Page 49 of Dream Mates
She nodded. “Will you hold me while I read them?”
“Of course.” I held her as she scrolled through everything on her phone, occasionally sobbing.
While I was so curious as to what her notes said, I respected her privacy and just held her, flooding the bond with my love for her, my happiness that she was back in my arms. She’d tell me when it was time.
“Hey, can I come in? What do you need, Grace?” Wes asked, concern shooting through his voice and the bond.
“Boo-Bear! Hold me,” Grace demanded, putting her phone on the ledge of the window.
Wes joined us in bed, holding her, purring while she sobbed. He looked at me.
“She’s remembering and it’s hard,” I said softly, rubbing her back.
We sat there holding her until she was almost asleep.
Spencer stood in the doorway. “The main course is in the oven. Grace…”
Her hands went out. “Hold me, too.”
I rolled Grace on top of me, making room for Spencer and patting the space beside me.
With a shrug, he joined us, the bed a little small for the four of us.
“Perfect.” A contented look crossed her face.
“I’m glad.” Spencer smoothed her hair.
Alpha purrs filled the room, cocooning us in warmth and love as we all just laid there for who knew how long.
Finally, Jett stood in the doorway. “So, that’s where everyone is.”
Grace waved and blew him a kiss.
Sharing her with Jett had been mind-blowing–and I was looking forward to seeing if I could extend that outside the nest. He even called herBabydoll.Not that seeing Brennan come in her mouth and take her ass wasn’t sexy.
She motioned at him with her hand.
“Peaches, your puppy pile is a little crowded.” Jett grinned at us, lounging against the wall in only some shorts.
Brennan stood at his shoulder. “Oh.”
Grace’s hands went out. “Gimme.”
“She wants you two to join the pile,” I translated, glad she wanted them to be with us–because I certainly did.
“Twist my arm.” Jett dove in, partially laying on top of her. She giggled.
Brennan stayed in the doorway, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I don’t think there’s room for me.”
I got just a touch of something through the bond from him. Not jealousy or hurt, but longing.
“There’s always room for you.” Grace gave him a firm look. “Now come over here or I’ll do the dishes the wrong way for a week.”
“I don’t respond well to threats,” he tried to growl, clearly suppressing a laugh. Jett chuckled.
“It’s a promise, not a threat. Now please, Head Alpha, please stop being a drama llama and cuddle us?” She batted her eyelashes.
Dramallama?I snorted at the imagery.
