Page 41 of Forging Bonds: Part One

The next morning, well, I say morning, but really, it’s a lot closer to the afternoon by the time I wake up, and I actually ended up getting a really good night's sleep, which means that I wake up feeling refreshed and ready to get started on training, which is my plan for today. As I step out of my room, Van steps out of his, and I smile.

He opens his arms for me, and I don’t hesitate as I step inside them. I don’t know why, but when he leans back slightly and dips his head, his lips meeting mine in a soft kiss, it surprises me.

“Morning,” he mutters with a smile as he pulls back.

“Hey,” I reply. Then, because I don’t really know how else to reply or what this new dynamic is, I ask, “How are you doing with your mom and dad being the King and Queen?”

He shrugs, “Fine, really. I do want to talk to them though.”

I nod, “Yeah, I get that. Did you message them yesterday when we got back?”

Van nods with a grin, “Yeah, and I’m glad I did. I had so many missed calls and texts that I know if I rang them, I would probably still be on the phone now.”

“When are we going to see them?” I ask, knowing that he has definitely arranged that with them.

He grimaces slightly, “They said they had waited long enough to see you and that they refused to wait any longer, so we’re all going for dinner on Saturday.”

I burst out laughing, “All of us?”

He nods, “Yep. They insisted on all of us coming. I hope Doc’s finished what he needs to do by then, but I wouldn’t put it past them to go and get him themselves.”

“Oh, they definitely would,” I reply as we start to head down the stairs and hopefully to breakfast and coffee. “Have Reed and Doc gone?”

He nods, “Yeah, they left early this morning.”

“Morning,” Raiden says as we enter the kitchen and dining space. He dips his head and kisses me before he carries on to the kitchen.

I clear my throat, “Morning.”

River is suddenly in front of me and grins, “Well, if Raiden’s doing it.”

His kiss lasts a bit longer than Raiden’s, but there’s no denying that it has the same effect on me. I walk into the room and dazedly take my seat between Griff and Ransom. Noting their huge smiles.

Griff clears his throat, and I glance at him, before he can do anything, I figure that I’ll just go with it and shrug, pulling his head down to mine and kissing him. A spark of awareness darts down my spine, and before I can take it as far as I want to, I pull back and turn to Ransom. He doesn’t wait for me; he just pulls me closer, a smirk on his lips that quickly disappears as they meet mine.

These men leave me fucking breathless.

I admit that it takes me a moment to drag my thoughts away from all of the things that we could be doing right now if it weren’t for the fact that I am still more human than supernatural.

In a somewhat ridiculous attempt to make it so that I can see all of these delicious men naked, I decide to plead with that place of magic that resides inside me. If I am a full supernatural, and hopefully a strong one, then I will get to play with my men, I mean the men. Wait, that didn’t really make sense. Damn vagina is messing with my thinking capabilities again. It happens far more often than I would like to admit.

Come on, just a bit more than a spark? Maybe reveal my true nature? I wait as the magic stirs, but only a little bit, as if it knows that my main motivation is so I can do the horizontal tango with the guys. I have never understood that saying, I mean, sex isn’t always horizontal, is it? Maybe I’m thinking too much into that. I have spent far too much time thinking about that. To be honest, it’s one of those random things that pops into my mind periodically and usually at really inopportune times when I really shouldn’t be thinking about names for sex and instead focusing on something important.

“What are you thinking about so hard?” Griff asks.

“Sex,” I blurt out.

Griff’s eyes widen slightly while Evander seems to choke on the sip of coffee that he’s only just taken, and the others all stop what they’re doing andstare at me. River has his mouth open, his fork halfway to his mouth as his eyes heat.

Raiden recovers first, “Oh, care to share?”

I roll my eyes but figure I may as well since I’ve already dragged them down the rabbit hole with me.

“I was thinking that the horizontal tango is an overused phrase since sex isn’t always horizontal,” I explain.

There’s silence for a moment before everyone begins to laugh.

“That is not what I thought you were going to say,” Griff admits with a laugh.

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