Page 221 of Dream Mates
Wes nuzzled my neck. “Stop. No seriously, Grace. Whatever you, Jett, and Evan got up to in here is fine, as long as it made you all happy.”
I rested my head against his bare chest as I tried to quell the urge to push him down on the chaise lounge. “My hormones are raging. I was seriously thirsting for Bren this morning.”
His hands tangled in my hair. “You’ve been through a lot, and your hormones want to be comforted with dick. It’s normal. You just bonded Spence, too. Also, I think we all thirst for Bren sometimes. And, you, Princess Peaches,” he pressed his lips to the top of my head, “are a people pleaser who seeks attention as approval.”
Frowning, I looked up at him. “What do you mean I seek approval?”
“That’s not a bad thing, Grace,” he soothed. “But yeah, you sort of do.”
“I like it when people like me. Wait, you thirst for Bren?” Amusement tinged my voice.
He grinned. “Sometimes. There was a point where Bren and I tried to see if me, him, Jett, and Evan could be a thing together. It didn’t work, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy myself with him sometimes.”
“The idea of you two fucking is going to live rent free in my head.” My pussy clenched at the thought. Yeah, if we didn’t have guests…
Wes kissed me long and deep, his hand squeezing my ass. “Maybe after lunch you can get a headache, and I’ll take you back to the villa and take care of you.”
“That’s a thought.” I kissed him back, my arms wrapping around him. Yeah, I’d still like a knot or seven.
Brennan entered the cabana, unfazed by us making out. Brennan and Wes fucking? For the love of baby Jesus, who was the top? Maybe they arm wrestled for it.
“Grace, are you all right?” Brennan asked. “I’ll make them leave if you don’t want them here. Hale is… a lot.”
“It’s fine–and I didn’t invite them. I did let Creed know we were going to the beach, but that was because his friend wanted me to come to some sort of science brunch and I didn’t want to be social,” I told him.
Brennan squeezed my shoulder. “I believe you. And even if you did, I understand wanting to get to know your siblings.”
My phone buzzed on the table next to my abandoned fruity drink and e-reader. Extracting myself from Wes’ arms, I expected it to be the professor looking for his children. Instead, it was filled with threatening texts from a number I didn’trecognize. But given they were all variations ofHow dare you break up my family?I could figure it was probably Adriana.
“What’s wrong?” Wes took the phone from me and read over them and showed Brennan. “I’m on it.”
“Stay with one of us at all times,” Brennan said. “If we need to, we’ll get a protection order to keep her from you.”
I gulped. “Right, because she’s confronted me before, she’ll do it again.”
“You’re safe with us.” Brennan ruffled my hair.
Wes did something to my phone. “Okay, it’s blocked. I’ll run the number later, but I’m guessing this is one of the professor’s alphas?”
“Adriana probably.” My phone rang. Before I could see who it was, Wes answered it on speaker.
“Hello?” His voice was rough and demanding.
“Oh, hello. This is Nate Thorne. I’m calling for Grace. Spencer, is that you?” the professor said over the phone.
“No, this is Wes. You’re on speaker. Grace is right here,” Wes said, frowning.
“Hi, Professor. Mercy, Tru, and Hale are here at the beach with me and my pack. We’re going to have lunch soon. Do you need me to send them back to you after we eat?” I asked.
“They’re with you?” His voice filled with hope. “I saw that they were at the beach. That makes sense. Tru is curious and she kept asking Creed and Verity about you last night.”
“Well, it will be fun to spend the afternoon with them.”I hope.I peeked through the doorway again.“Mercy and Riley seem to be getting along well.”
“Good. Um, Creed said something yesterday that puzzled me. He said that you weredisownedby those who raised you for getting a PhD in math?” he asked.
“Um, yeah. She wanted me to be a kindergarten teacher and when I decided to enter a PhD in math instead of moving homeafter undergrad, she cut me off. When I found out she’d died, I hadn’t spoken to her in years because of it.” I leaned into Wes. Brennan hadn’t left.
“Oh. That strikes me as strange, because Rosalind was at community college getting her certificate inbook keeping.She was good at math. Both sisters were very smart. I had no idea music was related to math until Thora showed me. Though Rosalind primarily used her math skills for card counting and safe breaking. But still…” The professor’s voice drifted off.
