Page 132 of Sawyer and the Bookworms

I nod. “And then?”

“Then we have to go to work,” Archer says. “The bar opens in about two hours, and Brinlee is supposed to report in for her first day of work. Come with us.”

“To the bar?”

“Where else? We have to talk to her.”

I chew on the inside of my cheek. “I don’t know if she wants to talk to me.”

“Then you have to talk to her,” Kyrian says. “Unless you don’t want to be in a pack with her.”

“Fuck, I do. I do want that.”

Besides, I need to apologize and explain this whole mess. Fingers crossed she’ll forgive me and that she wants to be with me, too.

It’s surreal, standing inside the pack’s apartment. The whole last few days feel surreal. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the guys to say they didn’t really mean it, not seriously.

Then Archer sits down on the sofa and pats the cushion beside him, a smile on his face but a glint of worry in his eyes. “Come sit. Time for that talk.”

Money talk.

Who enters negotiations with a pack with a debt he has to pay back immediately?

Swallowing hard, I sit as bidden and inhale Archer’s spicy scent. His presence beside me is massive, and despite my worry, my body responds. In the car, I was too strung out to get hard, but now it looks like my body just can’t resist anymore.

“Is your heat coming on?” I can hear Coco’s voice in my mind.

Hell.

“Talk to me,” he says, so I take a deep breath and tell them everything. They wince a little at the amount I owe my parents, then Archer asks for details about the contract I signed with them. Then he asks me the name of the law firm and the particular lawyer.

“I’ll deal with this,” he tells me, his brow furrowed. “I’ll call tomorrow and talk to the lawyer. We’ll find a way out of this without curtailing your freedom of pack choice.”

I nod, my eyes hot. “Thank you. Until then, you?—”

“We want you with us, Sawyer.” Archer leans closer, and I’m too aware of his body heat, and his magnetic gaze. I’m also aware of Roman sitting on my other side, and Kyrian standing behind the sofa, but when Archer grips my chin, I’m kinda lost.

“You do?” I whisper, not knowing what I’m saying, his hard grip soothing. “Even with this debt hanging over me?”

“No matter what,” he says in his deep alpha voice. “Because you’re ours, and we’d do everything we can to have you. Anything to make you happy. You know that, right?”

A choked sound leaves me. “What about my cat?”

“You come as a single parent with a kid, huh?”

I snort softly. “Yeah. Potato and I are a package deal.”

“Fine. We want you, cat included. Happy?” He kisses me, his mouth firm, his large hand sliding along my jaw, my neck. His tongue demands entry and I allow it, shivering with pleasure at his dominance. In real life, I won’t have anyone tell me what to do, but in sex…

Fuck, yeah.

And his taste… so dark and bittersweet, it has me moaning and clutching at him, my body responding to him at a primal level. My dick is hard, my ass is slick, and fire is flowing through my veins.

Fuck…

When he breaks the kiss, I chase after his mouth before I realize it.

“I think…” It pleases me to see he’s breathing hard, too. “We should stop before we start undressing.”

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