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of Keaton’s neck, pulling him into a kiss.
    Keaton melted, tangling his tongue with Chay’s, until his brain kicked in. Unfortunately, so did his dick. The kiss, the scent of Chay, everything conspired against him. His cock grew hard in seconds flat. He pushed back, a little breathless. When he looked up, Chay’s eyes had changed to his wolf eyes. “Chay.”
    “Huh?” His hand caressed Keaton’s cheek but his eyes never left Keaton’s lips. “You have such pretty lips, Bit.”
    Keaton’s cock twitched. Damn. How could he remain strong against that? The man couldn’t fake his eyes shifting or an erection, Chay did want him. And Keaton’s idiotic over-hormonal body reacted. His own eyes blurred as Chay tried to kiss him again. He moved back with a groan and blinked several times, trying to regain control. He’d never felt such a physical pull for someone. “Chay, I thought we were going to go get a bite to eat?”
    Chay blinked and drew back, a dazed look on his face. “Oh yeah. Yeah. We need to eat. At the poker games we usually sit around and drink. So it’s best to have something in your stomach before you go.” He stepped aside and let Keaton exit, then shut the door and checked to make sure it locked.
    “I don’t drink, remember?”
    “At all?”
    Keaton shook his head. “Nope. I do stupid things when I drink.”
    Chay grinned and opened the passenger side door of his truck for Keaton. “Like what?”
    Keaton rolled his eyes at the open door, but didn’t argue. He felt ridiculous having his door opened for him, but it also felt kinda nice too, so he decided to shut up and go with it. “I giggle. And you know that dizzy feeling drinking gives you? Well, I’m terrified of falling over, so I crawl.”
    “You crawl?” Chay shut his door before jogging around to his side and getting in. “Like on the ground, on all fours?”
    “Yes. Is there any other way to crawl besides on all fours?”
    “Uh, no, but the vision of you crawling around with that nice little ass of yours in the air…”
    Keaton swallowed. Chay thought he had a nice ass? Well hell, he wondered what Chay would do if he just offered it up? No. Bad. He was supposed to be taking things slow. “Uh, Chay?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Lay off.”
    “Yeah, good idea, sorry. Guess I need to get a grip, don’t think the guys would appreciate me coming to poker night with a boner.”
    Yeah, that’s what Keaton was afraid of, and damned if he wasn’t hard too. God, what had he gotten himself into? Poker night, with a bunch of straight men. Oh goody. “This is a bad idea.”
    “No, it isn’t. You are going to have to meet my friends eventually.”
    “Chay, I’m socially retarded. I don’t get along well with others.”
    “You got along great with my parents.”
    “Yeah, but they are older. And I didn’t exactly get along with your mother. Anyway, I’ve always gotten along with older people. But people my own age…I’m a nerd. I’d rather be home reading, or watching a documentary on Civil War military campaign tactics. I make people uncomfortable.”
    Chay chuckled. “Are you trying to tell me you’re missing a show on the Civil War?”
    “No. I’m recording it.”
    “You’ll be fine, Bit. And for what it’s worth, you don’t make me uncomfortable.”
    Keaton snorted. “Yes, but you’re weird. You’re even a wolf and I don’t intimidate you.”
    “What do you mean?” Chay glanced at him, his eyebrows furrowed.
    “Chay, most wolves steer clear of me. Didn’t you notice your dad’s reaction?”
    He shrugged. “He said you were strong.”
    True, but he had mentioned it. Most wolves sensed Keaton’s strength and avoided him. Chay was an exception. “Are these friends of yours pack members?”
    “Nope. Only one of them, Bobby. The rest have no idea that werewolves exist.”
    Keaton sighed. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. At least wolves wouldn’t pick on him.
     
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    After dinner they