Page 72 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“We won’t be like that.” He squeezed me. “I promise.”
“Good. After you left me in the bleachers, I started to put things together. It shook me. Fault or not, I made a bad choice, and we were both hurt by it. I love you, and hurting you is the last thing I want to do.” Tears streamed down my face.
“I know, Kitten.” He kissed away my tears. “That doesn’t mean you need to rush. However, I appreciate that you and Mercy have been talking about ways to make it work. It means the world to me. To us. As you can see by your rooms, we have, too.”
“Can we make this work?” My fingers trailed down his face. I needed everything to be okay. Somehow.
He took my hand and kissed my fingertips. “We can and will.”
Grif poured us more wine. I refreshed the hot water, and we continued to talk more about our fears and dreams and hopes. What life might look like with Mercy and me here with them. Where we fit and what we could do to support each other.
And what things could be like for us long-term–after my PhD and hockey. I loved the picture he painted, about fixing up the house in Boston. Him telling me about different things he wanted to explore with music. How AJ wanted the pack to travel more. The sailing race Dean always wanted to enter. Jonas’ dream to go on a cross-country motorcycle trip.
“This is all new for me, too. I’m scared shitless about embracing what I’ve been fighting against all these years,” he told me.
“I’m here. While I love sheer research, maybe Iwillbe a professor after all. It would give me more time to spend with you over the summers for adventures. If I work at the same university Jonas coaches at, then I can come watch them during practice and heckle the coach,” I laughed.
For all my fútbol dreams, being a professor and my flower research was always my endgame.
Grif snorted. “Be the super-hot coach’s wife. I love that.”
“Hey, are you two okay? You’ve been in there a long time,” AJ said from the other side of the door, giving it a little knock.
“You can come in, AJ,” I called.
AJ came in, a sheepish look on his face. “Sorry, while we talked about you using the passage to my room, we never talked about me using it to yours.”
“It’s fine. Sorry, I didn’t mean to monopolize him.” I frowned a little because while we’d needed to talk, it was late.
AJ shook his head as he sat on the raised platform of the tub, looking like a god in the flickering candlelight. He wore only sweatpants, and I saw the pack tattoo on his bicep that matched the other guys.
“That wasn’t it, Princess. Monopolize him all you need tonight. I wanted to make sure you were okay.You.I can feel that he’s fine through the bond, but I can’t feel you. Sorry it took so long, I sort of fell asleep, and before that you were…” He smirked. “Occupied.”
Heat seared my face. “You’re bonded. You can feel that now.”
“I knew you’d fuck him. It’s not like I can read his mind. Also, I can block it out. So next time we have a cook-off with a sexy wager, he won’t miss a goal at an away game because my dick is down your throat as we watch him on TV.” He threw a smirk at Grif.
I grinned and shook my head, imagining it. “No, it will be you between my thighs.”
“Mmmm, do you want to come for him?” Grif murmured, a hand stroking my leg.
“She did earlier.” AJ’s eyes blazed. “She looked so pretty tied up with my belt.”
My pussy quivered at the thought. “Can I have you both together?”
“You want me to knot that ass of yours while Grif chokes you with his dick so you don’t wake the house?” AJ cupped my face with his hand, which then ran down to my throat, encircling it. “I’d love that. Just remember who’s in charge–and it’snotyou.”
His words made me clench.Take me, please.
“I know that you can be a good girl for us.” Grif’s voice went gravelly as his hand tangled in my hair at the back of my neck.
My hips arched at their dirty talk as my thighs rubbed together. “Oh, yes please, Tiger. I want you both to fill every one of my holes with your cum.”
AJ’s hand curled tighter around my throat as he tipped my head up. “You’re forgetting something, Princess.”
“Please, my king. I want to be tied up and conquered by both of you,” I begged, the desire to be fucked by them both at once overwhelming.
“Oh, I like that.” Grif’s eyes blew out with need, as the hand between my thighs toyed with me.
