Page 78 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
The blanket lifted, and her face peaked under the covers. “Hiya, Tiger.”
“Good morning, Kitten. I’m a little busy eating breakfast. Can I help you?” I smirked, gazing up at those blue-green eyes.
“Mmmm, you can bury your cock inside me,” she hummed, her driftwood scent going sweet with desire and need.
“Can I?” I gave her clit a long and teasing lick, then met her gaze.
“Oh, yes, you can.” Her eyes gleamed. “Though that feels delightful.”
Shimmying out from under all the covers, I sank my cock deep inside her wet and waiting warmth without any preparation. My arms wrapped around her.
“Like that.” She giggled, arching her back and moving her hips to meet my thrusts.
As much as I loved fucking her against the wall with her arms above her head or seeing her tied up and at AJ’s mercy, I also lovedthis.
We play wrestled as we fucked, laughing and kissing. Finally, I pinned her to the bed, making her come as I came inside her, then collapsed on her chest, burying my face in her breasts.
“That was a very delicious breakfast,” I told her, gazing up at her. “I think I have enough energy to cook for you now.”
She laughed, then recognition crossed her face. “Please wake me up like this anytime. Can I help you cook?”
“I’d love that.” Cooking beside her sounded fantastic.
“We’re in your room?” She looked around.
“Didn’t want to wake AJ.” I propped my head up on my hand so I could see her better.
Verity took the robe I’d been wearing earlier and disappeared into her room to get dressed. It was still a little on the chilly side, so I threw on sweats and walked out to the kitchen.
I started the coffee, looked to see what we had, then attempted to make her a chai latte according to the instructions of the package I found in the cupboard.
“Bacon, crispy potatoes, fruit salad, and frittata?” I asked as she came out looking delicious in leggings and a sweater. We were not only fully stocked, but it looked like AJ had hit the warehouse store.
She kissed my cheek and ran her hand through my hair. “Perfect.”
“I made this for you. Though I have no idea if I did it right.” I handed her the steaming chai latte.
Verity took a sip. “This is amazing. Thank you.”
We cooked together, chopping and whisking as delicious smells filled the kitchen. Jonas came downstairs, wearing only workout shorts, his tattooed chest glistening with sweat.
“Morning, Little Alpha.” Jonas snagged Verity and kissed her.
“Hi, Jonas.” She smiled, and it traveled all the way to her eyes like it did when she was truly happy.
We made her happy.
I made her happy.
Jonas left to shower and wake up Dean. There was a thumping down the stairs and Mercy appeared, wearing sweats.
“Bacon.” Mercy snagged a mostly cooked piece out of the pan with her bare fingers.
“Set the table?” Verity looked at me. “That okay?”
“Yep. Dishes are in the cupboard by the oven,” I told her, as I tossed the fruit salad with a bit of orange juice.
“Hey.” AJ appeared, wearing only a pair of flannel pajama pants. He snagged me for a kiss. “Mmmm, coffee.”
