Free Carter's Tryck [Brac Pack 17] by Lynn Hagen Page B

interior of the SUV was theirs, their private domain of freedom for the moment.
    Blair palmed the steering wheel, spinning it to the left as he pulled the vehicle into an empty parking space. He didn’t want to go through the drive-thru.
    They all wanted to stretch their legs and enjoy their time out a little longer.
    They went to the fast food place over by the police station. Blair snickered at the fond memory of when he and Cecil stole a truck to come here eons ago. They’d become partners in crime and best friends since then, something he never thought he would have.

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    Carter looked around as he climbed out, Keata running up to him from the other side. “I never go here before.”
    “Me either, buddy. Guess we both will find out if they’re any good.” He looked over his shoulder. The Santiago brothers were talking and laughing over by their motorcycles, but he knew better.
    Tryck was watching him from the corner of his eye.
    Carter made sure his hair was over his ears. Try and explain pointy ears to humans, impossible. He usually wore a hat when he went exploring, but he normally didn’t care what he looked like as long as he could see the sights.
    For some reason he cared what Tryck thought of him, cared how he looked. He didn’t want to look geeky with a hat shoved over his head. It was bad enough his ears wiggled when he had sex.
    He couldn’t believe that happened. Now that was embarrassing.
    They ordered their food and took a seat at a large booth, chatting away as they ate. Carter looked from the corner of his eye. Tryck was leaning back on his bike, his arms crossed over his chest, watching Carter watch him. His mate winked at him, and Carter looked away.

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    He could feel the heat creeping across his face. He’d never had a guy flirt with him before. It was exciting and pulse pounding. The side of his mouth pulled back slightly as he continued to stare at his mate.
    “Dude, you got it bad.” Oliver chuckled, bumping shoulders with Carter.
    His gaze ripped away from his mate’s, looking at the guys sitting around the table. “No I don’t.”
    “That’s like the hundredth time you looked at your mate.” Blair laughed.
    “I’m not looking at Tryck. I’m making sure no one has stolen our ride.” Carter huffed. He thought he had been slick about it, but he must not have. All the mates were smiling at him. “What?”
    “Liar.” Keata giggled.
    Carter waved a hand at them as he picked up his burger, the grease running down his hand. Maybe it wasn’t safe to eat this. He set it back down. “I can’t help it. He’s hot,” Carter confessed, feeling his cheeks burn a little more.
    He liked the camaraderie, never before hanging out with a bunch of guys who were mated like him. It felt like a special kind of bonding going on between them.
    Sure, he hung out with Teaky, but this felt different. Closer.
    “I have to admit, he is that. But don’t tell Maverick I said that.
    Those two already go head-to-head.” Cecil snickered.
    Carter glanced out the window once more. The warriors were talking, just hanging out, giving their mate’s room to socialize in an outside setting. Carter had to admit, he liked hanging with the guys, but also liked the fact that his mate was close by.
    To anyone else it would seem like the warriors were at ease. The mates knew better. They were being watched by their men.
    “So why does he drive me so batty?” Carter asked while still watching Tryck. He wanted to go out there and crawl into this lap, and get fucked right there on the bike. Avoid sex my ass . Carter was addicted to it now.

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    The thought of Tryck taking him on the bike had his heart racing and his imagination running wild. What would it be like to have sex outdoors? He definitely wanted to find out.
    “It’s called being in love,” Kyoshi offered, bringing Carter out of his thoughts.
    Carter’s head snapped around as Kyoshi’s words registered in his