Howlers. She bounced up to them, brown ponytail swinging. “Hey! Which one?”
“Ryan,” he said, smiling back at her. She was a really perky kid, and they always left her great tips. “How’s it going, Kira?”
Her eyes were pretty much glued to Bradley, who shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny. “Pretty good. Papa got Brian a dishwashing job in the back. We get to move out next week. Got a hot date?”
“You know me better than that,” Ryan said with a wink. “I’ve got a to-go order after we’ve eaten to take back to that slave-driver of an Alpha of ours.”
She nodded. “Cool, cool. I’m Kira. Are you new?” She extended her hand, and Bradley took the handshake. He didn’t look happy about it though. Weird.
Understanding dawned. “Oh my bad. This is Bradley, Kira. He’s an available I’m training. Bradley, this is Kira. She’s Mac’s daughter. She recently got mated to Brian, one of our pack submissives. She also takes care of the Howlers men when we come in to bug Mac.”
“Congratulations,” Bradley said, warming considerably. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Kira grinned. “He’s super cute, Ryan. And possessive. Oh boy. You thought I had a thing for our beta?”
He shrugged, and Ryan nearly swallowed his tongue. He was jealous? That was why he got all quiet?
She winked. “Thought so. Bold and not afraid to show what you want. I like those qualities in a sub. You’re going to have your hands full with his one, Ryan. Guaranteed.”
Ryan rolled his eyes. Yeah. He needed yet another person to tell him that Bradley was going to be trouble. He didn’t need that information, thanks much. He understood that perfectly well all on his own. “We’ll take a booth,” Ryan rumbled, taking Bradley’s elbow and giving him a squeeze.
Kira turned on her heel and walked further into the restaurant. Bradley and Ryan followed at a slower pace, and Ryan was hyperaware of the way Bradley’s arm felt under his hand . I’m in trouble .
Chapter Five
This place sure had a lot of neon beer signs. The bar was obviously the center fixture, and the high bar tables took up a majority of the space. The flags hanging from the ceiling displayed a wolf with his head kicked back howling at a crescent moon. The golden embroidered name Wolfskins blazed. Guess he wasn’t kidding about this being a biker hangout .
The booth was near the waiters’ stations, but it was the only available one, so Bradley couldn’t complain. Besides that, the company was someone out of his fantasies. The feel of Ryan’s hand burning through his sleeve was enough to make him want to drag the larger man back out into the parking lot for something that had little to do with food.
“I can smell your want, boy. Knock it off,” Ryan snapped as Kira walked away to fetch their drink orders.
“I can’t really control that, Ryan,” Bradley said. The order stung. He couldn’t obey it anymore than he could suddenly gain the ability to breathe underwater.
Ryan sighed, closed his eyes, and seemed to count backward from ten. “I know. I’m being an unreasonable jackass.” He took another deep breath. “I’m not behaving properly about this. I’m just off balance, and I’m not used to it.”
Kira reappeared with their drinks before Bradley could say anything about it. “You know what you guys want, Ryan?”
“Two of your manager’s specials,” Ryan said, his eyes not leaving Bradley’s face the entire time he spoke. Bradley could care less about what he was ordering. All that mattered was Ryan looking at him with that blatant consideration in his gaze. Kira nodded and walked away.
“Do you always order for your submissive at a restaurant?” Bradley asked. Was that common? They didn’t cover all this in his romance novel. He might’ve read a book, but it hadn’t been a how-to manual.
“It’s something I enjoy. Usually I get to know their tastes better, ask if they’re vegetarian or something first. But
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