After vacay.He wanted that heated pool and maybe a fancy breakfast every day so they didn’t have to cook.
Totally. Mmm. Honey cakes.
Thinking with your stomach, baby.He loved that Con was all about his creature comforts.
I think with my dick sometimes too, at least about you.
That was when he heard Con at the door, coming in to walk right over to him and wrap an arm around him. “I’m gonna take your brother upstairs so we can pack his stuff, okay?”
Nols gave him a funny little look, but then he grinned and nodded. “Sure go for it. I’m just going to finish up provisioning us and put this stuff in the SUV.”
“We’ll be down in a few, no worries.” Connal swooped him upstairs, carrying him along.
He clung to his big bear, loving how solid he was. His throat ached a little with how good it was just to not be alone anymore.
“Never again. We’re a family. You have a home, a space. You do.”
Race nodded, nuzzling into his goofy lover’s neck.
“I need to pack some stuff.”
“All of it. We can run to my place and leave it and just take one bag on the bikes.”
“Fair enough, yes. I don’t have a lot here, you know?”
“I do. Do we need to go get the rest of your stuff, or do we need to shop for you instead?” Con hefted his bag.
“There’s nothing else. Everything I own is here. The stuff fits in my bags.”
“Well, then, we’ll have to make sure you have comfy clothes and pillows and all the stuff you need.”
“I have you.” That was what he needed.
“You do. All the way.” They trekked to Con’s cabin, where Con had a saddlebag set lying by the door.
Race emptied his extras, then went to grab his toothbrush and shit.
They headed out to the bikes with Con’s arm around him, and they all met again in Rye’s driveway, the big SUV ready to go.
“All right. We’re all in agreement, then.” Warrick stared them all down, one by one. “No one goes rogue, everyone works together as a team. Are we clear?”
Race nodded ever so seriously, but he would do what he had to in order to keep everyone safe. No more getting bears shot on his watch.
No more trouble.
And he would protect his family — old and new — with his life.
Connal didn’t likethe feel of the warehouse.
He hadn’t liked it before, honestly, but this time itseemedabandoned. Still there was this air of neglect and despair about it. A feeling.
A miasma.
Oh, he loved that word.
It’s fucking weird in here, mate.Race’s nose was twitching.I don’t like it.
Yeah, me either.He included everyone on the next thought.What do you guys think? There’s a weird… smell.
