Page 110 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“You took me so good,” I praised, stroking her hair. “I love fucking you.”
Her eyes closed, and she leaned her head on my shoulder, her body aftershocking in my arms. “My pussy feels better, thank you.”
Jonas leaned on the vanity. He picked up the tube. “Oh.”
Yeah, he knew exactly what that was.
“I fucked you too hard, Little Alpha?” Putting down the tube, he pressed his bare chest to my back, wrapping his arms around the both of us.
“A little,” she whispered. “It’s mostly the after part that hurts, not the act.”
“I’m sorry.” He leaned around me and kissed her. “It’s wonderful that our omega can make you feel better.”
“Oh, our omega did the best job, Alpha Jonas.” She smirked.
Our omega? Yeah, I liked that. A lot.
Jonas turned to me. “Love, Grif made your smoothie, and there’s some steamed eggs if you want them. I picked up the not-as-spicy chili crunch sauce yesterday.”
“Thank you.” I kissed him. He usually ate this egg custardy stuff before a game, along with some rice. It was pretty tasty, though he liked to put spicy shit all over it. Grif also made killer protein smoothies.
“There’s cake. That’s why I came in here,” Verity added. “I thought we could have birthday cake before you go.”
“You made me a cake?” I’d seen the cake, but I wasn’t sure if it was for me or if she was making cake pops.
Should I have cake before a game? No.
Would I? Abso-fucking-lutely.
I got my delicious dinner last night. Grif had even made me bread. This morning, I’d opened presents and Mercy and Verity made biscuits and gravy with crispy potatoes for breakfast. Now I gotcake?
Amazing.
What the nutritionist didn’t know didn’t hurt anyone.
Verity kissed me. “I did. Put on some pants.”
“Aw, no pantsless cake? You know, tonight, I’m going to get a shutout. After the game I want you, Grif, and Jonas all together with me in bed,” I told her, imagining how amazing that would be.
Getting a shutout against the Royals while Verity watched would be the cherry on the sundae of my amazing day.
Also, it was my birthday. I had a special surprise for her.
Oh, I couldn’t wait.
Something smacked my ass as I did my goalie stretches during our warm-up at the arena before our game. I popped up off the ice and skated after Grif and hit him back. Carlos busily tried to put pucks down people’s pants.
The music in the arena shifted to the birthday song. The monitors in the area flashed with a birthday cake andHappy Birthday Double-D.
For me? I waved at everyone as I ended up on the monitors.
Everyone sang to me as Nat-the-Knight came down from the ceiling on a swing dressed in goalie gear and a jersey with a one on it–my number.Awww.
A couple of kids watching warm-ups held happy birthday signs. One even brought me birthday bread. I made sure they all got pucks before I returned to the locker room.
“Here, Lucky. I can’t eat the birthday bread, but you can have it.” I pretended to feed it to him, wishing I could have some too instead of having to worry about shit like safety.
While some players stayed dressed, a few took off their jerseys and pads. Nakey took off almost everything, as usual.
