Page 146 of Finding the Forward: Part One
The front desk looked like a martini glass. There were two menus–one of services, and one of drinks–which seemed to all contain candy.
“Hi, reservation for two under Thorne.” She got out her phone.
“Can we upgrade to a private room?” I asked, still scanning the menu. “Verity, I’ve got this. Save your special sister money so you can still have that special sister time.”
“Dean.” She shook her head.
I pulled her close. “Did you know I’m the highest earner in the pack? Yeah, I out-earn Jonas. We’re so busy we never spend it. AJ invests it and makes more money. Please, let me buy you some drinks and whatever it is we’re getting done.”
I’d paint my nails pink sparkles if it made her happy.
She gave me a kiss. “Thank you, Dean.”
It was fun upgrading everything, even though I didn’t know what any of it meant, since everything had cutesy names. The staff whisked us away to a private room that looked like a little pink cloud.
“What are we doing? Because I’m still not sure,” I told her as we sat together in a giant pink recliner built for two, our feet in bubbly pink water.
We should have lunch before drinking, but whatever. Maybe we’d get food after.
“We’re getting pedicures. You got us the super fancy one, so this is going to be fun.” She wiggled happily in the chair.
“I’ve never gotten a pedicure,” I confessed. “I’ve taken my mom to get facials. There’s this little omega-only place she likes.”
Being a big guy who’d hid their designation for years, I wasn’t very comfortable in omega-only spaces.
“Aww. I’d love for one of my moms to do something like that with me,” she sighed, look wistful.
“My mom would love to have a spa day with you, then go have afternoon tea, maybe do a little shopping.” Oh, she’d adore Verity. She’d always wanted a daughter and had hoped that one day we’d bring a woman into the pack. My mom had difficulty conceiving and my parents were lucky they’d gotten me.
Someone brought us our drinks. Her gummy-bear martini was colorful and cute. My blue drink looked like a little aquarium with gummy fish. At least it had a straw, or I’d spill it all over myself. Yeah, I shouldn't be drinking a giant sugary drink like this mid-season. But I’d splurge today.
“We need pictures.” Verity snapped a picture of us with our drinks.
“Want to try?” I offered her my fishbowl.
“Please. Try mine.”
We traded drinks. I loved how her lips wrapped around the straw. I wanted those lips wrapped around my dick like that. After we traded drinks back, I snagged a kiss, which tasted of vodka and sugar.
“I know one way you could pay me back.” I waggled my eyebrows. How private was this room?
Verity giggled, joy on her face. “As much as I’d love to, I wouldn’t want to get in trouble with Jonas for breaking his request to watch.”
“Him watching us was something he specifically asked for?” I took another sip to hide my outrage. He what? That cockblock.
Verity was already half through with her drink. If she needed to get wasted while she got her toes painted, I’d make sure she got home safe to my bed. I’d even make her some coffee and a grilled cheese sandwich before her party. I texted Grif to get some sourdough bread on his way home. Ooh, and some gruyere.
Maybe he’d make them for us. He made the best grilled cheese.
“Yes, every time.” She bit her lower lip. “I can’t pull you into a closet whenever I want.”
“Eh, he’ll just spank us.” It would absolutely be worth the punishment.
At least for me.
I waggled my eyebrows. “...or do you not want to be spanked by Jonas? I don’t kink shame.”
“I’m curious about his armored dick.” Verity took another gulp of her drink. “Like how it feels when it’s inside you. Also, his tongue when he goes down on you. Mmmm.”
