Page 172 of Finding the Forward: Part One
Oh. That was why he’d gotten up in the middle of the night.
AJ stood in the doorway, wearing the PJ pants. “Sounds good. I’ll start the coffee? Jonas is already up.”
“I’ll put the cinnamon rolls in the oven.” Grif gave AJ a shy look. “I hope I didn’t mess up your breakfast plans.”
AJ snaked an arm around him. “There’s always room for cinnamon rolls.”
When I entered Jonas’ room, he’d just gotten out of the shower, tattoos glistening with water. He’d probably gone for a run. I tugged him onto the bed with me, and held him tight, enjoying a moment.
“Hey, did you have a pleasant night with Grif?” He stroked my hair.
“I did. Helovedhis present, too.” I’d confided in Jonas because I had to tell someone besides my parents.
“Good.” Jonas placed a gentle kiss on my temple. He smelled of soap and moss, his taut, muscular body feeling delightful under mine.
My eyes fell on the spanking bench in the corner. After the events of a couple of days ago, I’d never see it quite the same way. Whatdidshe look like on it?
Probably beautiful. Part of me was still a little upset that he hadn’t let me in.You don’t get to see this.Why the fuck not? That wasmylittle alpha.
“Have you heard from her since she’s been gone?” I asked.
I didn’t know if he texted her like the rest of us did. But I didn’t want my alpha to hurt her big heart. Our little alpha had fallen for Jonas. Hard.
“Yes.” He grabbed his phone off the nightstand. “She thinks I like motorcycles.”
I snorted. “You do.”
Jonas and Grif used to have motorcycles, but after Grif broke his leg in a wreck, they’d gotten rid of them. Jonas missed his. Grif now preferred his sports car.
He handed me his phone. There were a bunch of pictures of Verity sitting on motorcycles–all in the same place like she was in someone’s garage. A dirt bike. A sleek street bike. Another with areallylong seat. One that looked a lot like Grif’s old one.
In each one she wore some cute outfit or pretty dress, posing like the model she was.
“That is thetiniestmotorcycle.” I looked at Verity on a little dark green motorcycle, Mercysqueezedinto the sidecar. It looked like a child’s toy. It must be her big sister’s.
“That size and color iscustom. Who’d have figured that the Thanukos pack was into motorcycles?” Jonas propped himself up on one elbow. “They were playing dress up or something.”
“Oh fuck, she needs one of those,” I breathed, taking in the next one. “Look at her.”
Verity lounged on a green motorcycle that was nearly identical to the small one, only alpha-sized. She wore a gorgeous black and gold nightie that hiked up her golden thigh and strappy heels.
I texted her on Jonas’ phone that I wanted a picture of her on a motorcycle, too.
“Ineed one of those. The waiting list is crazy for those fuckers. She looks good on it. Mmmm, her in some leather pants.” Jonas’ expression went wistful.
“I’d ride behind her anytime.” I grinned, imagining what it would feel like to hang on to her as we sped through the streets of New York.
Jonas pulled on his pajama pants so he could match the rest of us. We headed out to the living room. My mouth watered at the smell of baking cinnamon rolls.
We gathered around the table and ate, talking about stupid shit, like a new technique for making snowballs. Grif’s family took snowball fightswaytoo seriously.
AJ’s sister sent him pictures of the mini cows in their hats and sweatersinsidehis sister’s house with the girls, who’d made stockings for the cows. Grif kept peeking at his phone and grinning.
“Princess sending you nudes?” AJ put more smoked salmon on toast.
What? I wanted nudes.
One tradition AJ brought to us was importing anentiresmoked salmon and having it with toast, caviar, creme fraiche, and overpriced champagne for breakfast. There was also anassortment of yogurt, cheeses, meats, fruit, and, of course, Grif’s cinnamon rolls with cream cheese frosting.Divine.
