Page 57 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“Okay. Sorry. I got excited.” With a shrug, she came back to the little nest room. Mercy shut off the lights, and we all returned to my closet.
“It connected tomycloset?” AJ rubbed his chin. “Yeah, I had no idea.”
“It’s quite clever,” I replied. There were so many possibilities.
“I’m going to take my stuff upstairs and shower really quick before we cook. My pants are still wet and I smell gross,” Mercy told me.
I should do the same. While we’d changed shoes in AJ’s car, we hadn’t changed pants.
“Start the rice before you go up.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I put a hand to my face and laughed. “Sorry, not my house. I don’t even know if you have a rice cooker.”
AJ grinned. “We do. It’s on the counter and very fancy. Jonas needed one that sings.”
“The singing ones are the best. Kaiko’s aunt has one.” Mercy left, and I closed the door to the nest.
“I had no idea that it was there–or it connected the rooms,” AJ told me. “I have no issue with offering Grif this. We’ll probably have to redo it. As cute as that is, I’m not sure he could fit in it. This was clearly a hideaway, not a place to fuck.”
“True.” It would be a squeeze for me because of my height. It would be a pity to get rid of it. “I promise not to use the expressway to sneak into your room if the door is closed.” I grinned and went back into the bedroom. No,mybedroom.
I put my crutch down, and took stuff out of the bags, looking for bed sheets.
“Here, let me help you.” He found what had been washed and helped me get the mattress pad on. “I’m not willing to share Grif with you. That’s a hard boundary.”
“Of course. I respect your boundaries, AJ.” Confusion shot through me as I tried not to flinch as I recalled what had happened in the storeroom in the arena.
With the mattress pad on, we started with the flannel sheets. I didn’t even know they maderoundflannel sheets.
“Thank you. Of course, that’s different from me and Grif sharingyou.I hope you understand that.” He tucked in the sheets on his side. “Like that night at the arena.”
“Oh.” It made me think of something Jonas had said about parts of us that were just for each other. I found the blanket and the fluffy down comforter. There was also a brocade duvet cover that went with the decor and a soft flannel peach and cream one.
I ran my hands over the soft and cozy fabrics. I stood and turned. But AJ was still there. Right there.
Dropping the blankets, I smashed my lips into his, as my hands entwined in his hair.
He didn’t move, and my heart thundered in my ears. My head ducked as my cheeks warmed. “I’m sorry, AJ. I think I misunderstood.”
AJ’s hand cupped my face. “Princess, it’s not that I don’t want you. Oh, how I want you. I’m a little disappointed we can no longer have a sexy wager in our cook-off because I planned on watching the game with my cock in your mouth.”
It was a near growl as his eyes flashed with something primal. His scent grew fierce with arousal. I could feel his hard-on through his suit, which made me rub my thighs together as I imagined how he might feel inside me.
“What makes you think you wouldn’t be wearing my thighs as earrings?” I laughed. A sexy wager? I was all-in.
With a turn of his body, I found myself pushed into the closet and backward onto the pink chaise. He straddled me, hands on each side of my face, caging me in.
“The thing is,Princess. I’m not like them. In bed, you’renotmy equal. I’m yourking,and my rule is absolute.” Hard-on digging into me. His face hovered inches from mine, desire in his brown eyes.
He continued, “I’ll respect your limits, and I’ll absolutely make you come when I give you permission, of course. But understand me when I say that they give you pleasure–Itakeit.”
Yes, please.The idea of calling himmy kingmade me wet.
“Jonas ties me up and makes me come until I pass out. You tie me up and edge me until I break. Grif fucks me against a wall with my hands pinned above my head until my knees turn to jelly. I ride Dean and tell him he’s my good omega. Got it,” I breathed, as my pussy ached for a cock to fill it. Sure, I’d taken care of business on our trip, but it wasn’t the same.
His eyebrows arched. “That mouth. I wasn’t kidding when I told Grif you need to be punished more.”
I smirked as I gazed into his brown eyes. “I’m yours to punish, my king. Also, reward. Because I can be a most loyal subject.”
“You think I’ll reward that mouth by putting my cock in it?” His look dared me as his voice grew growly.
