Free Porpoiseful Intent [Placida Pod 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Tymber Dalton Page B

Emery’s number, swearing when his voice mail picked up. He turned his back to the sliders and the pool. “Hey, you ain’t gonna believe this shit. There’s a frickin’ gator in our pool. I guess I need to call Fish and Wildlife about it. See you shortly.”
    When he turned back, he let out a shriek. “Fuck!”
    The gator now sat on his pool deck, his snout a few feet from the sliding glass doors. How the hell he’d managed to get himself out of the pool that fast amazed Sean.
    As he stared at it, in shock and fright, the gator blinked. Again Sean would swear, from the rhythmic movement of its ribs, that it was laughing at him. The snaggletoothed grin didn’t detract from that assessment, although Sean knew most gators always looked like that.
    He heard the front door open and started speaking at the same time Emery did. “Dude, take a fucking look at—”
    “Sorry I missed your call—”
    “This fucking thing—”
    “Forgot to tell you Wyatt might still be—”
    “It’s fucking huge!”
    “Here from the storm.”
    They looked at each other, and at the same time said, “What?”
    Sean pointed at the sliders, turning to look as he did. “There’s a fucking gator in our— aah !”
    A large, naked, handsome black dude now stood outside their sliders, sop-soaking wet and dripping water all over the concrete.
    Smiling at them and laughing.
    “What the fuck! Who the fuck is that? Where the fuck is the gator!” He was torn between wanting to get the guy away from the gator and afraid to let a naked stranger into their house.
    Emery started laughing as he walked over to the slider and opened it. “Wyatt, let me guess. You got him?”
    The man laughed. “Sorry, Em, but you know me. Couldn’t resist. When I heard the car I was going to get out and introduce myself, but then he came and jumped into the pool before I could shift back. I wasn’t sure if he was yours or not. Didn’t want to out myself to a civie, so to speak.”
    Sean stared, jaw agape, as Emery shook hands with the naked guy. As his pounding heart slowly stopped trying to burst its way out of his ribcage, he finally noticed the man’s eyes were the same amber color as the gator’s.
    And there was no longer a gator anywhere on their lanai.
    “What?” Sean asked.
    The guy, apparently totally unconcerned about his naked state, stepped inside and extended his hand to Sean. “Wyatt Belaforte. Gator shifter.”
    Blinking as he tried to process this, Sean automatically shook with him. “Gator shifter?”
    Emery chuckled. “I did tell you some friends had come out to help with the search.”
    “Emery let me hang here during the storm. Sorry I scared you, man.”
    “No you’re not,” Emery playfully teased. “You love scaring the crap out of people. My mom still hasn’t forgiven you for last New Year’s.”
    As a human, Wyatt could easy scare the crap out of people. Taller than Emery, he had to be at least six ten, and well muscled. And very well…
    Gulp.
    Just because Sean was mated to Emery didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate a well-hung man.
    Sean, realizing he was also still standing there naked and wet, felt less than adequate compared to Wyatt.
    “Yeah,” Wyatt agreed. “I guess you’re right, Em. My momma always said I was a devil at heart.”
    Sean realized Wyatt had a bit of an accent. Now feeling more than a little self-conscious, Sean walked out to the lanai and grabbed his shorts from where they’d landed and pulled them on before rejoining the men in the living room.
    “You’re not a devil,” Emery countered with a grin while Sean did that. “You’re the whole damn lot of them.”
    Wyatt shrugged. “If you’re gonna do something, do it right, I always say.”
    “We’re going back out tonight at eleven. Can you come?”
    “Naw, wish I could. I need to get to work in the morning. But I’ll come out after work and help again.”
    “I’ve got your stuff in my trunk,” Emery said. “Let me go get it for