Free Hagen, Lynn - Hawk's Pretty Baby [Brac Pack 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen

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    “He’s the queen around here. He means nothing by it, love.” Kota softly spoke to him. Blair nodded and looked over at the redheaded wolf. “Hi, Jasper.”
    “I’ll give you queen . Bite me, Kota.” Jasper stuck his tongue out.
     
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    Kota laughed. He knew wolves had exceptional hearing. He didn’t care, as long as his mate was comfortable. Everyone else introduced themselves. Kota actually had to be introduced to Johnny. He had been gone while Hawk played patty-cake. “Where is that big brute anyway?”
    “Right here, old friend.” Hawk slapped his back as he shook his hand.
    “Congrats on your mate.”
    “Same to you it seems. Hi. I’m Hawk.” Hawk extended his hand to Blair, who hesitantly took it.

    * * * *

    “Cecil, Johnny, can you show Blair around? I need to talk to Maverick.” Dakota kissed him, running his finger along his jaw.
    “Sure, Dakota . No prob.” Cecil winked at Remi, who gave him the thumbs up.
    “Little shit.” Dakota kissed Blair again then walked with Hawk to the office.
    “So, Blair. Where do you come from?” Cecil and Johnny walked him to the kitchen, grabbing the Moose Tracks ice cream. Johnny grabbed three bowls while Cecil dug the sugary heaven from its container. The two of them should be three hundred pounds by now. Thank the gods for youth and high metabolisms.
    “I…uh, around.” Blair accepted a bowl from Johnny and sat it down. He really wasn’t a sweets eater, but he didn’t want to offend his hosts. Dakota had told him to start speaking up for himself, but these two were too adorable to resist. He watched as Cecil’s little tongue jutted out as he scooped the compacted treat. Very adorable. He thought about his little brother and how he used to do the same thing. Blair pushed the thought away. No way was he crying in front of these guys.
    “How many scoops, Blair? I like three.” Johnny held his bowl in anticipation. He stood on his tip-toes trying to see how far Cecil had gotten in his battle to extract the ice cream.
    “One is fine. Do you need some help, Cecil?” The little guy looked like he was breaking a sweat.
    “No. I got it. Just give me a minute.” He finally got the scooper to relinquish its hold, giving everyone the serving they asked for.
    “So, do you guys live here?” Blair wasn’t much for small talk. He always struggled for things to say.
    “Yep. I live with Hawk. He’s my mate. Not the England kind of mate, though.”
    Cecil and Blair laughed. Cecil loved the hell out of Johnny.
    “Maverick is my mate.” Cecil ran his spoon around the rim of his bowl chasing a miniature peanut butter cup.
    “You mean Alpha Maverick?” Blair sat his spoon down. Was that tall, gothic man really mated to this little pint-size person? Talk about odd combinations. Cecil probably had to carry a step stool around just to kiss the man. And sex? Blair didn’t even want to think of how Cecil probably hurt from that. He looked over at Johnny. The kid was a bag of bones. How could he be mated to that fierce, warrior looking dude? What the hell was going on here? Blair thought about his little brother again and became angry. Were these two being forced?

    * * * *

    “Blair, what’s wrong? How come you look mad?” Johnny stepped back. He didn’t like mad looking people. They usually hit. He walked over to Cecil, standing behind him. Blair was sitting at the table, clenching his fists, and he wouldn’t look up or answer them. Johnny was getting scared. He whimpered.
    Cecil grabbed Johnny’s hand and took him to Maverick’s office, knocking on the door. Cecil didn’t wait for an answer. “Hawk, you need to calm Johnny down. Kota, go get your mate from the kitchen. He needs you.”
    Hawk shot up and grabbed Johnny in his arms as Kota took off down the hall. Maverick raised a brow to his mate, so Cecil went to him. “I’ll explain later.” He kissed Maverick and went off to the den to shoot some pool.

Chapter Eight

    “What’s