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

worthy chin.
    “Maybe. Depends how our friendship goes. Let’s take things one bridge at a time.”
    “I hope it’s not a bridge too far.”
    “So, you like old movies also?”
    “Yeah. Books from libraries and thrift stores, free movies. I don’t have a great social life. I go to a lot of parties for work. I go out and I come home alone.”
    Most of the time.
    “And I don’t have much extra cash.”
    O my God why did I say that to him?
    “Well, maybe I can help.”
    What? Did he think I he needed to pay me?
    Karl spread his fingers wide, “The social life, I mean.”
    “If we become more than friends, I don’t talk about our relationship. Don’t worry, I never kiss and tell on my boyfriends.” As if I’ve ever had a real boyfriend before.
     

twelve
     
    I haven’t, not really. Hendrick lasted long enough to snake my iPhone. Then there was George, the clumsy jock I French kissed. He ran like he was trying to catch a Hail Mary. Ryan I gave a blow job while driving down I-75 in rush hour traffic. I soaked his seat, but when we arrived at his place, he took a few bong hits and went to sleep. I seem to have that affect on men. Yeah, before last night, I was a virgin. I didn’t bleed though, which I’m glad for. Who knew what the smell of blood would do to the thing he became. I can thank horse riding for my stainless deflowering, posting broke my hymen long ago.
    I tugged on my ear nervously.
    “I’d like to bite your ear, Grace.”
    “You could.” Did I say that out loud?
    Karl stared at the pen, then back at me. Like the way my neighbor’s dog used to eye his ball when he wanted me to throw it.
    He’s really just an overgrown puppy.
    I picked up the pen. I signed.
    “Great. This will make Hamilton happy.”
    “Hamilton?”
    “Sorry. My lawyer.” Karl raised his eyebrows. “He’s like an old lady.”
    I had been dripping between my legs, but talking about Hamilton sucked all the moisture from the room. Leaning back, I dropped into the armchair. Karl bowed his head and rubbed his temple, putting the paper into his jacket with his other hand.
    He stared at me with knowing eyes. I made my face as blank as I could make it. Karl moved in a blur, pushing the coffee table out of his way. The rickety table’s legs barely held it up on a good day and my heart leapt fearing the drinks on the table top would crash down. It swayed, but didn’t fall. I turned away from the disaster narrowly averted and found myself gazing into the sparkling turquoise pools he used for eyes.
    “Grace, let’s start again. I want you. Do you want me?”
    Everything since my rescue from the stinking shrimp boat led to this moment. Either I broke the horse down and burned the secret hidden inside, or I took him in, and suffered all the consequences of an angry Greek god, making a tale to be remembered forever.
    At least by me.
     

thirteen
     
    Karl’s golden tanned face glowed and the highlights in his hair shone. I bent to his Snickerdoodle sweet lips, dusted with cinnamon and sugar. When our tongues touched again, all of the background sounds faded — the creaking of my fake leather chair, the swish of our clothes, the faint sound of the neighbor’s radio, even the rush of cars going by went quiet.
    My breath hissed faster and louder, my heart pounded in my ears going, boom boom boom like a base drum. Reaching up, I touched his heaving chest. Karl’s heart surged beneath my fingers, matching my own beat, synchronizing.
    Karl rose, bending my head backwards, pressing me into the chair. Somehow he found the switch and somehow the ancient chair’s motor worked one more time, reclining us back, him on top, pressing me down.
    I lifted my arms above my head and he grasped my wrists, holding them both with one huge and capable hand. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I breathed the leather from his jacket and a sharp tang of oak and pine, mixed with some other scent I could not place.
    He stopped kissing my lips and moved