Page 176 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“Ooh, that’s hot,” he hissed, seating himself behind Dean, water sloshing over the side of the tub.
“Is everyone okay?” I asked. Grif’s arms wrapped around Dean and me as we laid there snugly in the tub.
“I’m wiped out. But I don’t remember it being horrible like last time, thank fuck. It seemed like a big orgy,” Grif admitted.
Dean chuckled. “Gumdrop, heats are a big orgy. I liked that we were all together.”
“That was nice. Thanks for sharing your nest with me.” Grif leaned in and kissed Dean.
“Always.” Dean kissed him back.
Jonas came in. “Hey, you three.”
“Hey, sexy no-pants.” I gazed up at him. He looked exhausted.
“Anyone up for food?” he offered, giving Dean and me each a kiss on the forehead.
“Please,” Dean sighed. “I need a matcha latte.”
“Coffee and bacon,” Grif added.
“How many days have passed? Are we going back today?” The idea daunted me, given how tired I was, but we all had responsibilities.
“We’ve been here five days.” Jonas reached out and stroked Dean’s hair.
“Shit, my heats never last that long.” Dean leaned into his touch.
“It snowed a lot. Some roads are fucked, and won’t be dug out until at least tomorrow,” Jonas told us. “That’s not a bad thing. We need to make sure your heats are actually over. While we can’t stay too much longer, we could all use a rest after that.”
“I… I think I’m done?” Grif shrugged. “But yeah, Dean usually spikes right when we think it’s over.”
Dean kissed me. “Firstsies.”
My pussy protested, but if he had a spike, it wasn’t like I could deny him.
“I…I can’t believe I went into heat.” Grif twisted a little. “I’m so sorry. I’ll go back on the other suppressants.”
“It’s not the suppressants. It’s you watching your mate get shot. This is all perfectly normal, Grif.” Jonas shrugged, reaching out to stroke Grif’s hair.
“Yeah, but…” Grif grimaced, and anxiety shot through the bond. I squeezed his hand.
“I didn’t tell anyone you went into heat. All I said was that you had a fever, Dean got whatever you did, and I’d taken everyone, including Verity, to our cabin to recuperate,” Jonas reassured.
Relief coated Grif’s face. “Thank you.”
“Oh, I told Rusty so she could help watch after Mercy. Sorry,” Dean admitted.
“It’s okay. If anyone cares, we’ll tell them the fever turned out to be heat. Which is not a lie.” Jonas turned to Grif. “You still should go to the doctor or the Center clinic or something and get checked out. Verity, you’re going to need a follow-up. I had to fix your stitches twice. It’s probably going to scar.”
“I don’t really care. Thanks for that.” If one of my modeling clients did, well, that’s what makeup was for.
“Anytime, but don’t get shot again.” He said with a stern look on his face. “I’m going to hop in the shower downstairs. Then I’ll make food. Come down when you’re ready. Take your time. Maybe we should fill up the hot tub on the porch tonight. Light the fire pit and roast marshmallows.” Jonas gave us each a kiss and left.
“Hot tub? Fire pit? It’s snowing.” I made a face. Though if we were in the hot tub and roasting marshmallows, that could be nice?
Grif kissed me. “Your Southern is showing. Also, Jonas is Canadian.”
“I should get out and make sure Mercy is okay.” I didn’t want to. It was so nice and cozy here with them.
