They were loving and wonderful to each other, and they had fallen for him and Nolan, like there was nothing else to do about it. Maybe there wasn’t but it sure felt like it was deliberate.
They love you like I do, Con told him.How could they not? You’re amazing, and you protected me when I was down.
Of course I did. If somebody doesn’t give me a muffin, I’m going to bite them.
“Fair enough. Let me toss the muffin in.” War waggled one at him, then tossed.
Race caught it out of the air, not even tasting it really. He might not be as big as the grizzlies, but he was faster. He was fierce.
You’re the most perfect bear ever.
He curled against Con’s side.Thank you.
“Should we join them, brother?” War asked.
Rye nodded, putting the tray of muffins to one side of the sunken area and stripping off. “Let’s.”
Soon there were five bears wallowing and playing and pawing each and finally settling, going boneless. It was socomfortable, and it felt so safe to be here with his mate, their family.
Race checked Connal’s shoulder one more time, but in bear form there wasn’t even hardly a scar there. The hair was already growing back.
So he curled up even tighter and let it go. It was time to sleep.
There would be more omegas to rescue, he was sure, but right now they could all enjoy each other’s company and have the long nap that this room promised.
Chapter
Eight
Connal whistled, heading to the hot tub to bubble some.
Race was with Nolan, working on a bike. Rye and War had gone into town to have a beer at the Hogg, which was their wolf friend Quin’s bar.
He’d worked on a bunch of art finishing a commission for some rich guy somewhere up around Estes Park before he got cleaned up, and now he was going to go rest his sore muscles and bubble.
Mate? Are you home?Race’s thoughts were tentative, gentle on his brain.
I am going to the hot tub. Are you coming too?He sang it to Race, feeling the need to boogie. So he shook his ass too.
Goddess, yes. My back is craving the heat and bubbles, all the way.Race bounced over just a few minutes later, wearing nothing but a towel.
Connal grabbed him up, stripping away the towel and spinning in a happy dance. Then he plonked Race into the hot tub, letting him get comfy before climbing in as well.
Race made grabby hands at him. “How was your day, mate? Did you make some good art?”
“I did. I finished that commission for that recluse up by Estes. It’s a little wild, but so cool.” He pulled Race over into his lap. The tub was big enough for three grizzlies, and extra deep, so he would let Race use him as a seat.
Race cuddled in, straddling him without hesitation, belly rubbing against his. “Nolan and I had a ball. Good work.”
“Did you? That’s a good bike. I’m glad you’re fixing it up.”
“Me too. It’s exciting to see it restored.”
“It’s exciting to see you here and feel you.” Connal took a kiss, because he had to. That sweet mouth was begging for it.
Race opened for him like butter for a hot knife, a low, rough moan teasing his ears. He kissed that mouth like there was nothing else he wanted to do, fucking Race with his tongue. His body was on fire, and it had nothing to do with hot water.
He had been intending a seduction. Obviously, that was no longer on the plan. Now they were just going to have a hot session of making out in the hot tub.
