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chuckled. “I got it.”
    “Hey, G, get over here,” Oliver yelled from across the room.
    George led Drew over, and the mates pushed George up onto the stage. He stumbled up, tripping but righting himself. He was surprised George’s Turn
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    and unsure of how to handle this.
    “What the hell are you guys doing?” He tried to climb down, but the mates blocked him. Taking a step left or right didn’t help, they just moved their bodies along with his, blocking his escape.
    “Have a little fun,” Kyoshi yelled up at him while laughing.
    George spun around when hands grabbed his hips. A male stripper was winking at him. He leaned forward and whispered in George’s ear. “They paid for me to dance with you. Just go with it.” George shot a glare at the mates as he stood still, not sure what he should do. The stripper began to dance around George, shimmying up and down George’s back. The male dancer removed his top and tossed it aside, grabbing George’s hips once again. “Loosen up.” The guy grinned.
    George looked back at the mates. They all had their wide eyes on him, waiting for him to have fun.
    Fuck it.
    George started wiggling his hips as the guy stripped his pants off.
    Nothing but a G-string on now. He tossed them aside and shimmied his ass so quickly George thought it looked like a bowl of Jell-O come to life.
    “Go George, go George, go George.” The mates were chanting as Johnny and Keata did the robot, bumping into one another and laughing.
    George got into the spirit of things, and he sashayed his hips as he strut across the stage. Even the stripper stepped aside, enjoying George’s performance.
    He struck one hip out and slid his hand down the front of his shirt in a slow and suggestive manner. His eyebrow quirked, giving the mates his sexiest look.
    They cheered and chanted, tossing bills at George. He was shocked to admit it, but he was having some dang fun up here.

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    “Your damn mate is at it again!” The mated warriors stormed Maverick’s office, their arms crossed over their chests, glaring at their Alpha.
    Maverick pinched the bridge of his nose. Cecil was going to get him impeached. “Track them with the GPS.”
    “Can’t, all the vehicles are accounted for and every room has been checked,” Hawk bit out.
    “Then how the hell did they get away?” Maverick’s head fell back as he stared at the ceiling. It really needed to be dusted.
    “George.” Maverick said the word with confidence.
    “Can’t be. He doesn’t want anything to do with me right now,” Tank embarrassingly admitted.
    “Call him Go there. I bet he isn’t home and his truck is gone.” Maverick stared Tank in his eyes, demanding he do it.
    “If you say so.” Tank pulled out his phone and called his cowboy.

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    “Thanks.” George panted as he jumped off the stage. “I had a good time.”
    Cecil noticed how he said it as though he were shocked.
    “You know George, we’re all mates, and we’re all men. Just because we allow our mates to take us doesn’t mean we’re girls or anything. They love us and would give their lives for us, same as we would do for them.” Cecil slid George an orange soda.
    George eyed the glass. “I was driving so I guess I have to drink it, although a cold beer would hit the spot right about now.” Cecil smirked and sat back.
    “When you hide it all your life, it’s kinda hard to let that go. I want to be with Tank, just… hell, I don’t know.” George downed the soda, wishing it was hard liquor.
    “He’s a good guy with a kind heart, always looking out for us George’s Turn
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    mates. Always nice. You couldn’t do any better.” Cecil hoped he was getting through because he really liked George and would love to have him as part of their makeshift family.
    “You gave me a lot to think about. He is sweet.” George blushed.
    “Cecil!”
    Cecil’s head snapped up. Oh shit, his mate sounded pissed.
    “Where’s my Keata?” Cody ran