The Reluctant Wolf (Book 1 Cloverleah Pack) (25 page)

“Oh shit.”  Saul wriggled out of Griff’s grasp and took off.
Griff ordered Diablo another drink and a beer for himself.

“Well he took off fast enough.” 

“Yeah, well he was one of Kane’s many conquests, a one nighter, like they all were.  Saul made the mistake of rutting all over Kane at a car show we went to and Shawn got a little bit upset.”

“He’s still walking so it couldn’t have been that bad.”

“Oh, bad enough.  Shawn threatened to tear his limbs off one by one and turn him into a human footstool for him to fuck his mate on.  I think the graphics of that idea was enough to put the fright into Saul for life.”

“Really?”  Diablo was grinning.

“Oh yes and he could do it too.”  Griff was laughing now at the memory as the two men under discussion came over.  As per normal Kane had his arm over Shawn’s shoulder, while Shawn had his arm snug around Kane’s waist.  Diablo could see how well they fit together and for a brief moment he dreamt of the big man beside him holding him the same way.  He imagined it would feel pretty good.

“Hey guys, was that Saul I saw heading out of here like the hounds of hell were after him.”  Kane’s voice was deep and low and tinged with laughter.

“Yep, seeing Shawn here seems to have that effect on him.”  Griff had stopped laughing but his grin lit his face. “Oh Kane, Shawn, this is Diablo.”  The men all shook hands.

“Shawn and I are heading off, Shawn style.  Are you okay to take the truck home?”  Kane was looking at Griff the question in his eyes.  Not so much was Griff okay to take the truck home, was he okay with a
sexy looking cat shifter named Diablo.

Griff nodded
firmly. “Yep, no problem boss.  See you in the morning at work, okay?”

Kane fished around in his back pocket and pulled out Claude’s key. He passed it over to Griff.  “Can you get this back to Claude before you
leave?  I er…can’t be bothered looking for him.”  He was looking at Shawn and the lust was evident in his eyes.

Griff put it on the bar and grinned at Kane and Shawn.  “Yep, I will take care of it.  You guys take it easy going home now.”  Laughing, Kane waved at Griff
and Diablo as he pulled Shawn with him and they disappeared out the door of the club.

“Do I want to ask how they are getting home?”  Diablo asked curiously not really expecting an answer.

Griff looked at him for a minute as if weighing him up.  Whatever he decided must have been positive because he said, “Shawn has some extra abilities that make him kinda special.  One of them is the ability to zap his mate straight into their bedroom from wherever they are.  If Kane is in a hurry, like he appears to be tonight, then it is the quickest way to get home.”  He grinned as he remembered how many times Kane had gotten Shawn to zap him from the workshop to home and back in their lunch breaks.

“Hmm must be handy.  I wouldn’t mind a few of those skills myself.”  Diablo thought about the more than couple of times he wished he could just zap out of wherever he was at the time and then purposefully
shook his head.  Now was not the time or place. He looked over at Griff who was still watching him with a half smile on his face.  Yep he could lost in this big man and that was exactly what he wanted to do. 

Without breaking their gaze Diablo stepped closer to Griff and put his arm around the man’s waist. He gave a little tug and Griff came forward willingly until they were standing
flush against each other.  The electricity Diablo had felt when they shook hands now pulsed through his body and his cock jumped to attention.  Griff’s own cock was already hard against his thigh and the half smile on his face turned into a full blown grin.

Nodding to the key on the bar, Diablo said quietly, “How soon do you have to get that back to Claude?”

“Sometime in the morning will be fine.”  The lust in Griff’s voice was evident in his raspy response.

“You know I don’t bottom.”  As much as Diablo really felt he wanted to do that with Griff, he hadn’t thought it through properly and he didn’t want to make any decisions half-cocked.

Griff put a big arm around Diablo’s shoulder and scooped up Claude’s key with the other hand.  “You are lucky that I can be persuaded then, if you are good enough, of course.” Griff’s voice was teasing.  He already knew the cat in his arms would be more than good enough.

“I’ll just have to bring my ‘A’ game then won’t I?”  Diablo smirked at the bigger man
.

“I don’t deserve anything less man.”  Grin still firmly in place Griff led Diablo off through the club to Claude’s suite.  He was going to have some fun tonight.

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