Prowl (The Game #12) Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
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I wasn’t gonna ask.

They could find me on the patio, with a drink in my hand. Or in the water, cuddling it up with Master.

This worked too.

I stretched out on the sunbed, and Walker kissed my neck as his hand roamed my front. His cock was where it should be, buried deep inside my ass.

The sun slowly dried our bodies after our dip in the ocean. Clothes had been banned on the boat, at least now that we were far away from civilization.

On our second day, Ty had gotten a call about an influx of iguana crossings between two mangrove islands, so we’d dropped anchor in the middle. Every now and then, we heard Ty and Lane murmuring in the back of the boat, followed by a pop from one of the air rifles.

“Good job, darlin’.”

“Thanks, Daddy.”

I smiled sleepily and reached for my drink. I needed a longer straw.

Lazy fucks were the best sometimes. We didn’t move as much as we just…stretched and rolled a little bit. I used his arm as a pillow, and when I pressed a kiss to his skin, I arched my back and pushed against his cock. To which he hummed in pleasure, kissed my shoulder, and gripped my hip.

“Have I thanked you for pullin’ me away from work yet?” he whispered drowsily.

“A few times…”

“Well, I’m very grateful.”

I peered back at him, and we met in an unhurried, tongue-teasing kiss. Goose bumps rose all over, and he lazily pumped his perfect cock into me a few times. Fuck me, life didn’t get better than this. And to think, we’d get more of this warmth in a few weeks. Walker had coordinated our plans with Colt and Lucas, so Walker and I could have our own stateroom on the Bahamas cruise the Tops had surprised us with at the Christmas party.

“Can we say it again?” I heard Lane ask quietly.

Walker and I grinned into the kiss, and we knew what was next.

Ty chuckled softly. “Baby, if you’re waitin’ for me to reach a limit, you’ll be waitin’ forever. I love you.”

I didn’t need to see Lane to know he was sporting a shit-eating grin.

“I love you too. It felt like a good moment to remind you.”

Walker stole my focus with a deep, hungry kiss, and my need for more grew quickly. Nope, life couldn’t fucking get better. I had everything I needed right here.

EPILOGUE 4

One year later

Ty Madison

“I don’t wanna talk about it!” I yelled. I stuck my toothbrush back into the holder and reached for the mouthwash. Damn kids. Damn fucking kids, who couldn’t stop laughing at me.

“Can we talk about it a little?” Lane pressed through the door. The idjit was wheezing, he was laughing so hard.

Maybe it was time to explore permanent speech restrictions.

Before I left the bathroom, I put on a new T-shirt and gave myself a pep talk. I was the coolest gramps who’d ever lived—the craziest one too, for having my whole family under one roof. Marina, Lane, Savi. Deep down, I felt like I should’ve predicted that Lane and Marina would turn against me as soon as they’d befriended each other again. Because it seemed obvious in retrospect. They were both shit-stirrers.

I found all three of them in the hallway, looking at me like they were gonna explode into laughter any moment once more.

I shook my head and put on my jacket. Lane and I had places to be.

“You know, this is why nobody likes any of you,” I said stiffly.

Marina fucking cackled, and she took a babbling Savi from Lane so he could put on his shoes.

The moral of the story, in the end, was don’t have kids. Right?

Shoes on, jacket on, keys, wallet, phone, sunglasses on. I cupped Savi’s chubby little cheeks and smooched her face, much to her squealed delight. “Yeah, you’re on Gramps’s side. But you better grow up so you can teach your mama to be a good person.”

I straightened before she could grab my shades.

“I love you too, Dad.” Marina grinned.

I huffed and walked out of the house.

“I’ll bring him back less cranky, hon,” Lane chuckled. “See you in a couple hours.”

“Have fun shopping!” Marina replied.

An hour later, Lane and I had filled our cart at Costco with diapers, food, beer, wine, baby wipes—and I was seriously considering this massage chair too. Lane and Macklin called it a Joey and Chandler chair, and maybe it wasn’t the prettiest thing on the block, but man, did she feel good.

Walker agreed with me. He sat next to me in his own chair while the boys made rounds to fill the other two carts.

“I might fall asleep here,” he muttered.

“Right?” I wondered if Lane would mind if we kept one here in Arlington. We didn’t see ourselves giving up his old place until Marina moved out of my house, and that would be another few years. I wanted them close while Savi was still little.



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