Chapter 9
Nine
“Well, what did he say?” Gracie asks, chewing her thumbnail and pacing in front of the fireplace. She’ll wear a hole through the carpet if she's not careful.
From the couch, I relay Wolf’s text. “He says he’ll be back soon.”
“What’s soon?”
“I don’t know, babe.”
Gracie flaps her arms, and the oversized Christmas sweater she’s wearing makes her look like she’s got wings.
I press my lips together to keep from laughing.
Now’s not the time for that. Not when Gracie’s this worked up.
It’s cute, though, watching her mumble to herself, all frazzled. She hasn’t slept well in days.
It shouldn’t be adorable, but it is.
I fucking love that she’s so twisted up about Wolf.
She likes him. That makes two of us. The difference is I’ve been living in this hell for years, wondering when he would return and if I’d see him when he did.
Whenever I might run into him at the gym, I’d sit in my car, pound a mouthful of pre-workout, and talk myself up.
Sometimes, we’d bump into each other. Sometimes, we didn’t.
I won’t pretend I didn’t sulk when he wasn’t there. I did. Far more than I care to admit.
The cold months were easier. I knew he wouldn’t drop by.
Until now.
I still can’t believe this is real.
I spent a week with that man and my wife when I wasn’t working.
I fucked him.
And sucked him.
And I loved it.
Every minute.
Every second.
Sharing him with Gracie…
Damn…
I swallow the sudden lump in my throat.
We’re screwed.
I’ve been addicted for years. Now Gracie’s hooked. We’re never gonna be the same.
Knowing the best way to get Gracie out of her head, I take off my shirt and toss it onto the coffee table before shoving my sweats to my ankles. As I’m peeling them off, she finally looks at me, and her eyes widen.
I grin and wave for her to join me. “Come on, babe. Ride my cock.”
As Gracie rushes over, she trips over her feet and catches herself on the couch.
We share a laugh as she fumbles through removing her pants, and I help pull her sweater over her head.
Her bra and panties are the last to go, but before I force her into my lap, I make her stand between my legs, naked, stunning as always.
Staring up into her eyes, I wink.
A blush consumes Gracie’s pale cheeks, and she tries to look away, but I slide a finger between her soft pussy lips, so she doesn’t fall back on bad habits.
Those that leave her self-conscious about herself.
There once was a time when she wouldn’t have sex with the lights on.
We worked through it, building her confidence one brick at a time.
Sometimes, she reverts to her old self, but don’t we all?
No matter what, she’s still the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
Soft edges and soft skin. Big tits and small hands.
Her nipples are so goddamn delicious. But the hottest thing about her is her mind and heart.
She’s the kindest, warmest, most loving person.
She makes me better in every way. Challenging me to do better.
To be better. When I said I wanted to get big and strong, she was there researching with me and supporting me.
When I said I wanted Wolf as a hall pass.
She didn’t bat an eyelash at the fact that he’s a man.
She’s my ride-or-die, just as I am hers.
Gracie gently traces the side of my face and smiles down at me. “What are you thinking about?” she asks softly, pulling me from my thoughts.
“You. Us.” I kiss the inside of her palm.
“What about us?”
“How much I love you.”
“And Wolf?” she prompts, eager to talk about the man we can’t get enough of. We haven’t talked about him much since he left, but the void is ever-present.
Not wanting to get my hopes up, I shrug. “I like him, too.”
“Could you love him, too?”
“Gracie…” I sigh.
“What?”
“We can’t go there.” Not yet, anyhow.
“Why not?” Her nose wrinkles as she produces the cutest little frown. “I have big feelings right now.”
Knowing I don’t want to have this conversation with her standing in front of me, I grab her waist and force my wife to straddle my lap. She reaches down and strokes me a few times to get me fully hard before she welcomes me into her cunt. We moan as she envelops every inch.
Groping her ass cheeks, I massage the sexy globes and get down to business. “Now we can have this talk.”
Resting her hands on my shoulders, Gracie purses her lips like she thinks I’ve lost my mind. “Jace.”
“What? Having real talks when connected like this is the best way.” I flex my cock to drive the point home.
She pokes out her bottom lip. “No, it’s not.”
“Babe.”
“Fine.” She huffs, dancing her fingertips across my shoulders. “What do you wanna talk about?”
“Your big feelings.”
“What about them?”
I arch a brow. “Babe.”
“Okay. Fine. I… I… I like Wolf, and I don’t like that he’s gone, and next week is Christmas...”
“And?” I prompt when she pauses too long.
“And… do you think we could keep him?”
“Babe, he’s not a dog.”
Rolling her eyes, Gracie lightly smacks my pec and tries not to smile. “You know what I mean.”
I do. I get it.
Butttt….
“It’s been a week,” I remind her, so she doesn’t get ahead of herself. It took us months of talking before we even started to date. We were friends first. Then again, we were kids in high school.
“So?” She grumps like she’s a toddler and I’m trying to steal her favorite toy. “You’ve had a thing for him forever. I have a thing for him now, too. Could we try?”
“For what exactly?”
She stares straight into my eyes. “You know what.”
Right. I probably do.
“A relationship?”
“Yes.”
“Long term?” I test to see where her head is at.
Gracie shrugs one shoulder. “Possibly. I don’t want him sleeping with anyone but us, and I want him here whenever he can and wants to be.”
“This is big.”
“I know. But it already feels big in here.” She touches her heart right below the rose necklace I bought her last Christmas.
“We can talk to him when he gets back. See what he thinks,” I reason, again, not wanting to get ahead of ourselves. Wolf’s a nomad. He travels a lot. If he wanted a relationship or to settle down, he would’ve done it long before now.
“What do you think?” she asks, squeezing around my cock.
On a long groan that has my eyes rolling into the back of my skull, I spank her ass, then grip it nice and hard as I rock her on my cock. “I… I think he’s a nomad, babe,” I grit. “And I don’t wanna get my hopes up.”
Threading her fingers behind my neck, Gracie smashes her big, soft tits against my chest and leans in until her lips hover just above mine. “Because you want this, too?” she rasps, her breath fanning over my face.
Fuck.
Brushing my mouth across hers, I whisper, “If he does and you do, then yeah. I wouldn’t have mentioned it otherwise.”
“Because of me.”
“Yeah.” I nip her bottom lip. “You’re my wife. I fuckin’ love you. We are in this together. With Wolf. Without Wolf. It doesn’t matter. We’re a team.” To show how much of a team we are, I force my wife to rock, to feel me inside her, to draw pleasure from my cock.
On a sexy little moan, Gracie traces my lips with the tip of her tongue. “But Wolf could be part of our team,” she husks, and damn if I don’t love the sound of that. But now’s not the time.
Gliding my hands up my wife’s back to her nape, I slip my fingers into her hair and pull her head back, exposing her neck to me. “Gracie…” I drag my lips from collarbone to chin, where I nip her just enough to make her gasp and her pussy to clench around me. “We can’t get ahead of ourselves.”
“You’re … you’re just scared,” she moans as I nibble up her jaw to her earlobe.
“Of course, I am,” I whisper.
“Yo—you care about him.”
I hum the affirmative.
“Do you think you could love him?” She pushes again, and while it shouldn’t get to me, it does. I don’t wanna talk about this right now. Wolf isn’t here. None of this matters if he doesn’t want us like we want him.
“Gracie,” I growl, yanking her head back, forcing her to meet my eyes.
“What?” the stubborn woman challenges, rubbing her hands up and down my pecs. Oh. She stops to play with my nipples, which isn’t fucking fair. “Don’t act like this is a silly question. It’s important. This isn’t just sex. You saw the video I posted, Jace. You know this is more than that.”
“But maybe it’s not that way for Wolf, babe.”
“What if it is? What if it’s more for him, too?”
Can’t she just let this go?
“Then yeah,” I relent. “I could maybe let myself love him.” Or a lot. Who the fuck knows?
“More than you already do?”
Christ!
We need to stop fuckin’ talkin’ about this.
Sure, I have big feelings too. I’ve had big feelings for goddamn ever, but Wolf never tried anything before.
Not until we threw Gracie into his lap. Who knows how he’ll feel once he’s out in the world, away from our influence.
Maybe he won’t come back. Maybe he’s gathering the courage to let us down easy. This isn’t helping.
My stomach cramps at… all the swirling. All the…
Nope.
We’re done.
Normally, I’m down with whatever Gracie wants to talk about, but I texted him like she asked me to. He said he’ll be back. What happens after is up to him and the universe. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Releasing Gracie’s hair, I spank her cheeks with both hands, then dig my fingers into the meat. “Babe, stop,” I growl.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want either of us to end up hurt. Thinkin’ this is something it might not be. We discussed hall passes years ago. Not a relationship.”
“We’ll talk to him when he comes home.”
“Gracie.”
“What?”
“This isn’t his home. This is our home.”
She rolls those honeyed eyes. “Don’t be silly, Jace. This is his home, too. I feel it.”
Knowing I can’t win with this woman, no matter how hard I try, her stubborn optimism will win out. I sigh and peck her cheek. “I love you, babe.”
Gracie beams, all sunshine and happy times, and rides my cock. “I love you, too.” We groan in unison as she bottoms out again, and I toss my head back against the couch, loving her tight walls sucking me in and her body pressed up against mine. I rock her on my cock, gaining momentum.
Gracie bites and sucks on my throat. “I can dream big for both of us,” she whispers and laves my collarbone. “Now fuck your wife.” Her teeth sink into the meat of my shoulder, and I shudder.
Then, I fuck my wife.
Dropping her back onto the couch, with one foot on the floor and a knee on the cushion, I throw Gracie’s legs over my shoulders and slam into her wet pussy.
Her tits and soft belly bounce as I wreck her, staring into her eyes, straight into her sweet, hopeful soul.
A soul that shouldn’t be this good. A soul that should be scarred and ruined after the childhood she had.
But she’s not. She’s my Gracie. My world.
“I love you so fuckin’ much,” I grit as I bottom out.
Gracie’s eyes slam shut, her neck elongates, and her back arches. “Jace!” she screams as her cunt clamps onto my cock and comes. It’s glorious, watching her fall apart. But I don’t stop. Not yet. Not ever.
Pulling out of my wife, I pull us off the couch and bend her over the edge, tits on the cushions, ass right there for me to slap and touch and fuck!... She’s goddamn sexy.
I bite along Gracie’s back as I slam deep.
Her drunken groans are music to my ears as she lets me use her.
To bring her pleasure.
To take her mind off Wolf and enjoy us until he comes home.
Like she said.
When I can fuck her just like this all over again, only then he’ll be here too, touching her, touching me, sticking his fat cock in my ass.
I moan at the thought of us together again.
I give in to the possibilities.
They have my nuts drawing up tight and pleasure rippling down my spine.
I grab my phone off the floor where it fell and take a video.
I know I shouldn’t, but Gracie’s right. This feels big.
The sooner he gets back, the better. I need to know where we stand.
Gripping Gracie’s hair, I force her head back. “Tell Wolf how much you love me fucking you.”
“Yes. Yes. I love it,” she sobs. “Please. Fuck. Me. Please.”
“Do you see this? Do you see what you’re missing?” I pull out of my wife long enough to give him a little preview of my dick, then I spread Gracie’s ass and film her sweet pucker down to her pussy.
“This misses him, doesn’t it?” I nudge Gracie’s lips apart with my cock and rub it around her entrance up to her clit where she jolts forward, crying out in pleasure.
I play with her sensitive nub around and around.
The video is shit, but I don’t care. I make him watch.
When she comes, she moans our names—both of them.
And it hits me… how real this is.
When I’m through filming, I don’t rewatch what I recorded, I hit send, and I fuck my wife.
I fuck her until my thighs burn and air saws in and out of my lungs. When I need to come, I pull out, shove the coffee table out of my way, and eat my wife’s ass. I eat her until my tongue goes numb, and she’s so fucking lost she’s floating in a different galaxy.
I don’t know how long Gracie and I go at it, but it never seems long enough, not with her.
By the time I fill her pussy with cum, her hair is damp with sweat, and she can’t keep her eyes open.
I carefully lift her like a bride on her wedding night.
Gracie curls her arms around my neck. “I’m too heavy,” she mumbles, resting her head on my shoulder.
“Shhhh. Quit with that bullshit.”
She snorts a half-laugh, then yawns.
Carrying her up the stairs to our bedroom, I curl up in bed behind Gracie. The bright afternoon sun beams through our bedroom windows, but we have nothing else to do. So, we nap—me the big spoon to her smaller one, her ass nestled against my cock.
I kiss the back of her head and whisper, “I love you, babe.”
Snuggling against me, Gracie pulls my hand between her breasts and folds her fingers through mine. “I love you more.”
We sleep for hours.