Page 28 of Kiss My Sass

His little Raven deserved to be in the light, and he was going to make sure she had the chance to shine. That was his vow, and he swore it aloud in the old language once she was tucked away safely behind the bar with a half-naked Weylin on one side and Cole sporting a cut off wetsuit on the other.

“What in the fuck are you wearing?” he asked the long-haired Dire-Wolf, not even bothering to check Weylin’s sanity.

“Sheila said I had to take part in tonight’s theme, or else she was gonna slash my tires,” Cole grunted.

“Damn, that’s cold,” Thor replied, knowing the she-Wolf meant business if she was threatening to maim a man’s bike.

“You still aren’t in compliance,” Weylin added, butting in as usual.

“Who asked you, Mr. Banana Hammock?” Cole said, wincing at the bright yellow Speedo Weylin was wearing.

“First off, this is not a banana hammock. That term refers to a thong, which, as you can see, I am not wearing. My buttocks are perfectly covered,” Weylin replied, spinning around like a fucking ballerina to show his covered assets.

“Ohmyfuckingods,” Cole growled, but Weylin continued unabashed.

“Second, this is a certified Speedo, name brand, and my lady love bought me this for our trip to Hawaii we are taking next month in honor of our mating. Now, don’t you all be jealous cause you can’t fill this bad boy out like I can,” the redhead added, waggling his eyebrows for effect.

“You wanna hit him, or should I?” Cole asked.

The dour-faced Dire Wolf Shifter had leaned back against the bar nonchalantly. With his arms crossed over his chest but Thor knew he was 100% serious in his question.

“Nah. We can get him later,” Thor told him with a sharp nod.

“Okay. Then we’ll have a couple of beers.”

“Sounds good.”

“Hey, is that nice? Is that fair? You guys wanna bond over beers and beating me up? What kind of Pack are you?” Weylin asked, running after Cole.

Thor just shook his head and walked back to his post near the front door, grateful as fuck Sheila did not bother to threaten or demand he follow any of her nutty rules about themes. His eyes found Nica adding longnecks to one of the coolers behind the bar, and the Demon Wolf inside him rumbled at the sight of her.

Now, she looked good for tonight’s bikini theme in all that curve-hugging denim and the pretty little bikini top she had on. The other females had on similar ones in different colors, and he guessed they all did some shopping after their spa day. Good for them, he mused with a wide grin.

Now, Weylin, on the other hand, looked like a nut job in his lemon yellow Speedo. Come to think of it, so did Cole in his giant wetsuit onesie, even if he cut off the sleeves and the pants at the knees. It would be a cold day in hell before Thor would be caught in either outfit. He was perfectly comfortable in his usual jeans and black t-shirt,fuck you very much.

Chapter13

Derrick had the night off. Lucky Wolf. He and Lucy were back at the Pack House with their triplets, which meant Brock was in charge. The Pack Beta and head chef was in the kitchen, making sure everything was set up perfectly for the tremendous dinner rush they often saw. Gwen was enjoying the night off, along with Phoenix’s mate, Tracey. That left Thor, Nica, Weylin, Cole, Phoenix, and Sheila running the roadhouse.

Once eight o’clock rolled around, people started turning up by the dozens, and there was a pretty healthy line to get in. Thor was working the door, checking IDs, keeping the peace. It was just business as usual. An all-female band of Witches was playing tonight, more of that country rock mix the crowd seemed to like. They were good, but he wasn’t much of a judge.

“Hey there, sexy. Can I rub your head for luck?”.

The question caught Thor off guard. He frowned, but quickly moved out of the way of the bright pink, acrylic tipped nails the strange woman was reaching for him with. She was wearing a sparkly pink bikini over her spray tanned body and a tiny black skirt. It was possible she was a regular, but he did not recall having seen her. Her companions, either.

“Sorry, ma’am. I have a girlfriend—”

“So? What’s that to me, big guy? Besides, she can’t do what I can do,” the woman purred.

“Sorry, letting other women touch me is a hard no. Best keep your hands to yourself. Have a good night, ladies,” he told the forceful woman.

Her eyes flashed gold, and Thor sniffed. She was a Lioness. But no one he knew from the neighboring Blue Valley Pride. The she-Cat and her friends all appeared shocked that he’d said no. But whatever.

He knew their type. They were entitled and spoiled, treated like princesses by the males in their Pride who chased them. Everything about them screamed overdone, and though it was not to his liking, Thor normally didn’t have an opinion on how anyone dressed or spoke. Still didn’t.

In fact, he remained uncaring of the trio of females who sat nearby and kept giving him long glances that he’d successfully ignored up until Nica came over.

“Hey, I’m on break and I thought you might like a glass of iced water,” she said, smiling sweetly at him.

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