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

helpless by much.
    “Lawyers. Honestly, I think they invent these rules just to make themselves rich.” He pulled a folded piece paper from his jacket pocket.
    My god he brought a legal agreement thing with him!
    “Do you pull those out for all the girls?”
    “I’m sorry, Grace. I’ve been sued before.”
    Given his dominant attitude and his shocking secret, I’m surprised he hasn’t been miles more than sued. He probably left broken hearts lying around every day like other men leave tips.
    “Just once?”
    He frowned. “The experience wasn’t any fun for anyone. Except the lawyers. They enjoyed it, on both sides. When the process concluded, I fired my lawyer, after paying for his beach house. Then, I found a new one, and offered him one hundred thousand dollars a year.” Karl unfolded the paper.
    “But I deduct five hundred dollars from his payment for every hour I have to talk to him.”
    He brandished a pen. Covered with ebony, with silver inlays. The design depicted the moon, with shining rays streaming out, spiraling around the pen.
    “You charge him ?”
    “Yes. From his retainer. I noticed that lawyers love to talk to me about all sorts of things not directly related to my case, for many hours, and charge me by the minute. This arrangement makes my current lawyer very efficient.”
    The ant-march of semi-colon delimited sentence fragments gave me a headache. “I hate what lawyers do to words. Can you explain to me what this is for?”
    “I have enemies, Grace. They’d love to uncover things about me. Some of them are good at getting people who know me to talk to them.” He smoothed the paper’s folds. “This says that you won’t.”
    “I won’t talk about you?”
    “If we become…friends.” He smiled and his eyes twinkled. The little boy he must have once been shone through his eyes. I wanted to kiss him.
    “Is that what we are becoming?”
    “I’d like to get to know you better.”
    “But, you are bad news.”
    “Yes, I am. And I have baggage. Like this agreement.”
    “Hah. This doesn’t seem like more baggage than the way your teeth grow when you fuck.”
    I stilled the hand that wanted to cover my mouth. I don’t curse. Karl woke the wild thing in me. Dirty language, and dirty feelings.
    He smiled and leaned back, letting his document sit on the couch next to him. The lines of his thigh muscles bulged under his khaki pants. My hands itched to trace those lines to their source.
    But there lay the paper, with its ant-tracks of legalese. The moon-kissed pen. Calling me to sign.
    “What you know isn’t the worst thing about me, Grace. I’m not a good man for you.”
    Every time he said that, I wanted him more.
    Am I sick?
    “You can save him. Reform him,” my angel cooed.
    “You can fuck him silly. Enjoy yourself. Reach sexual nirvana.” My devil, of course. She shook her hips. “Rock his furry world.”
    My angel huffed and disappeared in a cloudy puff. Devil-Grace kept dancing.
    I’m bad with contracts. I usually have Leslie handle those after the time I signed one that forced me to work like a slave for a customer. Leslie pointed out how I had agreed to a number of social media posts in a week that meant I’d have to do one every five minutes, twenty hours a day to satisfy the agreement. I managed to fulfill the requirements by using a site where you can pay people five dollars to do just about anything. But, we lost money and I didn’t have fun.
    Now, I’m about to sign a contract so I can be friends with Karl Norman. I must be desperate. But, he crouched here looking fly, and I hadn’t participated in so much as a kissing match with a man for months. Other than Mr. Norman.
    “This contract doesn’t have any kinky stuff in the fine print?”
    Karl beamed. “No kinky stuff.” He stroked his cheek with his finger. “I have other contracts for kinky stuff.”
    I stopped my pen. “Other contracts?”
    He leaned his head back, looking at me over his Mount Rushmore