Page 151 of Finding the Forward: Part One
“Not yet,” I growled.Soon.
Because she was drunk, I worried about consent. Also, while I knew exactly what I’d like to do to her, I didn’t know how much she’d want Dean to see. I was sure that like Grif, there were parts of her that weren’t for everyone. While I’d make sure they were satisfied, I might have to wait to discover what was only for me.
“Alpha,” Dean whined, nuzzling my neck at the spot by my collarbone where he liked to bite me.
My hand stroked the back of his neck, soothing my worked-up omega. “Soon, Love. As soon as we get home. I’ll fuck you good.”
“Please, Alpha. Verity wouldn’t fuck me without you,” he whined between kisses, perfume flooding the car.
Yeah, I’d get billed a de-scenting fee for this trip. At least I’d ordered an SUV with a partition.
“As she should. That’s my girl.” I gave her hair a stroke, so she’d know how much I appreciated her obeying that rule, despite being drunk and Dean’s insistence.
It was more that I wanted to know that she’d obey my rule than that I actually needed the rule obeyed. But I’d keep it for now.
I’d also gotten a text from Charlie who I asked to do damage control.
Charlie
Nothing incriminating on the shop’s video feeds, but I deleted it anyway.
That place looks fun.
The driver dropped us off, and I got them upstairs. Those two had gotten lucky. This misadventure could’ve gone so very wrong.
Dean and Verity made out in the elevator and darted toward the bedroom as soon as the doors opened.
“Shoes off,” I ordered, as I took off my sneakers and put them on the rack.
Dean helped Verity remove hers, then toed his off, leaving them in the middle of the floor. He scooped her up and carried her out of the over-decorated living room; her giggling.
I put their shoes on the rack and placed her crutch and backpack by the couch. Going to the kitchen, I grabbed some hydrogel packs out of the kitchen, then headed for my bathroom.
There, I got condoms and one of the Sobrex pills I kept for emergencies, along with some water. It was something that helped sober alphas up quickly, though it didn’t make the hangover go away.
The two of them lay on Dean’s bed, making out and laughing, him shirtless. The two of them together made me hard. Not just because Verity was dry humping my omega or that the room reeked of arousal. Both had a carefree look about them.
“Verity, take this. It’ll help sober you up.” I gave her the pill, the water, and the hydrogel, then handed Dean another hydrogel and put the rest on the nightstand.
Later, Verity and I needed to have a serious talk, and she should be sober for that.
She swallowed the pill, then gave Dean a kiss. “I’m going to use your bathroom.”
“Hi, Babe.” Dean leaned into me, his cozy scent sweet with arousal.
“Hi, Love. Feeling pretty good?” I kissed his temple, arms around him.
“Mmmm hmmm. I had a lovely afternoon with my little alpha, and now she’s going to take that bad day of hers out on my cock.” He started kissing my neck.
“Right, Grif said that she had a bad day.” It was still no excuse for putting Dean in danger.
“Do you really think Verity goes day-drinking randomly?” Dean looked up, a lock of strawberry hair falling in his green eyes.
“True. You know it was dumb, don’t you?” I ran my fingers through his hair, brushing it away from his face.
His lip jut out though he didn’t pull away. “I’m allowed to go on a date with her.”
“Sure. But you two getting drunk in public alone is not okay–for so many reasons. Both of youwillpay for it later,” I warned, making my tone stern.
