Grave Peril by Lynn Hagen (Maple Grove #23)
English | 2020 | Romance, Paranormal | MM | ePUB | 2.8 MB
Lynn Hagen loves writing about the somewhat flawed, but lovable. She also loves a hero who can see past all the rough edges to find the shining diamond of a beautiful heart. You can find her on any given day curled up with her laptop and a cup of hot java, letting the next set of characters tell their story.
Until Cannon looked left and spotted him. Short, compact, hair that, under the lighting, looked blood red. Those mystical blue eyes shined as he served drinks, rushing up and down the counter, a sway to his hips that left Cannon breathless and rock-hard.
The man who’d haunted his thoughts since early this evening and had left a hunger in Cannon that only Richie could fulfill. He walked with purpose down the length of the bar, keeping his sights locked on the human, his panther jerking close to the surface as he made his way to his prey.
Cannon waited patiently for an opening at the counter. He leaned against the wall, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watched Richie’s movements and imagined how it would feel having his cock buried deep in the guy’s ass.
“I haven’t seen you here before.”
Cannon looked to his right. A muscular guy in leather was raking his heated gaze over him. Cannon gave him a hard squint as his jaw tightened.
“Ah, come on.” The guy moved closer. “Tell me you’re not interested in having some fun.” He tried to grip Cannon’s cock through his pants, but Cannon clamped his fingers around the man’s wrist.
“If you want to keep that hand, back the fuck up and go harass someone else.” Cannon noticed a bouncer heading his way, but he didn’t need rescuing.
Fuck. Was that Arturo? Jeez. That was the last person Cannon wanted to see. He was Braydon’s mate and was probably still just as pissed as Braydon was about the whole gun-held-on-his-mate scenario.
Not wanting his night to turn sour, Cannon moved away from the wall and inserted himself into the crowd at the bar. He didn’t like being so close to everyone, packed like a sardine, but he dealt with it. Anything to keep a smooth flow to his night.
Cannon looked up and saw Richie grinning widely at him. That sexy smile ignited Cannon’s blood. Cannon’s body sang with otherworldly, uncontrollable urges that made him want to shove everyone away and keep the human all to himself.
He walked toward Cannon, those fucking hips moving seductively from side to side, his shirt riding up and showing off smooth, pale skin above his waistband when he reached for a bottle toward the top shelf.
The things Cannon wanted to do to him.
“Are you stalking me?” Richie handed the bottle to a muscular bartender then faced Cannon with a smile that made a beautiful sunrise pale in comparison.
“And if I am?” Cannon rested one arm on the bar, his full focus on the guy who had his cock so hard it ached. “You scared, little bunny?”
“Bunny?” Richie’s eyes sparkled as his grin grew and a pale blush spanned across his cheeks. “Why am I a bunny?”