They weren’t just mates; they were comrades in arms or whatever. It made a difference.
Also, he was so in love with Con already that he was deeply, deeply fucked.
Mmmm, I like the idea of that, both the loving and the fucking.
So do I mate.He rubbed their faces together not enough to wake Con up completely but just enough to comfort himself.Soon. Now go all the way to sleep so you can heal.
He could totally sleep himself now that the bunny was not in his custody. He hadn’t been able to rest when he was waiting for War and Rye to show up because that was too much on his plate.
A plate. He could totally murder some food. He had decided not to make anything because, like he said he thought Nolan and Ryder would bring them something soon but wow he was starving. All this stress and shifting and running and traveling did it to him.
Con started snoring again. This time really deep in sleep, relaxed and completely trusting Race as well. It was the best feeling in the world, and he let himself drift off, holding on to Con and listening to his belly rumble until he dropped into a deep sleep like a rock dropping into a pool of water.
Chapter
Six
When Con woke up, he was stiff and sore, but he felt like the bullet wound was mostly healed. He loved that for him, the way shifters could heal up in their more natural form, the magic working on a wound like crazy.
He yawned hugely, going to stretch in order to test his muscles when someone bounced on his chest, and he moaned because, ow.
“Oof sorry.” Race lifted his head and stared into his eyes. “Are you okay?”
He flexed his hand, feeling just a twinge in his shoulder. There were still a few things that were a little swollen and inflamed, but the wound itself he knew was mostly gone. “Yeah, I’m not going to chop wood today but I’m pretty golden.”
Race grinned. “Good. You slept for a damn long time. I bet you need to hit the necessary.”
Connal’s bladder made itself known then. “Yeah, you’re kind of pressing down on things. You better move so I can get up and run for the bathroom.”
“You got it.” Race rolled off him in the opposite direction of the bathroom, and he hopped up and made a break for it.
He made it to the bathroom and did his thing before he washed up a little bit. Glancing at himself in the mirror, he noted he looked tired but not haggard, and his hair was kind of a mess, so he tamed that down with his hands and a little bit of water.
He grabbed his big fluffy robe and his summer robe, which would be big and fluffy on Race, and headed back into the bedroom.
“Is there food?” he asked, his voice plaintive.
“I kind of thought Nolan and Rye would bring something. I’m hoping they did. I haven’t moved.” Race’s cheeks went pink. “I didn’t want to leave you.”
That was so sweet.
If Connal hadn’t been so hungry, he would have given Race a huge kiss, but right now his belly was empty. “Let’s go down and see what we can see.”
He tossed over the robe and then headed downstairs toward the big kitchen, finding a huge tray of pastries along with a note that said, “Warm up a bowl of food from the fridge.”
His brothers were adorable.
Con glanced in the fridge, pulling out a lasagna that would work for right now, and then they could make bacon sandwiches and possibly salmon patties.
Ooh. He wondered if there was salmon — he smelled salmon.
They could have salmon patties before they had the lasagna.
“Mate? Where are you?” He needed to decide on the fish.
“I was going to the bathroom. Jeez. Did you find some good stuff?” Race came padding down the stairs, wrapped in his robe, and Con hummed. “I smell fish.”
He lifted the plate of salmon patties and nodded. “Lasagna’s in the oven, so we’ll heat these up and have bacon sandwiches later.”
