Page 63 of Finding the Forward: Part One
“Fair. I like them, Dean doesn’t. Jonas doesn’t care. AJ prefers macaroni salad.” Grif laughed. “Seriously, Kitten.” He turned me around so I faced him but was in his arms.
His green eyes drilled into me, creating more little holes in my soul that only he could fill.
“You spoil me in so many ways that money can’t buy. Special cupcakes. Calf massages. Blow jobs while I’m driving. Oh, Kitten, I’ll never see a fruit roll the same way.” His lips grazed my ear, making my painted toes curl in my flats.
Neither would I. “I’m glad you liked it. I can make you fried chicken.”
I was glad he was alright with what I could give. While I wasn’t a flashy, rich alpha, that didn’t mean he didn’t awaken a deep-seated alpha need to pamper him.
“Please spoil me like that. Don’t feel guilty for one moment when I take you some place fancy. Can you make me some of those muffins you made Dean the other day? They were so good.” He kissed me on the temple as we left the elevator.
“Sure. Would you like me to make any alterations to the recipe?” I took his hand as we walked out of the building into the cool night air.
Each designation had slightly different nutritional needs. I’d tailored them for my omega dad, but anyone could eat them. I had the feeling that whatever nutrition plan the Knights had Grif on wasn’t quite enough. Hopefully, once they got to know him better it would even out.
“I like them the way you make them.” He smacked his lips, and it was easy to imagine them across my skin, going lower and lower until...
I sucked in a sharp breath.Soon.
The valet brought the car over. Grif helped me in and made sure my crutch was secure in the back. I plugged in my phone.This time I chose a mellow night-driving list, and not my seduction selections.
“Where are we going now? Mercy’s still at the house, so not there. I’m perfectly content with fucking in the car like we’re teenagers.” I gave his dick a little squeeze, delighting at how it hardened under my touch.
For a moment I pretended it was a stick shift and made gear noises as I drove his cock.
“Kitten.” His voice went low and growly. Not an alpha growl, but tantalizing nevertheless.
Smirking, I returned my hands to my lap.
“Is that how you lost your virginity? In high school, in someone’s car? After the senior dance?” He placed his hand over mine.
“In the closet, at a fancy hotel, for my friend’s excellent eighteen party,” I laughed.
“I never got an excellent eighteen party. Dean’s was in his backyard. We had an open bar, fancy catering, and a DJ. We were hungover for a week. His poor mom,” he chuckled. “The places she found clothing.”
I could only imagine, having been to plenty of house parties. “Oh, I didn’t get one either—or anything when I finally awakened as an alpha. I was away for a fútbol game when it happened. We went to the club and got wasted. Dad took me to dinner at my favorite restaurant, but that was it.”
That hurt a little, since everyone seemed so disappointed in me for not staying a beta.
“Getting wasted at an away game sounds fun,” he laughed. “What about your sister? Does she want one?”
“Oh, yes. Mercy wants to rent out a club and throw a giant excellent eighteenth extravaganza. She hasn’t awakened yet, but it’s coming. What about you? When did you lose your virginity?” I asked, curious.
“We were fifteen. Dean brought me on his family vacation during winter break. I got sick, so instead of skiing, Dean would stay back in the cabin to take care of me while his parents hit the slopes. When I was feeling a little better, we took advantage of being completely alone.” His eyebrows waggled.
“Fuzzy rug in front of a roaring fire?” It sounded delightful.
“Pretty much. His awakening as an omega when we were at university was a surprise. Since we weren’t sure if it would hurt him being signed or his position on our team, we kept it a massive secret. He told his mom, but that was so she could help,” he told me.
“Was she okay with it?” I bit my lower lip. It was sad when the parents didn’t accept mine or Creed’s designations. It wasn’t as if we could help it.
“Dean’s mom’s an omega and was excited. When he was outed after we were already pro. His dad was fine with it, too. If anything, he was proud of him for not letting societal expectations dictate his dreams. But let’s not talk about Dean right now, unless, of course, you want to. He’s into you.” Grif winked as he drove.
“I’m a female alpha. That happens sometimes.” The default was male alphas and female omegas. Female alphas were even rarer than male omegas.
“That’s not why he’s into you, Kitten. I have to admit, I enjoy being the center of your attention. I like you. A lot,” he breathed, hand toying with the hem of my dress.
All the air left the car. This was only our first official date. At the same time, he was the first person I texted in the morning, the last I texted at night. On the days he was around the training complex I loved bumping into him. Sometimes he worked out late so that he’d see Mercy and me. Or he’d sit with me on the bleachers in the morning for a few moments and we’d cuddle.
