“Thanks,” Dylon said, pausing as he listened to Cody through their mind link. Silently groaning at his mate’s request, he couldn’t argue with his logic. “Do you have the time to come with me? That way, you can introduce me to Ghost since he’s joined the effort to find The Collector.”
The offer stunned Glenn. He’d thought about suggesting it, but, expecting a negative response, hadn’t. And with his new resolve to stop rubbing Dylon the wrong way, he’d kept his mouth shut. But now, since the invitation came from Dylon, he viewed it an offer of détente and there was no way he’d turn it down. “Sure…when are you leaving?”
“I have a meeting shortly…so after that?”
“Sounds good.” Rising, Glenn paused, his eyes roaming over Dylon’s face, before leaving.
Sighing with relief after Glenn left, Dylon slumped back in his chair, feeling exhausted from the power struggle occurring every time they were together. Something had to give, because his mate was right—if he didn’t find some common ground for them, in the end, the pack would pay the price.
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Carson stared at the gold statue sitting in the middle of the cottage living room, opening and shutting his mouth several times before finally looking at his cousin. “Uhh…Hunt? Doing some redecorating?”
“That’s Fionn’s mating gift to Alex,” Hunter said, before sitting down on the sofa.
“No way!” Walking around it, Carson noted the sculptor’s attention to detail of each man’s action. “It’s very life-like,” he murmured, reaching out to run a hand along the muscled buttocks of one of the lovers kneeling with a cock in his mouth.
“It is, isn’t it?”
Nodding, Carson’s eyes roamed over the figures. Life-like didn’t do justice to the statue. It was more like the men had been frozen in the act, just waiting to thaw so they could finish. Never before had a piece of art affected him as this one did. Swallowing the lust spreading through him, Carson felt his cock twitch as the need for Remy filled him. Shaking his head in an effort to clear it, he tried to remember why he was here, but it was hopeless—his mind was exploding with images of him and Remy fucking. Finally, forcing himself to turn his back to it, Carson was relieved when his arousal began to fade. Closing his eyes briefly, he inhaled deeply, getting his needy cock back under control.
“Hey, do you mind if Ki and Quin help us with the boys when you and Remy leave?” Hunter asked, a smile on his face.
“No…that’s fine,” Carson said, putting some space between him and the statue. “I thought they were leaving, though.”
“Yeah…well, Logan decided they should stay until Fionn’s brother gets here.”
“Does he think there’ll be a problem?”
Shrugging, Hunter said, “Not that he told me. Personally, I think Kieran wanted to stay and Logan couldn’t say no.”
Snorting, Carson said, “I understand that, totally. All I want is for Remy to be happy so whatever it takes…”
“You’ll do it. Same for me with Fionn,” Hunter said. “Hey, did you come over here for a reason?”
“Uhm, yeah…Remy…I mean, we wanted to invite everyone over for a barbecue tonight…nothing fancy.”
“Sounds good. Fionn is over at the chateau with the others right now, but should be back shortly. He, Kieran and Quin are busy getting a room ready for Sawyer, Alex and Glenn. All very hush, hush…but it has something to do with the Love Queens.”
“Love Queens?”
Chuckling at his cousin’s expression, Hunter explained, “From what I understand, Quin was sure I was going to fuck it up with my mate before we claimed each other, so he, Theo, Norm, and Kieran got together to make sure I didn’t.”
“O-o-o-kay,” Carson said, “but Sawyer, Alex and Glenn have already claimed each other…so obviously, they didn’t screw it up.”
“You know that and I know that but Quin thinks Sawyer didn’t ‘woo’ Alex enough, so they are busy making sure Alex is properly romanced.”
Pointing over his shoulder at the gold statue, Carson asked, “Is that going to be in their bedroom?”
“Yup…I would love to be a fly on the wall when Sawyer sees that for the first time.”
Carson’s eyes widened. “You don’t like it?”
Shaking his head, Hunter said, “I love homoerotic art, but…that? In my bedroom? Nope…I’d rather have something a little more abstract…well, at least a statue whose eyes weren’t following me.”
Snickering, Carson headed for the door, saying, “Come over at five.”
“Will do.”
