, mouth falling open.
“I told you he was hot.” I lick the shell of her ear, and she shudders against me.
“Th-that’s an understatement.”
She’s right. It is.
Wolf brushes the back of his hand around the outside of Gracie’s breast. “If you make another shit comment about your body or whatever bullshit you’re taking from the internet trolls, we’re gonna make you take all your clothes off.”
“Please don’t,” she begs, but doesn’t sound like she means it.
“Say this shit with me, Gracie.” Wolf pauses to cup both of my wife’s breasts. “Say it like you mean it… I love my body.”
The sexy woman gasps his name in a plea. “Wolf.”
“Say it.”
“I… I love my body.”
“Good girl,” he rasps and leans down to kiss the top of each breast. “Now say, I want Wolf to eat my ass.”
“Wolf.”
“Say it.” Looking straight into my wife’s soul, he laves the top of each mound. Not the nipple. The soft skin. It’s so fucking hot, watching him touch her as she vibrates against me. He’s getting her ready, winding her up. Hell, he’s winding us both up.
“I… I can’t say that.”
“Yes, you sure as fuck can.” Wolf flicks his tongue out to sample her sweet skin and swings his gaze up to meet mine. “Kid, show her how it’s done.”
“I want Wolf to eat my ass,” I say without hesitation, even though there’s a massive flutter in my belly, and my cock, hidden behind my wife, is hard as stone.
She gasps at my words. It’s a sexy little sound.
Wolf’s attention drops back to Gracie. “Say it, sweetheart. Tell me that you want me to eat your ass.”
“I want… I want Wolf to eat my…”
“Ass,” he fills in for her and brushes his damp lips across her breast, closer and closer to her nipple.
“Ass,” she gasps as he kisses the rosy tip of each one with reverence.
“Good girl.” Wolf stands to his full height, grabs Gracie’s wrist, and drags her to him.
Her lush chest collides with his bare stomach, and he reaches around and swats her behind.
Gracie gasps, and Wolf smiles like the devil.
“Now finish setting up whatever camera shit you’ve got for your fans. I’ve got some man tits to motorboat.”
My wife nods, drunk and completely under his spell, as she complies. Wolf steps up to me, eye to eye, chest to chest, cock to cock. He presses his erection against mine, and I shudder.
“Hmmmm… Someone is nice and hard for me, huh, Kid?”
I don’t reply. My fists open and close at my sides, since I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, or what to say, or… Fuck knows what…
Wolf winks and shoves his scruffy face between my pecs. He cups the side of them and groans as he licks the strip of skin between them…. And I damn near pass out.
Because this is real.
He’s really touching me.
I’ve dreamed about this moment for years.
Years and years, and it’s happening.
And I…