Page 77 of Dream Girl
“Yep. Did you knot her? I half expected to feel her bond with you after you did that.” Evan leaned into me, resting his head on my shoulder.
“I did. I should’ve waited. But she begged, and well, I couldn’t deny that.” I grinned at the memory, her cute little pleas echoingover and over in my head. “I thought that it might happen, too. However, the doctor said it could be awhile because of the concussion. What if… what if I never feel a bond with her?”
“Do you want to?” he asked.
“More than anything.” My voice went growly.
“Well, maybe you should bite her again. It’s been a while anyway,” he added.
“True.” While the bond mark an alpha left was permanent, it wasn’t uncommon to bite it over and over. Maybe it needed a little boost.
His fingers traced Grace’s little bite on my shoulder. “She didn’t bite you hard enough.”
While it felt good when she bit me, no, she hadn’t. She never did.
He kissed it and left. I slipped into the shower with Grace. Part of me didn’t want her to wash off the scent of our lovemaking because we were going out. That primal part wanted everyone to know that she was well-fucked. But I also hadn’t had a good shower in days. Well, there were more ways to make her smell like me than fucking.
Showers were also fun.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Evan
“Can we talk about Grace? If she and Wes have known each other since they were kids, and played at the park, why does she have no record? If Wes and Grace are mates, why are we just hearing about her now?” Riley asked me while we waited for Grace and Wes on the couch of the third-floor living room.
“It’s a weird story–and not mine to tell. I don’t even know all of it. Grace’s mom was a big part of it and she went to great lengths to keep Wes and Grace from each other. I know Wes loves her–and I’m pretty sure she loves Wes,” I replied.
She rolled her eyes. “That’s obvious. It’s just weird.”
“Yep. But I like her. What do you think?” It would be easier if my sister liked her.
“The verdict’s still out.” Riley shrugged.
Wes joined us, holding two hoodies. “Grace, are you ready?”
The door opened, and Grace came out of her room. She wore the black math crop top with a long-sleeved shirt under it, and frayed denim jeans. In her hand were the motorcycle boots Jett had bought. She wore makeup and had covered all her bruises.
Hot damn. It was clearly a Riley outfit. I gave my sister a look. She flipped me off.
Wes gave Grace a kiss. “You look hot. Who bought the boots?”
“Jett,” I replied, coming over to them. Pulling her to me, I ran my hand over her covered stomach.
“I don’t do crop tops,” Grace said softly, eyes downcast, her scent taking on a hint of sadness.
My hands fisted at the thought of her scars. Wes came up behind me and pressed his body to mine and ran his hands over me, nuzzling my neck.
“Your eyeliner. Fuck. How did you do your makeup like that?” Riley checked her phone. “We need to move, fuckers.”
“Here, I have this for you.” Wes slipped a thick zip-up hoodie over her arms. “Do you need one too?” Wes also had my favorite of his hoodies in his hands.
While I had a jacket, that wasn’t why I wanted to wear it–or why he asked me to.
“Thank you.” I snagged a kiss as I took it from him.
“If you want to know how to do eyeliner like this, I can teach you. I figured it was what you wanted me to do when you left theliquid eyeliner with the clothes,” Grace said as we walked down the backstairs. “Back when I did roller derby, that’s how I did my makeup.”
“Roller derby?” Riley asked.
