Hagen, Lynn - Stormy Eyes [Brac Pack 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen

bed, shaking his head. The mates were going to corrupt his innocent man. No, Cecil was going to. Storm had a feeling the mischievous bandit was at it again. He hoped Maverick punished him. A smile crept across Storm’s face. On second thought, Cecil didn’t deserve such pleasure.
    Storm crawled in the bed and pulled the comforter over them.
    “Now what are you doing?” Storm threw the blanket back to see Kyoshi sucking his belly button, his eyebrow quirked up.
    “I want to suck you.” Kyoshi sucked harder as he moaned.
    “Uh, dragonfly, you would have to get a little lower for that.” Storm caressed the back of his mates head.
    “Your cock tastes good.” He dipped his tongue into Storms navel.
    Storm pulled Kyoshi up into his arms and rubbed his back. Kyoshi was asleep in no time.
    “Little shit.” He chuckled as he pulled the blanket back over them.

    * * * *

    Storm ran between his mate and Keata’s room. They were both empting their stomachs and crying for the room to stop spinning. Loco knocked on the door and stepped in, heading straight into Keata’s room. He could hear the little guy crying that his head thumped.
    “I don’t think I have to punish you, Kyoshi. You’re doing a great job of it right now.” Storm wiped his mouth then laid his mate onto his back. He gave him two aspirin and told him to rest.
    He lay next to his mate, brushing his hair back from his face as Kysohi’s lips parted in sleep. What had he been thinking listening to Cecil? Storm would have to warn his mate not to listen to the man’s hair brained schemes.
    Storm studied Kyoshi’s beauty. He ran a fingertip over his nose, and down to his lips. “I love you, dragonfly.” He kissed his mate on his forehead before turning off the lamp on the nightstand.
       
    * * * *

    Kyoshi sat at the kitchen table with his head in his hands, wishing the damn headache would go away. Never in his life would he ever drink again.
    “Hi.”
    Kyoshi looked up to see a Drew zombie walking to the fridge, Remi close behind. Remi guided his mate over to the table and sat him down, grabbing two glasses and the orange juice. He poured them then sat one in front of Drew and one in front of Kyoshi. Remi smiled at him warmly. His kissed the top of Drew’s head before he left them to each other.
    “Never again.” Drew moaned.
    “Me either.” Kyoshi burped and prayed he wasn’t going to be sick again. It felt as if each temple were being hit with a hammer.
    Blair plopped down in one of the chairs and laid his head on the table, moaning loudly when Drew scraped his chair back.
    “Drew, too loud.” Blair complained as he grabbed his head.
    Hawk stormed into the kitchen, glared at them then grabbed a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge, slammed it shut, and then stormed out.
    “Wasn’t our idea.” Blair watched Hawk’s retreating back.
    “I think one of these days he’s going to hog-tie Cecil to stop his antics.” Drew laughed then cringed and rubbed his temples.
    “But the dude is fun.” Blair smiled.
    “Wondered where you’d gone off to.” Storm pulled Kyoshi up and cradled him as he took him back to their room.
    “I’m nauseous,” Kyoshi cried.
    “That’s why it’s called a hangover.” Storm chuckled as he laid his mate back in their bed.
    Storm checked in on Keata. Loco had him in his lap as he cradled a sleeping Keata in his arms. He was sitting on the window seat staring out of the window. The warrior turned and nodded at Storm.
    Storm smiled then closed the door, wondering if Loco was the mate Ludo had mentioned. Kyoshi was curled up in the center of the bed, fast asleep.

    * * * *

    “I followed them to a dive in the city. I haven’t seen any foreign men, but there seems to be a lot of traffic going in and out of the place.” Evan reported to Maverick over the phone.
    “I’m going to send a couple warriors to you, black ops mission. Get in, take the men if you find them, then get out. If they aren’t there, hold your