Page 84 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
“Boneless.” She kissed me. “That was the best reward.”
“You are amazing and wonderful. I’m here to support you in any way you need, especially as you and Grif work things out,” I assured.
They had some work to do, but I could see that connection between them.
“Thank you.” She kissed me again, then rested her head on my shoulder, cuddling into me.
“I love that you’re here with us. You need a rest so bad. After this, we’ll have a nice bubble bath, and I’ll give you a good rubdown.” And I’d put my cock in her mouth if she asked me to.
“I’m feeling so spoiled,” Verity sighed.
“I love spoiling you.” Already she looked so much happier than she had when we’d come home from our game in Quebec.
Yeah, I didn’t see her and Mercy returning to their place after it was fixed. We’d need to finish all our renovations. At least we’d gotten started. Tomorrow I’d see if Mercy wanted to go running so I could get to know her a little better.
Our little snow-cation should be the first of many. We needed more blanket burrito nights. Summer evenings on the porch. Her being in my bed.
I kissed my blissed-out sweet girl.
Yes, there was no doubt that our little alpha belonged with us.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Dean
Ilooked through my art supplies for my paint brushes. Mostly I preferred to work with pencils or charcoal, but I did paint sometimes–like when I’d added color to the picture in Mercy’s room. I’d never done that before and wanted to try that with something else.
First, I needed to figure out where I’d left my brushes. We were on day three of being snowed in. While the power had come back on, another storm was hitting.
And I loved it.
We got to relax and spend time together playing games and watching movies in front of the fire. It was fun learning about Mercy and Verity’s favorites–and teaching them about ours.
Though Jonas had downloaded some app to all our phones so we could learn some fake space language together. Whatever. It made him happy.
At least our place was big enough that everyone could spread out and have space.
Like right now. I was drawing. Grif played the piano. Jonas hid upstairs reading. Mercy and Verity had been baking more cookies.
That was something else I liked—all the cookies and treats. Like the cinnamon rolls we made yesterday. Or the coffee cake we had this morning.
Good thing we had a gym in the house.
Music serenaded me as I walked out into the living room. He’d play, write things down, frown, play something else, erase things, then write more things and do it all again.
It was nice seeing Grif compose. I kicked myself for not getting him a piano the moment he’d moved in.
Helping myself to a cookie from the cooling rack on the counter, I went upstairs. I might have left my paint brushes lying around up there.
I peeked in the open door to the gym. Verity, in a sports bra and leggings, smacked one of the punching bags with her crutch.
“Good. Again. Tell him to stop, then hit him if he doesn’t,” AJ instructed.
“I’m never going to get it.” Her head hung.
Putting his hand under her chin, he tipped her face up. “Believe in it. Want it. Claim it. Now do it again.”
