Page 79 of Dream Mates (Into The Parallel Omegaverse #2)
Chapter Fifty-Three
Evan
I gave the closed door of the room with Wes’ name on it the side-eye as we came back into the living room. Riley had dragged all of us out to eat at the hotel’s waterfront restaurant, then we’d gone for a walk on the beach and explored the hotel.
Well, all of us but Grace and Wes. Right now, the bond was quiet, but it hadn’t been for most of the time that we were gone.
Spencer put a hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“Just jealous that I didn’t lock her in a room first.” I shot the door another look like I’d sprout laser vision and be able to open it.
He chuckled. “I sort of thought you would.”
“Hey, congratulations on bonding with her.” I gave my best friend a hug.
“Thank you. She makes me so happy.” Spencer’s eyes grew misty.
“Good. You deserve all the happiness.” I hugged him again.
“And I deserve marshmallows.” Riley bounded over holding two marshmallow-roasting kits.
Spencer nodded. “I’ll start up the fire pit.”
“Good. I’ll get Grace.” Riley shoved the marshmallows in my hands.
“You might want to let them have some time,” Spencer told her.
Riley snorted. “I did.” She went over to the door and pounded on it. “GRACE! Marshmallow time. You said we could roast them later and it’s later.”
There was a muffled sound, and Riley came back over with a smug look. “Grace is coming.”
Jett laughed. “So, she’s coming, and she’ll join us?”
“What?” Riley’s face screwed up and she smacked him. “Sweet baby cheeses. This is why I live at school.”
Though soon she’d be home for summer.
“There’s beer in the fridge. Also, Brennan, we got your bourbon. It’s in the kitchen,” Spencer told him, nodding to the open kitchen facing the living room and office areas, the living room opening up onto the porch.
Brennan appraised the four boxes. “Ah, yes, Grace went on a bourbon buying spree. Should we open a bottle of the one I like or the peach one she got.”
I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Peaches. I want peaches.”
“We know,” Jett laughed.
Yeah, he and Brennan got my annoyance all through dinner and our walk.
Spencer went outside to turn on the fire pit. Brennan opened a bottle of bourbon and grabbed some glasses. Riley took the marshmallow kits from me and got a soda from the fridge.
I just stood there, glaring at the door. How dare Wes sneak off with her without me?
Spencer came back in and wrapped an arm around me. “Come on, she’ll be out soon. I know she missed you so much.”
“Did she?” I knew she did, but I was feeling cantankerous.
“She did.”
It was a really nice patio with a grill by the table and chairs, more chairs and couches around the fire pit. While it wasn’t on the beach, we could see it–and other villas. A pack grilling waved at us.
Brennan handed out glasses of bourbon.
Riley opened one of the kits, which had everything you needed to roast marshmallows, including the sticks.
I sipped my bourbon. “Oooh, that is sweet.”
“Oh, it is.” Brennan winced. “But I could see her adding this to that barbeque sauce she makes.”
“That was the idea. Well, that and making peach bourbon slushies.” Grace came out, hair wet, wearing Wes’ shorts and one of my shirts. “Hi.” She kissed me.
I dragged her to one of the couches, and sat her on my lap, savoring her peachiness. “Hi, Peaches.”
“Here you go.” Brennan handed her a glass, then sat down with Jett on the other couch.
“Thanks.”
“Hey, is there any food? Are we grilling?” Wes came out, shirtless.
“You missed dinner.” I gave him a look, eyes narrowing.
“Are you hungry, Darling? I’ll order you something,” Spencer told Grace.
Grace nodded and made like she was going to get up, but I held her tighter.
“Do you want anything in particular or should I choose something?” Spencer kissed her head.
She thought for a moment. “Mashed potatoes.”
“Of course. Would anyone like something? Wes, would you like to see the menu?”
“Please.” Wes followed him inside.
Riley passed out sticks and marshmallows.
“Sorry. I just…” Grace’s voice was soft as she held her marshmallow on a stick over the fire.
“I know. The ire’s not directed at you.” I kissed her temple. “It’s not even ire, more like annoyance. I wanted to get to you first.”
Wes and Spencer came back out. Spencer took the chair opposite Riley, Wes joined us on the couch, putting an arm around us both.
“Sorry we missed dinner, Babe.” Wes kissed me.
“It’s okay, Babe. The food was really good though.” I leaned into him, still roasting my marshmallow.
Jett’s caught fire. “Shit.” He blew out the flames. “Still good.” With a grin, he popped it in his mouth.
I patiently toasted mine, trying to get it all gooey and golden.
Grace’s fell off her stick, and her lower lip quivered.
“Here, have mine. I think it’s done.” I carefully took the hot marshmallow off the stick and fed it to her.
“Thank you.”
I licked marshmallow off her face.
“Unsanitary.” Riley threw me two marshmallows.
Grace and I roasted our marshmallows.
Spencer disappeared and came back with a cart laden with food. He set two covered dishes on the table, along with a meat and cheese board, a bucket of beer and sodas, and a bottle of wine.
“Oooh, I’ll take one of those.” Jett grabbed a beer.
Spencer tossed Riley a bag of chips, poured himself a glass of wine, and sat at the table. “My good doctor, come eat. Wes, food.”
Giving me a kiss, she got up and went over to the table. Spencer pulled her onto his lap, without spilling his wine.
She giggled. “Are you going to feed me?”
“Yes.” Putting down his glass of wine, he uncovered the plate.
Wes sat next to them. “I’m so hungry.”
While those two ate, or rather, Wes ate while Spencer fed Grace salmon and mashed potatoes, we snacked, drank, and roasted all the marshmallows.
Finally, we all ended up back around the fire pit, Grace laying on top of Wes and I on one of the patio couches.
“Spencer, you’re golfing in the morning, right?” Grace asked sleepily.
“I am. Afterward, we can all have breakfast, then go to the beach. I took the liberty of reserving a cabana again.” Spencer sipped his wine.
“Perfect. I still need to finish my book for book club,” she replied.
I scooped Grace up. “I’m going to put her to bed before she falls asleep on me.”
“Okay. Good night. I love you, Spence, see you in the morning. Night everyone.” Grace waved as I carried her back to the room with Wes’ name on it.
“Mine.” I tossed her on the bed and blew on her belly, making her giggle.
“Oh, yes, sir. I’m all yours.” Her look went smoldering.
I kissed her. “Have I told you lately that I love it when you call me sir ?”
Rolling off the bed, I went to lock Wes out, as he strode in. I glared.
Wes looked hurt.
“Awww, sorry, Babe.” I kissed him. “I just want a turn, too.”
“I… I want you both, please?” Grace whined. “Evan, you can lock me in your room when we get home, but tonight I need you both.”
How could I deny that? And, well, the three of us were good together.
I dive bombed her, making her laugh again.
“Tonight’s all about you.” I kissed her neck as Wes joined us on the bed. “Wanna be the filling in a sandwich?” My cock strained against my pants.
“Mmmm, yes, please.” Her scent went sweet with arousal.
“Anything you want,” I told her, gazing into her eyes. “Anything you want.”