Page 5 of Finding the Forward: Part One
“Oh, this is pretty.” She ran her fingers over the chunky yarn.
“Are you okay in there, Lucky?” I joked as I peeked under the blanket.
The plane took off. I put the privacy guard up to shield us from the other rows, then got out my laptop so we could watch a rom-com. As we watched the movie and ate our snacks, I had a drink, and she had a couple.
She took off her seatbelt and inched closer, her leg brushing against mine. I grew hard under the blanket from her touch.
Verity also kept fretting. Which made it difficult to relax.
“What do you need, Kitten?” I paused the movie.
“An edible and a vibrator,” she muttered. “Sorry. Too much information. I don’t like flying. You’re so nice. I wish I was allowed to date.”
“You can’t date?” My hand went to my heart. Of course, they didn’t let her date. Dating led to marriage or mating, leaving them without someone to do their chores and raise their kids.
If we lived close, I’d date her. The guys would adore her–especially Dean. Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her, long and sweet. Her pink lip gloss tasted of peppermint.
Her eyes widened, but instead of pulling away, she kissed me harder, our lips crashing together in a cacophony of need. My hand tangled in her long hair. I was glad it was mostly private here. Dean wouldn’t mind. I’d tell him all about her in great detail. I was more worried about it ending up on the internet.
Still, every ounce of me screamed to kiss this sweet kitten and let her ride my hand until the plane landed. Not sure why, since I was on so many suppressants and blockers that I’d done permanent damage to my instincts.
Hockey was my life, and no team in the Professional Hockey League had an omega forward.
Honestly, I didn’t care that I’d damaged myself to the point where no one even considered that my beta designation might be fake. I was positively giant for an omega, given I was bigger than most alphas.
Dean loved me and my soon-to-be-pack accepted me wholeheartedly. That was all that mattered.
Mmmm. Her lips and skinweresoft. That mass of hair felt great in my hands.That body.My cock strained against my pants, begging to escape and bury itself in her aroused softness.
“Sorry.” I broke off the heated kiss. “I don’t want to take advantage of you. You’ve had a rough day.”
Just because she smelled like she wanted me, didn’t mean she did.
Verity’s look went coy as the sweet scent of her desire flared. She ran a manicured finger down my chest. “What if I want to be taken advantage of?”
Chapter Two
Verity
What if I want to be taken advantage of?My cheeks burned. Why did I say that? It sounded so silly and desperate.
Today had been dreadful. This cute guy, who I was pretty sure was a professional fútboler, could make it all better.
I didn’t recognize him. Surprising, since I watcheda lotof fútbol. But there were domestic leagues I didn’t follow. He probably played for one of them.
Who knew they made fútbolers so big? Certainly, there hadn’t been any on the teams I’d played on. Especially in undergrad.Tasty.
“Are you sure about that?” Grif gave me a sultry look.
A giant hand worked its way up my bare leg, sending shivers through me. Good thing the plane was dark and we were under a blanket.
“Yes,” I gasped, as his hand didn’t stop.
From the moment I laid eyes on the enormous, well-dressed man, my core burned with desire in a way it hadn’t in a very long time. Iwantedhim. He wasbeautifulwith his shaggy red hair, bushy red beard, and big green eyes. His arms were monstrous–and so were his legs.
And those hands...
Those large, rough, pale hands.
