Alpha Howl (A BBW Shifter Werewolf MC Romance) (Sons of Thunder MC: Book 2) by Deva Long Read Free Book Online Page A

register. I used some muscles I must have built by paddleboarding and with my extra padding that I made from wine and cheese, managed to hip-check Jennifer.
    “Pablo wants you.” I spoke louder than I needed to.
    “Excuse me?”
    “At the front. He just texted me.” I showed her my iPhone. My text app always showed lots of little green bubbles from Pablo. Mainly ideas for what we could be doing to increase his sales. Jennifer blinked her long lashes at the phone. I made sure my hand shook so she couldn’t read the words, just see his face on the ‘from’ screen.
    “OK, but what about him.”
    “Don’t worry, I remember how to push the buttons.” I raised my eyebrows and glanced at the front of the store where Pablo was holding forth to a gaggle of bikini clad girls and Jack.
    I turned to see Karl grinning at me.
    “You sure you know how to push my buttons?” Karl made his eyes big and pursed his lips, making a great fake worried face.
    “It’s not hard. You pushed mine.” He could take that either way. “What are you doing here?”
    “Maybe I need a paddleboard.”
    “I don’t recommend them, they can be dangerous. You could find yourself kidnapped by coyotes.”
    And getting rescued by a sex freak wolf.
    He met my eyes, and held my stare.
    “Here are some things I need.”
    He put his items on the counter. Nylon rope. A two foot fiberglass lobster tickler. Wetsuit bottoms.
    “Lobster season’s not for a few months, you know.”
    “Right.” He picked up the lobster tickler. It’s a two foot rod with a strap you can Velcro to your wrist. You use them to poke into holes and get spiny lobsters to come out into your net or your hands. We have both fiberglass and aluminum ones. Karl held a fiberglass one, long and flexible.
    “I can use this now, though.” He swatted his palm with the tickler.
    I gasped. A trickle wet my panties. How does this man have such an affect on me?
    “What is the rope for?” My voice cracked from my suddenly dry throat.
    Karl’s sky hued eyes twinkled with sparks of emerald fire. He twisted his mouth into lopsided grin.
    “I’ll show you later.” He tapped the wetsuit bottoms. “And these too.”
    A moment passed where I just stared at him. My mouth hung open. “Do you have a problem with my order, Grace?”
    I heard orders in plural.
    “No sir. Let me put your things in a bag.”
    He flashed a black card.
    “You should probably charge me first,” he laughed.
    My face blazed hot as the summer sun.
    “Uh, yeah. Charge you. Right. We don’t give things away here.”
    “Not lobster ticklers and rope, you don’t.” He handed me his card. “Other things, maybe you do.”
    I covered my mouth with my hand.
    Pointing to an empty margarita glass on the counter, Karl winked.
    “I’ll see you at the end of your shift.”
    Bagging his purchases, I said, “You sure you don’t want a top to go with your bottom?”
    My voice went throaty. I was thinking about what he might want to do with the lobster tickler and the rope. I couldn’t think of anything he might want with the wetsuit bottoms.
    “I just need a bottom to complete my set.” He smiled at me, showing me his mouth full of shining white teeth.
    “Yes Sir.”
    “I enjoy it when you say that Grace.”
    Karl grabbed his bag and his card, and left me there, dripping on the floor like I’d just come back from a swim.
    A handsome monster who needs to torture me to get turned on is taking me to dinner. I should’ve been calling 911 and asking for SWAT. Instead, I danced around like a schoolgirl at her first dancehall show.
     

twenty one
     
    Dinner at Blue was fantastic. I ordered grouper and Karl wolfed down a steak. He drank red wine and I had white. Leslie and I had an ongoing ad campaign with Blue, and the owner let me charge the meal against our payment. Leslie would kill me when she found out, but the surprise on Karl’s face when the waiter mentioned that our three hundred dollar check had been paid made