Page 140 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“Pretty sure there is. I got some new candles, too.” She disappeared into the bathroom.
The too-small ring was still on my finger, miraculously. I set it on the nightstand so it didn’t get lost. Maybe Dean had a chain so I could wear it around my neck.
Getting out of bed, I opened her closet so I could look in the mirror. There, opposite AJ’s and almost perfectly symmetrical, was her bite.
“Hi.” Verity slipped into the closet and wrapped her arms around me, and we looked at ourselves naked in the mirror.
Her unbound hair was a mess. Mine wasn’t neat either. But we looked happy.
I was happy.
She leaned in and gave me a kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Kitten.” I leaned into her.
Wow. I had bonded with all three of my loves–and they’d bonded me back. Everything was now right with the world.
Chapter Forty-Two
Dean
Looking in the bathroom mirror, I ran my hand through my damp hair, which had gotten a little long. I straightened my silver tie.
“Hey, Jellybean, can you tie my tie?” Grif came in, holding a cream-colored tie, which matched his bead-covered, filmy, cream vest.
All these years and the man still couldn’t tie his own tie. If I wasn’t around, AJ would pre-knot ties for him–or Grif used clip-ons.
“Come here.” I pulled my husband close, inhaling his rainy scent, which was now tinged with bits of all three of his mates.
His beard was nice and trimmed. A fresh bite mark peaked out from the collar of his white tux shirt.
She’d bonded with him. I felt it last night.
Oh, fuck me, I’d felt it–along with them fucking all night long.
This morning, when Jonas had dragged me to practice, they’d stayed home and fucked until Verity had class.
“Will you be okay with a tie? If you want to go tieless and open a few buttons, no one’s going to say anything. You might be more comfortable that way. This is a nice vest. Is it new?” I unbuttoned his shirt a little to let his neck breathe.
“AJ got it made so I’d match Verity? Is that even a thing? Most everyone’s wearing black and silver.” He eyed my tie.
I fixed the buttons on his vest. It was so pretty with all the tiny little beads. “My dad always matches my mom for these sorts of things.”
“Okay.” He looked at himself in the mirror and loosened another shirt button. “Maybe that? It… it chafes a little.”
It would.
Grif held up his hand, the ring from Verity on the tip of his finger. “Do you have a chain I can use? I want to wear it, but I don’t have anything.”
“Of course I do.” I pulled him into my room, and opened my top dresser drawer, then pulled out the cigar box I kept my jewelry in. Grif had carefully covered it with pictures of all my favorite things and given it to me for my birthday back when we were kids.
Sorting through everything, I found one. Taking the ring off his pinky, I slid it on the chain. Leaning in, I put it on him, kissing his neck. “Does that bother you?”
“No.” His hand covered mine and squeezed it, love coming through the bond. “Thank you.”
I kissed his cheek, his beard soft on my face. “That’s what husbands are for.”
“It’s sweet she gave it to me.” He held the ring in his giant hand.
