Crave (Brawlers Book 1) by J.M. Dabney

Author:J.M. Dabney [Dabney, J.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jami M. Dabney
Published: 2017-03-20T18:30:00+00:00

12 Where was Crave Taking Him?

Twitch hugged his travel mug of coffee to his chest as he attempted to play keep away with Crave. “Mine,” he squealed and bent to try to hug his body around it.

One minute he was standing there and the next Crave hauled him off his feet. That wasn’t emasculating at all, being held by the waist while curled into a fetal position protecting coffee. It didn’t help he was wearing pink pajama bottoms with kittens on them and one of Crave’s t-shirts that hung on him like a dress.

“Give it to me, after last night, no, Twitch, no,” Crave’s chest rumbled against his back.

Crave might be bigger, but Twitch was stubborn. There was no way the man was getting his coffee, extra strong with extra sugar and mocha creamer.

“Mine.” Twitch kicked out one leg and skimmed Crave’s hip.

“Watch it, you little shit, you’re about to ruin my sex life.”

“That would be a shame since it’s probably your only good feature.”

“What the fuck are you two doing,” Bull roared from the doorway.

He froze and felt Crave do the same, he almost snorted at the mental picture of the scene before Bull.

“He’s trying to steal my coffee,” he pouted.

“He bounced on my bed for an hour last night before he settled down.”

Twitch snorted.

“Sonuvabitch, will you two behave? Crave, put him down.”

He waited to be dropped, but Crave set him gently on his feet. As soon as Twitch as free he ran to hide behind Bull. He peeked around the man’s arm and stuck out his tongue.

Three, two, one—Crave chin dropped, and the relaxation breathing began.

Twitch loudly slurped his coffee, and it earned him a glare that promised retribution. He didn’t know why he was playing with fire. Maybe he’d consumed too much coffee. Crave was volatile on a good day. Poking the cranky ursine beast was like playing with a nuclear bomb ready to explode. He really should be terrified of what Crave could do if he lost his temper, but he wasn’t afraid of the man.

“It’s not even noon yet, what the hell are you two doing up?”

“Crave made me get up. Said he was taking me somewhere, but won’t tell me where. I wanted to leave a note in case someone needed to search for my body later.”

“I’m not going to hurt you. I found this place I’d thought you’d like. It was going to be a nice surprise. I changed my fucking mind,” Crave’s voice was dangerously low.

Oh shit, he darted around Bull and thrust his mug at him. “Hold this, guard it with your life.” He jogged until he stepped in front of Crave to bar his escape. “Where were you gonna take me?” He smiled sweetly and batted his lashes. It always worked on Bull, so it was worth a try.

“Nope, I’m going back to bed.”

Crave stepped forward, and Twitch threw up his hands to push against his stomach. Damn, he resisted the temptation to knead the insanely hard ridges of Crave’s abs.

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