Prowl (The Game #12) Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
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The lobby was by no means massive, so it didn’t take me long to spot River and Reese’s friends. They were eyeing the erotic artwork on the wall behind the small check-in counter.

Wait—I did a double take at the large photo and realized it was Colt and Greer. They were tied together at a tree in a forest somewhere. Beautiful ropework that cut in just right to show the firmness of the men’s muscles and flesh. It looked to be incredibly cold, however. Frost covered the ground. Hopefully, they hadn’t noticed, given both had their boys sucking them off.

Must’ve been a good photo shoot.

I cleared my throat and took a couple steps toward the newcomers. “Excuse me—Gray and Darius?”

They turned around. The younger man was undeniably gorgeous, while his partner was more ruggedly handsome—and yes, he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

I smiled politely and extended a hand. “I’m Walker. River and Reese will be here in twenty minutes or so. They asked me to make sure you have everything you need while you wait.”

The younger man smiled back and shook my hand first. “Nice to meet you, Walker. I’m Gray, and this is my fiancé, Darius.”

Darius nodded once and shook my hand next.

Macklin joined my side, so I introduced him as well. “Macklin, my husband.”

“Welcome to Mclean House.” Macklin cranked up his charm, always a sure way to make people comfortable.

A boy I didn’t recognize rushed out from the hallway leading to the kitchen and a few other spaces, and he didn’t stop; he just blurted out, “It’s House Mclean, Macky boy!”

Before Macklin could respond, the boy had disappeared into the club area.

“Ignore that,” Macklin told Gray and Darius. “The brats around here love to raise hell.”

Gray smirked slyly. “I’ve been called brat once or twice by this one.” He jerked his thumb at his partner.

Darius chuckled under his breath but said nothing.

“Then you’ll fit right in,” Macklin assured with a grin.

“You can leave your jackets over there if you wish.” I pointed toward the coat check behind us. “Can we get you a couple drinks? I’m sure River and Reese want to give you the grand tour when they arrive.”

“A drink sounds great, thank you.” Gray was definitely the talker among the two.

Macklin and I waited while they hung up their jackets, and I took the opportunity to shed my coat as well. Only I kept mine over my arm. Soon, Macklin’s jacket too. We’d leave those in his cabin later.

The event next weekend would be the official grand reopening of our community’s estate, but tonight’s soft opening was plenty grand. Because as soon as we entered the club area with Gray and Darius in tow, I was mind-blown. Gone was the rather compact club with a small bar in the corner, the cramped kink furniture, and the demo stage that had seen better days.

The floor gleamed black, walls had been torn down, the new stage was wider, and—well, everything had received an upgrade. I particularly liked how they’d opened up the club, allowing us to have a proper seating area at the other end of the downstairs, with everything from cushy chairs and low tables to stools and bar tables. We hadn’t had the room for that before, resulting in us overusing the heaters on the deck in the back. Come rain or shine, we’d huddled outside on club nights if we wanted to have a conversation without shouting over the music.

“This is amazing, pet.” I took it all in, from the stage to our left, covering most of the short end, then the vast dance floor, all the way down to the cozy seating area. Lucian and KC were there, Cam too, so the boy I’d seen earlier who had joined them must be Noa.

The spotlights in the ceiling had cast the entire place in a purple glow.

Including the circular bar positioned in the center, and I smiled when I spotted Penelope and Gretchen slinging cocktails to a couple members. Penelope seemed to be in higher spirits, and that made me happy. I was sure her recovery from the breakup with Ella was going to be a long one, so any reprieve she found along the way was good.

She’d have no shortage of play partners once she was ready either.

Now we had all the kink furniture out, too, to fuel the inspiration. Crosses, a bondage web, hooks, posts, and sawhorses lined the walls, aside from where the tinted doors to the patio took over.

“I love how spacious it is now,” Macklin said. “Only thing missing is artwork on the walls, and we’ll get that next weekend.”

Indeed. A splendid reason to host a photography event.

I was going to edit our pictures at the beginning of next week.

Refocusing on Gray and Darius, I gestured for them to follow us to the bar. And considering Reese had warned me of trauma in Gray’s past, I wanted to say something.



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