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“While I love watching you with them, it’s nice to finally be inside you.” His eyes stayed on mine, balls slapping my ass as his hands explored my naked body.
My body moved to meet his hard and deep thrusts.
“There. Right there,” I gasped as his piercing hit just the right spot. I writhed as I came all over his cock.
“Oh, you squeeze me so good,” he praised, his pace unrelenting. “I’m going to come, and I want you to lock me.”
He pulled out and thrust hard into me, making my pussy muscles flutter. I clamped down hard on his cock, locking him inside me.
“Verity,” he cried out. “Oh, fucking shit, I like that.” Jonas flopped down on me. “Mmmm. You lock me good.”
“That felt good.” My arms wrapped around him. “You feel so good.”
“I’m glad. I’ll take my time with you another day.” Jonas kissed me, slow and sweet, leaving me breathless.
He would?Yes, please.
I was falling for him, too. Yes, I’d have to make sure that I didn’t disappoint him again. As much as having my ass spanked hurt, that hurt more.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Grif
“Anyone home?” I called as I left the elevator, a bag of groceries in my arms. Dean had texted asking for sourdough bread.
Our quiet place reeked of sex, desire, and pheromones. Not uncommon, but Verity’s were in the mix.
Dean had hung up lightseverywherein anticipation of the holidays.Not just on the overgrown tree from AJ’s sister’s farm, but across the ceiling like we were at a rooftop bar. He’d even decorated my piano with them.
I’d drawn the line at putting his ceramic winter village on mybrand-new grand piano.We’d placed them on the mantle as usual, along with hooks for our socks. Fake greeneryfestooned the banister leading upstairs. Dean had replaced all the cushions, blankets, and towels with holiday ones.
The lights and decorations annoyed Jonas and AJ, but they put up with it. Personally, I loved it. We’d always decorated a lot at home when I was little, but it was mostly paper chains and popcorn garlands. Something Dean and I still made. They were both on the tree.
I put the bag on the counter, then chopped the tomato, garlic, and onions. Dean and Verity were going to need something to sop up all that booze. The request for bread was probably an ask to make him food. They must still be busy. I’d check on them after I got things going.
Them together? Mmmm. Would Jonas watch or join in? The heat between them the other day waspalpable.
I added the vegetables in a pot with some butter and stock. As it came to a boil, I put everything else away, including some gourmet cheese and a loaf of warm, crusty sourdough bread.
Time to check on everyone. As I walked past the den, a whimper shot me in the heart.
Dean, in only his briefs, curled in front of Jonas’ door. His toes were now painted in black and silver.
“Hey, Jellybean, what’s wrong?” I frowned, crouching in front of him and cupping his face with my hand. I’d expected him to be in bed with her, not sitting in the hall looking like someone kicked his puppy.
“He closed the door. He’s in there with her and won’t let me in. Jonas wasspankingher. Not fair. It was so much fun when it was the three of us. They escaped when I fell asleep.” He gave me a baleful look. “He won’t let me join in.” Hurt filled his quiet voice as he put his hand on the door.
“Jellybean, they’re allowed to have a little alone time,” I soothed. She might have got overwhelmed and needed space and some extra cuddles.
Dean pouted, lower lip jutting out. “Did you know Jonas iscockblockingme? She has to ask to have me. Again, not fair.”
Getting fully onto the floor, I pulled him into my lap and kissed Jonas’ bond mark on Dean’s neck, trying to soothe him. “Jonas is allowed to have boundaries.”
“Still, he could let me in. I want to be spanked by her.”
I smoothed his hair and held him to me. Dean wasn’t used to not getting his way. He smelled of sex, Jonas, and Verity. The combo of Jonas’ moss and Verity’s driftwood was incredible.
“Did you say he wasspankingher?” My eyebrows rose.
