Page 42 of The Return
JONAS
I won’t lieand say the Council’s visit was smooth after Corey’s stunt. Yawen was pissy, probably because Corey forced them to step back and look at how they were running things. My dad always said we should respect the Council, but that they were behind the times, and he looked forward to the younger generation when the time came for the elders to step down.
So they could be as grumpy as they wanted, I didn’t care. Corey’d done it. He stood up for our pack, and got us two new members. It was agreed with the Council that Matt and Kinsey would continue in their roles as Corey’s chauffeur and bodyguard, but that payment would be handled by our pack now. Matt was tripping on air, a huge smile on his face. Kinsey was… well, Kinsey.
After the Council left, my mate and new pack members sat in the coffee shop and chatted, while I went back to my office to get some work done. I didn’t want to leave Corey alone, but he shoved me out the door and reminded me I needed to get moving if I wanted a special surprise that night.
I’ve never worked harder.
When I got home, the lights were down low, and there was a bottle of wine on the table and two taper candles in silver holders standing in the center.
“What’s this?”
Corey swooped in and gave me a gentle kiss. “This is our first date. I wanted something special for tonight.”
“It’s beautiful,” I told him. “Where are your new boys?”
“I threw some money at them and said they needed to get the fuck out.” He grinned. “I told them to go out and get a pizza, and afterward, go to a movie. A long one. Matt was excited, but I’m pretty sure from Kinsey’s raised brows he knew what was happening.”
“And you don’t care?”
“Hell, no. As far as I’m concerned, they could sit here and watch us fuck. I’ve waited too long for this to care if we have an audience.”
I grabbed his arm and pulled him to me. “Who are you and what have you done with the Corey I fell in love with?”
“You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed about this.” He snickered. “Okay, you don’t know how many times I’ve jacked off thinking about this.” He stood on tiptoes and tried to kiss me, but wasn’t nearly tall enough. “Get your ass down to my level,” he snarled, tugging me toward him.
I went without complaint.
His lips were soft and tasted sweet, like his choux buns. I reached around and ran my hands over the muscles in his back, eliciting muffled moans from him. When he pulled away, I stopped. I would never force him to do anything, so waited to hear what he wanted to say.
“What about dinner?”
I grinned. “It can be dessert.”
That made him smile. “Thank God. I was afraid you’d say you wanted to eat first.”
I cupped the side of his neck and buried my face on the other side, inhaling his scent. “Oh, I’m going to eat,” I promised.
But it wasn’t going to be quick. I waited so long, and there was no way I’d rush it now.
“Where do you want me?” he whispered, his voice husky.
“Bent over the table, ass in the air.”
“O-Okay,” he stuttered.
I put my arms around him and lifted him from the floor. “The bed. Wanna know a secret?”
He put his head on my shoulder. “Sure.”
I started down the hall for his—our—bedroom. “When I was a kid, I dreamed of our first time. We’d have rose petals scattered around, and a bottle of champagne chilling on the nightstand. I’d lay you in the center of the bed and stand there, memorizing every curve of your body.” I chuckled. “Funny how you have those dreams as kids, yeah?” I pushed open the door, and gaped. “Corey?”
“You aren’t the only one who had those dreams,” he assured me.
The room was bathed in the soft light of candles. Rose petals were strewn on the satiny white cover of the bed, and a bottle of Dom Pérignon sat in a bucket of ice with two crystal champagne flutes beside it. The Alexa device was streaming “Clair de lune.”
“Debussy? Beautiful choice.”
