Bro and the Beast (The Wolf's Mate, #1)

by L.C. Davis

I've lived on this planet for twenty-two fucking years and I've never seen someone's eyes twinkle. Something is very, very wrong with this place.

"Brad Miller," he answers, hiccuping as he takes another swig of beer. My God, he is so enchanting.

"Catalina?" My nose wrinkles. That's not a very growlable name at all. Not like Brad. "Isn’t that a salad dressing?"

He slams the empty glass down on the table and says, "I'll drink you under the table anytime, anywhere, you fleabitten mofo." All I can do is gaze at him, a strange warmth stirring in my chest. "You are a charming creature, Brad."

"Bro. Are you saying I'm so hot I turned you gay?"

but when in Rome... It's Rome that was hella gay, right?

Fucking hell, maybe I am a little bit gay. Like... one percent. Maybe one and a half. He spreads my cheeks and his tongue slides up my crack and it immediately skyrockets to five percent.