Page 73 of Mysteries, Menace, and Mates

With a cry, Jamie came, his cock pulsing onto Shawn’s chest, his body shaking as they cradled him, kissing him, murmuring words that made no sense—and yet they did, soothing sounds that spoke of exquisite pleasure.

Of love.

They lay on the bed, limbs entwined, a puzzle made of flesh. Jamie wanted to tell them how wonderful it had been, how no one had ever taken him to such heights.

Then it hit him.

They already know.

“I have so much to tell you,” he whispered. Then his stomach grumbled, and he chuckled. “Except that might have to wait.”

“Let’s get cleaned up, and then we’ll feed you.”

Brandon regarded him thoughtfully. “What’s wrong?”

Jamie sighed. “There’s a whole lot of stuff going on out there, and you need to know about it.”

“What kind of stuff?” Shawn asked.

There was no use trying to hide it.

“Things that could change our world.”

Chapter Nineteen

“WANT TOtell me where I’m going?” Roadkill stared through the windshield.

Hashtag snickered. “You need to trust her. She’s giving you clear directions, isn’t she?” He was as curious as Roadkill—he just wasn’t about to show it.

“What he said. I won’t steer you wrong.” Eve had been a little bouncy all morning, and while he might not have known her all that long, he knew enough to get the feeling she was hiding something. Not that she’d given anything away in her thoughts, which made him all the more certain she was blocking them.

What are you up to?

“I’m amazed you got Horvan to okay this trip to… wherever. You must’ve caught him on a good day.” Roadkill frowned. “We must be nearly there. We’ve been driving for over an hour.”

“Not far now. When you see Tesco’s, look out on your left for Stockbridge Drive shortly after.”

“What’s Tesco’s?” Hashtag inquired. It still gave him the shivers to drive on the left.

“It’s a supermarket.” Eve pointed. “There it is. Now watch out for the turn.”

Roadkill smiled. “Got it.” He turned off the main road, and they were on a narrow lane, a fence to one side and open fields lined with trees to the other.

Hashtag caught sight of a white sign. “National Trust: Gawthorpe.” He gasped. “Why didn’t you just say we were going to visit Gawthorpe Hall? I assumed you’d want to do that while we were in the neighborhood.”

Eve laughed. “I hate to break it to you, but for Brits, a drive of one hour and—” She checked her phone. “—thirty minutes is not ‘in the neighborhood.’ You know the main difference between the US and the UK?”

“They can’t speak English properly?” Roadkill quipped. Eve smacked him on the arm, and he gave her a mock glare. “Hey! Don’t hit the driver!”

“I wasaboutto say, in the UK, a hundred miles seems like a long way, and in the US, a hundred years feels like a long time.”

The fields gave way to trees on both sides, and Hashtag chuckled. “Well, you could always ask the owner of these woods for permission to chop down some trees if the fuel gets too expensive.”

Eve coughed. “That would be me.”

He gaped. “This is all part of the estate?”

She laughed. “I told you it has forty acres, right? Do you know how much land that is?” Then she straightened. “Turn left into the parking lot.”

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