Man in the Middle [Wolf Creek Pack 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove), Stormy Glenn [important books to read txt] 📗

in his arms where he belonged. He wasn’t sure who Prince Ruelle was, but Taylor was grateful to the man for keeping Justin safe.

Taylor waited in the truck as Chase checked them out of the motel, and then watched as Chase’s thick, muscular body walked toward him. Taylor still couldn’t believe he had all that muscle behind him last night. Just thinking about it made Taylor want to run back inside the motel for round two.

But they had to go retrieve their wayward mate. Taylor was relieved as hell that Justin was safe and wasn’t sure if he wanted to hug the man until Justin’s eyes popped, or if he wanted to take the man over his knee and paddle his ass. Justin had scared ten years off of Taylor’s life by disappearing like that.

The drive was long and awkward. Chase had tried to start a conversation a few times, but Taylor had nipped each of them in the bud. He wasn’t sure why he was acting this way, but it seemed the roles had reversed, and he was the one running this time while Chase tried to reel him in.

“Are you going to snap at me if I ask what type of music you like to listen to?” Chase asked as he began to turn the knobs on the radio.

“I’m not trying to be prickly, Chase.” Taylor sighed. “I’m just trying to figure you out.” There was no way Chase had flipped overnight. The man had run too hard from Taylor and Justin to just give up and give in.

Chase sighed deeply, making Taylor feel more like a heel. “I know you don’t trust my motives after the way I’ve acted, Taylor. But I honestly don’t want to walk away from either of you. I want to explain why I did what I did, but I can’t.”

The sound of soft country music filled the cab as Taylor glanced out of the window. It was true that he wanted to know why Chase had run from them. But was that really important? Wasn’t it more important that the man was here and willing to give this a try?

Taylor sighed, unsure of what to do. He wanted to talk to Justin first. He wanted to get Justin’s opinion on Chase’s new leaf.

Damn, he just wanted Justin.

“I think this is it,” Chase said as he pulled up to an iron gate that surrounded a large a sprawling lawn, with a mansion sitting back from the road. Damn, this place was huge. Taylor was impressed as Chase leaned out of the window and hit the buzzer.

“I’m here to see Prince Ruelle,” Chase said into the intercom. “He is expecting me.”

“And you are?” the voice coming from the intercom asked.

“Chase Morgan and Taylor Foyt.”

“Please drive to the main house.”

Main house? There was more than one house? Just how big was this place? Taylor watched as the gates began to open, allowing them passage. Chase drove the winding driveway until they were parked outside the elaborate mansion.

“Do you think Justin is going to be happy to see us?” Chase asked as he unsnapped his seatbelt, uncertainty in his eyes as he glanced over at Taylor.

Taylor wasn’t sure about anything right now. If anyone had asked him if he thought Justin would leave him, he would have said no. But Justin had proved him wrong on that. Taylor couldn’t help but wonder what else he had been wrong about.

“I’m not sure,” Taylor said as he stared at the front of the massive mansion, “but however he feels right now, he is coming home. Things can be worked out from there.”

Taylor slid from the truck, glancing up at the large front porch that included pillars and an ornately decorated front door. He sighed as he climbed the steps, wondering if Justin was going to come willingly or not. He didn’t want to argue with the man but he wanted Justin to come home. His missed the guy terribly.

Chase shot him a quick glance, one that Taylor couldn’t read, and then knocked on the door. Taylor wondered if whoever was waiting for them had been standing directly on the other side of the door because it opened immediately.

“The prince is waiting for you in his study,” the man said.

As he stepped back and allowed Chase and Taylor to come inside, Taylor eyed the man carefully. There was something funny about him, but Taylor couldn’t quite figure out what it was. He was just odd.

“Please come this way.”

Taylor could feel other eyes on him as he and Chase followed the funny little man down a hallway. He just wasn’t sure where they were coming from until they passed the entrance to another room and he saw all of the people inside. It almost seemed like the prince was having some sort of get-together. The room was filled with people dressed as if they were attending a party.

There was soft music playing from somewhere overhead, and the people were standing around, talking in groups or one-on-one, but he could feel the furtive glances being stolen. Gods, he felt so underdressed. The partiers were wearing fine silks and expensive-looking suits that looked as if it were tailored just for them, and Taylor was wearing yesterday’s jeans and a shirt that was purchased at a late-night market.

But that was secondary on his mind as his eyes scanned the room for Justin. He was anxious to get his lover back and get the hell out of this place. As grand as it was, there was something about it that reminded him of some late-century French home.

Not that he would know, but he had been educated.

There were finely embroidered tapestry handing from the walls every few feet, rich, vibrant carpets that Taylor was afraid to stand on, and so many damn breakable things that looked like each cost a mint that Taylor didn’t want to move an inch in fear of knocking something over.

“This way,” the peculiar little man said as he guided them