GRACE
I was so happy. Truly. I felt light. Carefree. Loved. I’d never felt like this before. But standing between two men who’d vowed, in front of their closest friends, that they would honor, cherish and love me, protect me with their bodies, love me with those bodies as well… I knew they weren’t lying.
Unlike Father or Travis, or the bastard Barton Finch, they weren’t talking s**t to get what they wanted. They weren’t thinking only of themselves.
Charlie and Hank definitely wanted to f**k me. Their constantly hard c***s were obvious proof of that, but they’d put a ring on my finger first. I was Grace Pine now.
I swallowed back all feelings of my own perfidy by giving them not my true name, but my mother’s maiden name. I’d married Charlie as Grace Churchill, not Grace Grove. But the v
