Chapter 5
Five
Blinking up at our bedroom ceiling, I yawn and stretch both arms over my head.
Rolling my head to the side, I stare at my still-sleeping husband as the brutal outside wind rattles our windows. He looks peaceful—messy hair, pursed lips, lashes kissing his cheeks. So cute.
Slowly getting out of bed, I tiptoe to our attached bath, trying not to wake him. Thankfully, we redid the hardwood flooring upstairs shortly after we moved in, or the ancient creaks would’ve woken the entire neighborhood.
My reflection stares back at me in the mirror above the vanity.
Naked me.
Pale skin.
Brown hair.
Hazel eyes.
Fat.
My heavy breasts hang, and I cup them and heft the suckers up where they belong.
You know how it is, whether it’s size or age, breasts start to lose their perk once you cross the mid-twenties mark.
At least mine did. They’ve always been enormous.
I was one of those unfortunate souls who hit puberty, and everything blew up.
Thighs, boobs, butt, and stomach. Except my hands and feet.
Which I’ve always found weird. Size six shoes.
They’re the size of a child’s. I wish I understood how the genetic lottery works.
Because my mom and dad are skinny, skinny, skinny, or they were.
They’re gone now, going on five years. Not that I miss them all that much.
That’s probably shitty of me to say, but it’s true.
But that’s enough about me and my body.
I’m sure you’re sick of hearing me dog on myself.
Trust me, it’s something I’m working on.
On camera, for my just over half a million followers, I’m always smiley and upbeat. I guess that’s how I am, overall, when I’m not reading crappy internet comments and letting them hurt my feelings.
Caressing the side of my breast, I stare in awe at the hickey.
Yesterday happened.
It wasn’t some fantastic dream.
It was real.
The proof is in the pudding, or in this case, the hickey.
Jace has always been fond of Wolf. I’ve heard about this elusive man for what feels like half my life, though it hasn’t been that long.
After meeting him, I can see why Jace is into him.
Wolf is charismatic, confident, sexy, and mature.
There’s this… hell… I don’t know how to describe it…
frequency? Vibe? Well, whatever it is, it drew me in like a moth to a flame.
I’ve never been that bold in my life—crawling into a man’s lap that I don’t know.
Even if butterflies were going crazy in my middle, I felt comfortable with him. I still do.
After the floor sex, we each washed up. Jace showed Wolf to his room, and we had dinner in the living room, watching the rest of the John Wick movies together.
Jace and Wolf?
Hot. Hot. Hot.
They couldn’t stop making out.
And while I could’ve been jealous. I wasn’t.
I couldn’t stop watching them.
Voyeurism has never been my thing, but it worked for me last night. I fingered myself as they made out beside me. Hot and heavy, shirts off, pants on.
I sigh at the memory.
When I’m eighty, lying on my deathbed, I’ll be able to look back and say, “Damn. We did that. We lived. We had fun. No regrets.”
Releasing my breasts, I use the toilet and turn on the shower.
Jace walks in just as I start scrubbing my hair, and flips open the toilet lid to relieve himself.
He groans in that husky, just-woken voice. “Morning, babe.”
“Morning, husband,” I sing.
“How are you feeling?” he asks as he washes his hands in the sink, dries them on the nearby towel, turns around, and hops up on the vanity like he often does when he wants to chat while I shower.
We could bathe together, but he hates washing in Satan's water. We should have considered adding a second showerhead when we remodeled this old closet into a bathroom, but it’d be a tight fit, and our double sinks would have to go.
“I should be asking you the same. How are you feeling?” I check, hoping he’ll want to talk about what happened yesterday without me having to pry too much. Sometimes, he can get a little shy.
Jace swings his legs like a little kid. “My ass is a little sore, but I thought it would be worse.” He pauses a beat and blows out a long, emotional breath.
“So… is there anything you wanna talk about after yesterday… ya know… We should probably talk about boundaries and what we plan to get outta this. I know we discussed it when we decided to do the hall pass thing, but that was years ago.”
Welp, I guess I didn’t have to worry about him being shy.
“What do you want?” I ask since that’s far more important than what I want. This is his friend. His hall pass.
He shrugs. “Everything, I guess.”
I laugh. “You gotta be more specific.”
Jace clasps his hands in his lap and stares at the floor as I step out from under the water and rub a thick layer of vanilla-orange conditioner over my hair.
“I want to watch him fuck you,” he finally admits, his voice stronger than I expect.
“I want him to fuck me while I fuck you. I wanna suck his cock again. I wanna do everything. As long as you’re okay with it, I wanna do it.
If you get uncomfortable, we stop. We got a little carried away last night, kissing on the couch. ”
“That’s okay,” I assure him.
Jace looks up from the ground to read my body language. “You, sure, sure?”
“Yes. I wouldn’t say so if it wasn’t.” He knows that. Just as I know he reads body cues more than he understands words.
“I don’t want you to ever feel left out.”
“I didn’t.”
Sitting straight up, he grins and slaps the top of his knees. “Good. Soooo… Are you okay with all those things I said?”
I nod. “And just so we’re clear, I’m into him, too. I’m not doing this just for you. I’m doing this for me, too.”
“That’s great. I’m glad.”
“I want him to fuck me, too,” I clarify, watching his reaction through the glass front of our stand-up shower.
“God, that’s hot, babe.” Jace, naked as the day he was born, tries to cover what is an obvious erection. “Sooo. Um… What if I’m working or you’re working, and stuff…” he trails off.
“Then do whatever you want. I plan to.”
“Right. Cool. Cool. Cool. So I can…”
“Suck his cock when I’m not around? Yes.
” I chuckle when a surprised squeak rips out of my husband’s throat like he loves the idea of sucking cock.
Silly, hot man. I rinse the conditioner from my hair and continue to explain my thoughts.
“We should probably keep our bedroom to just us, at least for now. It hasn’t even been a day.
Who knows? Wolf might not want anything else after yesterday.
He might not be that kinda guy. We should probably talk to him about it. ”
“Yes. We should. Is this… Is it weird that this doesn’t feel so weird?”
“I mean… Maybe?” I shrug. “But we love each other. We’re secure in our marriage. Wolf is… I don’t even know. He somehow fits.”
“So, you feel that, too?” Jace asks.
“Yes.”
“I’m glad I’m not the only one, then. Would you be okay if we offered him to stay with us until he leaves, so he doesn’t have to stay in that shitty cabin anymore?”
“For sure.”
“He may have to leave for club business. He won’t tell us what it is, and I don’t know when he’ll be back, but it’s a thought.”
“He’s welcome here anytime, Jace. I’m fine with that,” I explain, so he doesn’t overthink this, which he will.
I vividly remember the day we discussed the hall passes and how nervous he was to share that Wolf was his.
For almost an entire week after, he brought me flowers each day and apologized for possibly being bisexual and not talking to me about it sooner.
Little did he know, but I was aware of his attraction to men.
Okay. Maybe not men. But Wolf. It was obvious from the start.
“Gracie?” Jace calls, pulling me from my thoughts as I grab my razor from the shelf and swipe it down my armpits.
“Yes?”
“You’re the best fuckin’ wife.”
Smiling like a love-struck fool, I roll my eyes. “Stop it.” I wave him off. “Just because I’m okay with a guy fucking you in the ass doesn’t make me a good wife. We love each other. We’re…”
“No longer monogamous,” he cuts in, his tone dropping a handful of octaves into the not-so-lovely world of guilt.
“That’s not true,” I scold. “We’re monogamous with Wolf. It’s not like my hall pass will ever happen. Jason Mamoa isn’t suddenly gonna find me and whisk me away to the bedroom.”
“You never know.” Jace chuckles. “If you want, I could tape Jason’s face over mine so you can pretend.”
“You’re silly. No. I don’t want that. You’re hot. You’re also the best man I know. So, I’m good.”
Uncomfortable with the compliments, Jace rolls his thick shoulders and changes the subject. “I promise we’ll get the Christmas decorations up today.”
“I know we will. I’ve got some video editing to do, but apart from that, I’m free most of the day, too.”
“How about you finish up here, and I’ll fix breakfast?”
“Real breakfast or Wolf’s cock?” I tease and draw a cock on the foggy glass shower door.
Jace covers his eyes. “Oh. Shit. Don’t say that, babe. I was talking about real food. Not… fuck. I’ve got a hard-on already, and that just made it so much worse.”
Smiling at my silly husband, I admit something I’ve been thinking about since last night. “This is like dating all over again. All those excited feelings.”
“Yes. That’s exactly what this is,” he agrees, and my insides warm. It’s nice we’re on the same page. That this isn’t weird, or that I’m feeling something he isn’t.
Wiping the penis outline from the glass, I blow my husband a kiss. He grins, catches it in his hand, and instead of putting it where it belongs, he air kisses his cock, which only serves to make me giggle. “Go on and fix breakfast, husband. I’ll be down soon.”
Hopping off the vanity, Jace drags a hand down his face and groans. “You’ve turned breakfast dirty.”
“Then go dirty up our breakfast.”
“Fuck. Stop it.”
“Watching you suck his cock as your breakfast might be hot. I could join in. Maybe suck yours. Maybe sit on his face and let him get a nice breakfast, too,” I offer as Jace shakes his head.
“I’m leaving now, you dirty, dirty woman. At this rate, we won’t have a real breakfast.”
“Cum does a body good, Jace,” I call to his retreating form.
“Fuck.”
Vibrating with laughter at getting my husband riled up, I exfoliate with a coffee-infused sugar scrub and finish my hot shower.
Dirty talk has always been one of the things that gets Jace going. It’s adorable. When he gets turned on, I get turned on. I don’t know how or why it works that way, but it does and always has.
Today’s about to get interesting.
Very.
Very.
Very interesting.
But we need to talk to Wolf first.
It’s the right thing to do.