Page 175 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
Everything was a hazy mess of lips and limbs, of moans and kisses. But I remembered being dicked down repeatedly, mostly by Dean and Grif.
Maybe it was over now? I could use a nap.
Not to mention I should make sure Mercy was okay. See how many days had passed. Hopefully, someone had covered my classes.
One thing I recalled about our hazy fuck-fest was that I’d bonded with Dean, Jonas, and AJ. The entire pack was now mine. I hummed happily as I felt them right there in my heart.
Dean came back in, handed me two over-the-counter pain relievers, and left again. I swallowed them, using the water from the shower.
A moment later, he climbed into the shower with me, hanging up a towel on a hook. He took a bottle off the shelf and sat down with me under the spray.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. Something about that simple act, that caring touch, made me melt, and I let him hold me under the warm water.
“Oh. Whoops.” Dean gingerly peeled the bandages off my shoulder.
Jonas had tended to it several times. He’d set his phone alarm to remind him to give me pain medicine. Though I couldn’t remember when that last was. Honestly, even though I ached and parts of me throbbed, it wasn’t that bad, all things considered.
Gently, Dean washed me, cleaning my shoulder and the rest of me with the three-in-one man wash–including my hair. Taking the handheld sprayer, he rinsed me off and kissed me.
“If you sit in front of me, I’ll wash you,” I offered.
Dean scrambled over me and sat between my legs. He hummed with pleasure as I worked the soap over his body and tried to get the cum out of his hair. Using the sprayer, I rinsed him off.
“Much better.” I kissed his jaw, which was full of stubble. My kisses moved down his neck and I licked the bite mark I’d left, tending to it. He made a happy noise.
Dean stood and got out, drying himself off with the towel, then putting it on the floor like a rug. He turned off the shower and scooped me up.
He carried me to the giant bathtub, which was nearly full, and put me in. The water was hot, blue-green, and deliciously scented with mint and lavender. He turned off the tap, then pressed a button, starting the water jets, then got in behind me.
“Thank you, this is nice.” I leaned into him, using his chest as a pillow.
“If I hurt, you absolutely ache.” He looked worn out.
“I don’t remember much,” I confessed, savoring the closeness of Dean and the warmth of the bath.
“Me neither. It felt more intense than usual.” His arms wrapped around me.
“I bonded with you. I hope that’s okay.” Anxiety twisted in my belly.
He snagged my lips with his and I got love through the bond. “Beyond okay. Is the water too hot?”
“It’s perfect. I love the way it smells.” I nuzzled into him. His chest made a nice pillow.
“I put multiple bath bombs in. I brought the cream. Maybe later I can make sure it gets in all the right places?” he offered.
“Mmmm, that sounds wonderful.” Okay, I didn’t wantanythingin my pussy or ass for a bit, but I loved the idea of that soothing cream being rubbed all over me.
Grif walked in and used the toilet, not noticing us. He washed his hands and brushed his teeth, possibly with the same toothbrush I’d used.
“Hey, Tiger.” I gave him a little wave.
“Kitten. Jellybean.” Grif gave us each a kiss. He went to join us in the tub.
Dean put a hand on his chest, stopping him, nose wrinkling. “Please rinse off.”
“Okay.” Grif disappeared into the shower and turned the water on.
A moment later, the water turned off. He got out and climbed into the tub with us.
