Chapter 13
Thirteen
It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas! It’s really, really here!
Throwing the blankets off my legs, I stretch both arms above my head and groan.
Peeking one eye open, then the next, my heart stops. I’m alone. Alone, alone. Jace and I have woken up together every Christmas morning since forever.
The subtle crooning of Nat King Cole rises up the stairs, and with him comes the scent of bacon. I tip my head back and inhale deeply. Is that French toast or pancakes? I’m not sure which, but it smells divine.
Alright. So, both men got up before me to cook. It’s hard to be upset about that.
On the way to the bathroom, I check the time.
It’s just past nine. That means I have two hours before my sister arrives.
Two hours to spend with my guys and come up with a reasonable explanation for why Wolf is here.
Not one of those “he’s Jace’s friend” reasons, either.
I have no intention of lying to Harmony.
That’s my sister. It’s not like I have anything to hide or be embarrassed about.
I have a husband, and we have a boyfriend.
Sure, that’s not normal by society standards, but I don’t care about that.
If you asked society, they’d also tell you fat women don’t marry fit men, yet here we are. Society can suck it.
Wanting to start the day fresh, I shower, apply lotion, and blow-dry my hair before adding the standard blush, gloss, and mascara.
I don my cutest Christmasy pajamas—a two-piece pink silky set with Santa’s face all over them—before digging my old reindeer slippers out of the back of my closet and joining my guys.
I find them in the kitchen, shirtless, in pajama pants, cooking and dancing to Christmas music.
Not wanting to disturb the most adorable sight I’ve ever seen, I mold myself against the wall just outside the kitchen to sneak a video of them.
Jace holds a spatula like a microphone as Wolf swivels his hips offbeat.
I can’t wipe the giant grin off my face.
There’s a mountain of food on the island—far too much for the three of us, or even my sister and her kiddos.
As the song switches, Jace play-humps Wolf’s ass. They laugh as our hot biker drinks his morning coffee from a Christmas mug.
“You think we should wake Gracie?” Wolf asks, turning to face Jace, who swoops in for a quick kiss.
My silly belly flutters at the sight of them together, all sweet and domestic.
It’s like something out of one of those Hallmark movies.
Though I don’t think they’d depict this scene right.
They’d write out the hot tattoos, and a bisexual romance with a married couple would be too blasphemous even for a made-for-TV movie.
But the vibes are still here, down to their holiday pajama bottoms. By the way, Wolf’s are hanging too low on his hips. I bet they’re Jace’s.
“No.” My husband chuckles with his back to us as he scoops eggs from a pan onto a plate. “She’s already awake and recording us.”
Banging my head against the wall gently, I stifle a laugh.
“Come on out, babe,” Jace sings, far too proud of himself.
Huffing at the hot jerk for catching me, I make a show of moping into the kitchen, bottom lip jutted out, shoulders slumped, and both hot, muscled men laugh at me. How dare they!
Tucking my arms over my chest, I sulk deeper into my ruined Christmas morning. Wink. Wink.
Laying the fresh plate of eggs on the island, Jace rolls his eyes.
I gasp at the audacity.
“Awe. Poor, Gracie-poo, she didn’t get to film more of her lady-diddling, man candy,” Jace teases, and I gasp again in mock outrage.
Pressing his lips together to keep from laughing, Wolf sets his mug on the counter and rounds the island.
He stops in front of me, hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, and slides them down.
Out pops a mouthwatering erection, ready and waiting with a bubble of precum on the tip.
I don’t hesitate to drop to my knees and suck him into the back of my throat.
Wolf threads his fingers through my hair and slowly pumps his hips.
“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Taking my cock.”
I hum around him, and Jace curses at us for ruining his mid-gloat session.
It takes less than a minute of hot cock in my mouth before my husband is kneeling on the floor beside me, sharing said cock.
We take turns sucking, and once we’re both panting and horny, Wolf slaps my well-used lips with his dick.
“Now, let’s eat.” He offers me a hand to pull me up from the floor.
I pout for a whole different reason this time. “But you didn’t come.” Wanting another taste, I lap the tip and tickle the underside with my tongue.
“Not yet. We have time,” Wolf replies, pushing a hand through his disheveled hair.
Jace gets to his feet, and both gentlemen help me off the floor before Jace makes each of us plates of food as Wolf sits at the table but doesn’t pull his pants up.
He waves me over, and when I join him, he spins me around by the hips, pulls my bottoms down, and forces me to sit on his erection, right at the kitchen table, where we’re about to eat.
I squeak in belated surprise. My hot husband chuckles at my awkwardness as he sets the food down and claims the seat next to us.
“Eat, babe,” he orders around a forkful of breakfast and a devilish grin.
I sputter as the cock inside me flexes, not even close to losing its tenacity.
We eat, and it grows more awkward by the second as they chat like Wolf isn’t fucking me. Like his thick cock isn’t stretching my walls.
“We have stockings to do and presents to open before Harmony gets here,” Jace says, like he’s making everyday conversation.
I slap my hand against the table. “What’s wrong, babe?
” He winks, ripping off a piece of pancake and wiping it through the puddle of maple syrup on his plate before popping it into his mouth.
I growl at him.
Literally growl.
The cock inside me flexes, and the man it’s attached to adjusts me, so my legs are draped over his before he proceeds to bounce.
My tits jiggle, and my mouth drops open.
An embarrassing moan pours from the deepest recesses of my soul as Wolf forces me to forget it’s Christmas and that we have stuff to do, and continues to caress my G-spot.
I pant.
He bounces harder and reaches around to play with my nipples.
Jace sits back and watches… Like an asshole, grinning the entire time.
“You look good being fucked by a Wolf, babe.” He slowly licks his bottom lip as Wolf lays me back against him and turns us so Jace can see his cock disappearing in and out of my pussy. “I fuckin’ love that. Watchin’ you take his big dick. I think we should keep that dick, don’t you, Gracie?”
“Yes,” I moan, willing to agree to anything.
“I think he should move in. Don’t you think, babe?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” Wolf praises, forcing me to tremble as the pleasure builds and builds.
Jace’s lips split into a diabolical smile. “We also think it’s time to put a baby in you, babe.”
Wait.
My breath catches in my throat. “What?”
“We threw your birth control away last night.”
“Jace,” I gasp.
How could they do that? Why would they do that?
My husband sits forward in his chair. “Every. Single. Day, Gracie. We’re gonna breed you. We’re havin’ a baby. The three of us. Now tell Daddy you want his cum.”
Wrapping his fingers around my throat, Wolf’s hot breath blows across my ear. “I’m gonna put a baby in my sweet girl. Does my sweet girl want Daddy’s cum?”
Holy hell.
“Yes,” I cry out, legs trembling.
“Yes, what?” Wolf nips my earlobe.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I’m the hardest I’ve ever been.
Watching them together, knowing what we planned and agreed to.
Wolf will come and go as often as he needs for the club, but won’t be away for long. Well, not too long. This is his home now. We’re his home. We’re doin’ this.
When we discussed what that looked like, we agreed that we wanted a baby with Gracie. Sure, we’ve been married for years, and the idea of parenthood has come up time and time again, but I’m ready now. She’s ready now, too, whether she thinks she is or not. Wolf was our missing piece.
Gracie moans as Wolf takes her. He sucks on her neck, and I watch his cock disappear in and out of her juicy cunt as I rub my shaft over the front of my pajama bottoms. Gracie writhes on his lap, all flush and adorable.
Her eyes slam shut as she comes. I scoot my chair forward to rub her clit through her first climax and continue to rub it through her second and third.
When Wolf looks at me, tears shimmering in his eyes, sweat on his brow, playing with Gracie’s nipples, he slams his eyes shut and his thighs tighten as he forces Gracie down on his cock.
Tears drip down his cheeks as he releases inside her, our first moment of trying to conceive.
Sure, it won’t happen today, but it’s symbolic—our beginning.
Kneeling on the floor in front of them, as they catch their breath and share a sweet kiss, I pull Wolf’s half-hard shaft from Gracie and lick him clean.
The shared taste of them is the best thing in the world.
Once I’ve sucked the last drips of cum from his slit, I push what I can back inside Gracie with my fingers before giving her the same treatment, cleaning up what I can of her smooth, plump, pussy with my tongue, taking my time…
Savoring her. Savoring them. Savoring what’s mine.
Her fingers sift through my hair, gentle and loving. “Jace.”
I kiss the soft mound at the top of her pussy. “Yes, babe?”
“We’re all trying for a baby?” she whispers, as if afraid to say it aloud.
“Yes, my sweetheart. We are.”
“When did you decide this without me?”