Page 38 of Bound to Two Bears

“You slept with her?” Royce asked, incredulous.

Jared strode through the front door and slammed it behind him, glaring at Deidre.

“Who are these guys?” Deidre asked, frowning. “Should I call the cops, Carson?”

She lifted the phone, staring between Jared and Royce.

He lifted a hand. “No, don’t call the cops. Everything’s fine.”

“Who are they?” Deidre demanded.

“His husbands,” Jared snapped at her.

“Husbands?” Deidre asked, he gaze flying to Carson’s.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Royce said, pinning Carson with his stare. “You slept with someone else?”

“I didn’t sleep with her. Well, Ididsleep with her, but we didn’t have sex.”

“Carson!” Deidre yelled. “What the hell is going on here?Husbands?”

Royce leaned in and scented him again. “Then why do I smell pussy on you?”

“I woke up, and she was on me. I didn’t do anything.”

“Carson, I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m calling the cops and getting these thugs out of our apartment,” Deidre snapped.

Jared stalked over and ripped the phone from her hand. “Not a good idea.”

Carson knew he needed to defuse the situation, and let his bears know he was theirs. “I know who I belong to.”

Royce’s expression softened a bit as he stared down. Jared turned and caught Carson’s gaze for a moment before he eyed Royce.

Carson ran his hands up Royce’s chest and up to the man’s face. Capturing it, he rose up on his feet to kiss the shifter’s firm lips.Slowly Royce kissed Carson back, taking over the embrace as he wrapped his arms around Carson’s body.

“You’re gay?” Deidre shrieked. “Wait a minute. No. You’renotgay. We lived together for two years, and you’redefinitelynot gay.”

“It’s not a matter of gender. He belongs to us. We belong to him,” Jared answered her. “You aren’t in the equation.”

Deidre glared at Jared and turned to stare at Carson again. “Carson, what the hell is going on?”

He wanted to be alone with his bears. She was ruining their moment.

“I’m sorry, Deidre. But I met someone.Twosomeones. This is who I belong with. I know that now.”

Deidre stood there silent, shock covering her face as she stared back at them.

Carson spun to face his mates. “I never should’ve left the mountain.”

“Damned straight you shouldn’t have. Let’s pack your things,” Royce commanded.

Carson smiled, eager to obey.

“You’re just going to leave with these two guys?”

“Well, as you heard—they’re my husbands.”

Without giving her time to argue, Carson headed for the bedroom and pulled on the first items of clothing he found in his drawers. After dressing and slipping his feet into his trainers, he hauled his luggage from the closet. He filled it with everythinghe could think of he’d need for the next couple of weeks. There was time to come back and shutter the place and give up the apartment later he guessed.

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