Sawyer gave a nod. “I feel better the closer I am to you. I don’t know if I should like that as much as I do. I...” He let out a low breath, meeting Ciaran’s eyes. “I don’t understand it, but I can’t deny it.”
“Would it make you feel better if I told you it’s new for me as well? Does this happen to our kind? Yes. Has it ever happened to me? No. Or anyone I know? No.” Ciaran shrugged. “This is new for all of us.”
“Your consortium?” Sawyer asked, then he snorted and shook his head. “I cannot freaking believe it.”
“I know, right?” Ciaran said. He made a face. “Ahuman. A biped.”
Sawyer’s eyes darted to his, and any offense he might have felt at the human biped comment melted away when he saw Ciaran smile. “Just kidding,” Ciaran said.
“You better be,” Sawyer said, only half serious.
“You have more questions,” Ciaran murmured, his eyes warm.
“About a thousand.”
Ciaran handed him the plate. “Then let’s get started.”
He opened the door to the police station to allow Sawyer to go first, but Sawyer only got to the threshold and stopped.
Ciaran knew why without looking.
There were seven guys in the small room, all waiting. Tobin stood with Kellan by Sawyer’s desk, Otis was on one of the guest chairs, Fray was sitting in Sawyer’s chair, and Aurin, Dylan, and Hendrix were all perched up on the cot inside the jail cell.
Salem the cat was purring on Aurin’s lap.
“Ahhh,” Sawyer said, still not moving. “Did you not want to go and get Mr Brown? Then thewholetown could be here.”
Ciaran snorted. “Morning,” he said.
Fray and Otis were both grinning at him. Tobin’s expression was unreadable. Kellan looked tired. Dylan seemed nervous, but he was flanked by the other two, and Ciaran was glad about that.
Sawyer took his plate over to his desk and hooked his thumb at Fray. “Get the fuck out of my chair.”
Fray’s surprised face just made it funnier, and Ciaran couldn’t help but laugh.
Fray got up, nodding slowly at Ciaran. “I see how it is, brother.” His smile told Ciaran there was no heat in it, but he knew he and Fray would need to talk about what this all meant.
It was a good reminder that this bonding with Sawyer affected them all, and Ciaran had been so caught up in himself, caught up in Sawyer, he’d neglected his consortium. His best friend. His brothers.
Ciaran sat on the end of Sawyer’s desk, wanting—no,needing—to stay close. “Thank you all for being here,” he said. “It meansa lot to me to have your support. I know the timing is not great with everything else, but?—”
“But it can’t be helped,” Kellan said. “It’s not anyone’s fault. Now, I explained to them that Sawyer is aware of us, is aware of the bond, but no decision has been made. He has questions, which we will do our best to answer.”
Everyone turned their attention to Sawyer, who had a mouth full of sandwich. He looked a little panicked, glancing up at Ciaran, then at the others. He swallowed. “Uh, okay. So, Christ, where to start?”
Chapter
Seventeen
SAWYER
Sawyer didn’t knowwhere to start. He had a hundred questions, most of them about sex, but he figured those could wait until it was just him and Ciaran.
Because the more he thought about sex with him, the more he wanted it. Admittedly while being naked in bed with him, resting his head on Ciaran’s chest with his strong arms around him, Sawyer had been just about ready to agree to what-the-fuck-ever just to get railed by him.
All he’d had to do was turn in Ciaran’s arms, lean up, and kiss him, and Sawyer was pretty sure Ciaran’s restraint would have snapped.
Sawyer was so freaking turned on all the time. The closer he was to Ciaran, the worse it was.
