Page 163 of Finding the Forward: Part One
Shit. He was punishing her byspanking.
“It makes sense, given he basically told me I’d get it later for breaking the safety rules.” Dean rolled his eyes. “Eh, my date with her was worth it. Nothing bad happened.”
“I’m glad.” Not that I thought anything would. They were fine, just like when Verity and I were out alone.
Jonas was overreacting. However, it meant he felt like she was part of the pack, which I liked. A lot.
“Hey, I brought everything to make you grilled cheese and tomato soup. Why don’t we check on Verity and make sure she’s okay, then you can help me make the food?” I asked, still stroking his hair.
Dean perked. “With gruyere?”
“Yep.” I slid him off my lap. “Kitten?” I called, giving the door a soft rap. “Are you okay in there?”
Jonas was more intense than I was. There was a soft murmur from the other side.
“I’m okay, Tiger,” she groaned. “I... I’ll be out soon.”
“If you’re okay, take your time,” I told her. From the sounds she was making, Jonas was probably rubbing her back like he had in Glitter City. He was good at shit like that.
“She’s okay, Grif. Promise,” Jonas called.
“Good. I’m going to make Dean some food. When you’re ready, I’ll make some for you,” I told them, holding Dean to me. It wouldn’t be long before she needed to get ready for the party.
“I’d like that, thank you,” she called back.
I squeezed Dean’s shoulder. “See? She’s okay.”
“I know she’s okay. I just want to be there, too. Being with two alphas at once wasincredible.” Dean pouted as we returned to the kitchen.
What would it be like to be with AJ and Verity? Amazing probably.
Dean told me all about their date, and the subsequent sex, in great detail while I made coffee and finished cooking and blending the soup. It made me a little jealous, considering she was leaving to go to Rockland with her siblings and I wouldn’t see her for days.
I sliced the bread and buttered the outsides, putting gruyere, tomato, and prosciutto in the center.
“Mmmm.” Dean sliced off a little piece of bread and was eating it, a joyful look on his face. “Have I told you I love bread?”
“A time or two, I think?” I teased as I fried his sandwich until golden brown on each side, the cheese melty in the middle.
I put it on a plate. Dean had replaced our usual dishes with holiday ones. I sliced the sandwich in half crosswise and added a sprinkle of salt. Ladling some soup into a matching holiday bowl, I set the bowl on the plate with the sandwich. Then, I garnished the soup with fresh basil and grated parmesan.
“There you go.” I put it in front of him, then made some for myself. Yeah, I’d leave this off my nutrition tracker.
As we ate, Dean kept glancing at the hall as if willing them to come out.
I finished my sandwich and put my dishes in the sink. “I’ll go check on them.”
“Okay. Is there enough for me to have another? I can make her one, too. The soup was perfect, by the way,” Dean told me.
“Thanks.” I knew what post-drinking foods he liked. “There’s enough. You can make Jonas one, too.”
He glowered. “Jonas can make his own sandwich.”
Well then.
The bedroom door sat open. Jonas, in boxers, hair wet, was on the bed. Verity occupied his lap, in only one of his shirts, as he intricately braided her hair.
“Hey, Tiger. Whatever you’re cooking smells amazing.” She smiled at me.
