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“Do you have any idea how bad I was freaking out? They came in here and sat down right where I gave you a blowjob last night.”
Mitchell laughed and hugged Pierson. “I’m surprised you didn’t mention that. I do love the way you give head.”
“You hardly ever let me.”
“It’s not my favorite thing.”
“Because you can’t let go of the way we met.”
“The hardest part is that I didn’t want to have her mouth on me,” Mitchell confessed. “I figured out from the beginning that I despised loneliness and enjoyed company. I wanted them to like me, and it went against the grain to upset her because she was adamant. But I’m the one who gave my consent and allowed it to happen. If I’d gone with my gut and made the right choice, you wouldn’t have been hurt. Neither of us would have to live with that being our first meeting.”
“And because it was easier to push you away than to deal with my fear of having a mate, I’ve jeopardized everything we’ve worked for in the last century tonight.”
“I wish you’d stop saying that. We’re going to be fine.”
“Then why do we have to meet with them first thing Monday morning?”
“Because we have to figure out how to announce this to the entire Order of the Fallen Knights. Imagine the way people are going to react to two notorious enemies being mates. Our friends are going to feel duped and betrayed. The other JKs are going to have varying reactions. It’s something the RKs have to manage, and we need their help.”
Pierson’s head fell onto Mitchell’s shoulder as he wrapped his arms around him. “I can’t hold on to any kind of sadness over telling the truth. I guess I love you too much to regret what I said.”
“Saying things like that are going to getyoua blowjob on the couch.”
“We should eat dinner first.”
Chapter 39
Monday morning rolled around, and Pierson had already contacted the leader of the pixies about her separation agreement. Mitchell had bitched his way through filling out the form to opt out of ever handling another such case, and although Pierson was content that he no longer had to hide his relationship from his superiors, he was terrified. Blowing out a breath, he glanced up when he sensed someone in the doorway of his office. Unsurprised to find Mitchell standing there, he grew irritated that he couldn’t lean into him or grab his hand as they walked side by side toward the glass doors that housed the leaders of the Order of the Fallen Knights for their meeting.
It was early enough that things were semi-quiet as they marched through headquarters, and once through the clear barriers, Pierson wondered where the Venerable Knights were. Their desks were empty, but when Mitchell led him into the conference room that question was answered. Both VKs and the RKs were waiting for them.
“Have a seat,” Drystan ordered.
Once they did as they were told, Pierson wished his chair was a little closer to Mitchell’s so he could touch him.
“We received your form, Mitchell. You’ll no longer be assigned separation agreements. Do you have any outstanding cases involving mates?” Drystan asked.
“Yes, RK. One.”
“Bring the file with you to the staff meeting this morning for reassignment.”
“Yes, Reverent Knight.”
To Pierson’s surprise and confusion, Conley lifted his fists and clenched them along with his teeth. “Do you have any idea how hard this weekend was for me? All I did was think about the two of you. I know I wasn’t around you for decades, but I certainly was aware of your animosity. To find out that you’re mates…I don’t know whether to be thrilled for you or desperately unhappy about how much time you guys lost.”
“We’ve mostly stopped thinking about what we stole from ourselves,” Mitchell stated quietly.
“We tried so hard to find a way to get the two of you to be a team in training. If you’d told us what was going on, who knows what we could’ve done to prevent what followed?” VK Arvandus lamented. “Shit, guys, we assigned you to different fucking cities. You spent decades apart. Console me with the idea that privately you were together.”
“I wish I could,” Pierson responded.
“When you asked to be transferred to DC, you upended everything for us,” Drystan said. “All we could conclude was that our model for how we treat fallen knights was broken. How did the most decorated Juris Knight wind up so unhappy that he had to get away? Who else was going to wind up burned out, and how do we fix this? I’m assuming now that this had a great deal to do with the two of you. Or so I hope, because I still don’t have the answer of how to prevent your situation from being repeated.”
“It had everything to do with me,” Pierson confessed. “I was miserable. I made Mitch promise never to say a word. I didn’t know how to relate to the other JKs. I was alone and I didn’t want to be anymore. My goal was to get away from Mitch, have a separation agreement, and ask for a demonic person to split us permanently.”
“Clearly, I was not on board with that plan. Pierce leaving Vegas finally cleared the shit out of my vision. I wanted him as a mate but conversely made it impossible, but we fixed all that.”
Consequences be damned, Pierson scooted close and slid his palm over Mitchell’s, which was resting on his thigh. His other half lifted his hand and laced their fingers. “We’re fully prepared to face whatever punishment owed to us for lying and not disclosing our true connection.”
