Hagen, Lynn - Stormy Eyes [Brac Pack 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (8 page)

“Is this going to get us punished again?” Blair narrowed his eyes on Cecil then gave him an evil smile. “Because if it is, I’m so there.” He laughed as he grabbed the controller.

Chapter Six

“I think you need to go into the den.” Gunnar informed the warriors as he entered the office.

“Why?” Maverick leaned back and pulled at his soul patch.

“Just go.” Gunnar shook his head and walked out.

* * * *

“Hey, Kyosham. I tink I’m dunk,” Johnny slurred as he chased the straw around with his lips. He giggled then yelled at the straw to stop moving.

Kyoshi tried to lift his eyelids higher to see Johnny, but the batteries must have been died.

“Are you dunk, Dew?” Johnny licked his lips, the straw stuck to the bottom one. He slapped at the plastic menace only to send his orange soda can across the room.

Oliver and Blair fell into each other, laughing, when the can hit the pool table and spilled over the balls.

“Hey, John John, your balls are sticky now.” Oliver fell back with peals of laughter.

Keata crawled across the floor, ushering the little ant to go home before he was squashed. At least that’s what Cecil thought he said—either that or
ga hone ford washed
.

“Damn, I think I’m drunk, too.” Drew blinked. He reached his hands in his pants to scratch his balls but lost the struggle when he fell off of the couch.

“Dorm, Dorm, Dorm. I lub you, Dorm.” Kyoshi was singing as he took another shot. He burst out laughing but couldn’t remember what was so funny. He stumbled over to the couch, tripping over Drew and landing with his face in Oliver’s crotch.

“What the hell is going on?”

Kyoshi giggled but couldn’t get his face to turn. Oliver was patting him on the head telling him not to cry 'cause the birds would fly back soon.

Storm pulled his mate from Oliver then grabbed Keata around the waist and hauled him up.

“Dorm, my wolfy Dorm. Johnny’s balls are sticky.” Kyoshi let out a bark of laughter as Storm carried the two upstairs. He sat Kyoshi in one of the cushioned chairs as he took Keata to his room.

Storm didn’t know what to make of the situation. The mates were drunk off their asses. He tucked Keata in bed, pushing his forehead down when the little imp tried to get back up.

“Stay.”

“Otay, Dormy eyed.” He giggled then was snoring in five seconds. Light weight.

Storm grabbed Kyoshi when he caught him running in a circle.

“What are you doing?”

“My zipper won’t stay still.” Kyoshi wailed. He slapped his crotch yelling at it to behave.

“You are going to bed. We’ll deal with your drunkenness in the morning.” Storm stripped him down and laid him on the 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 position till they can be followed to a different location.” Maverick talked softly into the phone.

“Yes, Alpha.” Evan hung up the phone. If he didn’t know any better, he would think Maverick was acting like a secret agent. Shit did get boring at home.

* * * *

Kyoshi walked into the den and punched Cecil in his arm.

“Ow, what was that for?” He rubbed the offended area.

“That’s for shaming me. My mate doesn’t look at me the same anymore.” Kyoshi hissed at him. He punched Cecil in his arm again.

“Will you stop that?” Cecil slapped Kyoshi on his chest.

Kyoshi pushed Cecil back, making Cecil stumble into the pool table. Cecil gained his footing and shoved Kyoshi by his shoulders.

They started slapping at each other, their hands smacking in a cat fight as Blair and Oliver grabbed them both around the waist and pulled them apart.

“I didn’t make you drink,” Cecil complained.

“No, but you pressured me,” Kyoshi bit out.

“Did not, fat liar.” Cecil pouted.

“Did, too.”

“Did not.”

“Enough. You two sound like five-year-olds. Want a sippy cup? Promise to add rum.” Jasper laughed. “Now kiss and make up. Mates don’t fight. That’s what we warriors are for.”

“He started it.” Cecil crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his nose in the air.

“Did not.”

“Did, too.”

“I’ll put you both in time-out if you don’t make up.” Jasper warned.

“Fine, sorry for not making you drink.” Cecil put his hands on his hips and glared at Kyoshi.

“That’s not an apology, doofus.”

“Am not.”

“Are, too.”

Jasper rolled his eyes and marched the two to separate corners.

“You can’t make me stand here,” Cecil griped.

“Yes, he can.”

Cecil and Kyoshi whipped around to see Maverick standing in the archway with his arms across his chest.

“Why?” Cecil whined.

“Now.”

“Fine.” Cecil turned and stuck his nose to the wall. Kyoshi did the same, humiliated beyond belief as he heard the other mates snickering. Dammit.

* * * *

Keata climbed down the winding staircase and into the den, looking from Cecil to Kyoshi. Ooh, they were in trouble.

He sat next to Drew and leaned over. “What they do?” he whispered.

Drew whispered back, “They were fighting.”

“Kyoshi Kia, you grounded,” Keata admonished his cousin. “Bad boy,” he added.

Drew giggled when he saw Kyoshi turn a crimson color as he stuck his nose further into the corner.

“What the—?” Storm looked from Keata to Kyoshi, wondering why in the hell his mate was standing in the corner.

“Kyoshi bad boy. He fighting.” Keata beamed up at Storm.

“Come see me when your punishment is over, Kyoshi.” Storm left his mate as he hid his smile.

“Wasn’t my fault,” Kyoshi mumbled.

* * * *

Evan watched the building across the street. He didn’t like what he saw. There were too many men in the past twenty-four hours coming and going. He had a bad feeling he knew what was going on.

Evan looked over his shoulder as six of his pack mates walked through the rented apartment. “I thought Maverick said a couple.”

“I seriously think the dude needs to get out of his office more often.” Gunnar grinned as he shook Evan’s hand.

Murdock, Cody, Tank, and Ludo strolled in behind him. Evan shook his head at all the collective muscle that had come to save three young men. Yeah, his Alpha was losing it.

The warriors watched the building for some time, trying to pinpoint the weakest areas and observe the layout.