Porpoiseful Intent [Placida Pod 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Tymber Dalton

surprise him sometimes, taking charge and melting every last ounce of reserve in his body.
    Searing pleasure assaulted him, from the feel of Sean’s cock hitting his gland to the way Sean’s fingers dug into his hips. It was when Sean started a punishing hard rhythm, accompanied by slapping Emery’s ass as he fucked him, that Emery felt his climax break through. Not as powerful as the first two, and barely enough cum to fill his palm, he let out a relieved cry as his balls emptied.
    “Yes!” Sean sank deep inside him one last time, his cock hard and throbbing as he filled the condom inside him. He collapsed on top of Emery, a silky sheen of sweat now covering both of them. Panting, he traced his lips across the nape of Emery’s neck. “Damn that’s good, babe,” Sean whispered.
    Beyond speech, Emery nodded.
    Sean chuckled. “Did I wear you out?”
    “Yes.”
    Sean carefully withdrew and left the bed. Emery heard him in the bathroom. The toilet flushed, then water ran in the sink. A moment later, Sean returned with a warm, damp washcloth. Before Sean could wipe his ass with it, Emery held up his hand.
    “Please?”
    Sean laughed and wiped his palm clean before focusing on his ass. Emery heard him launch the used washcloth into the bathroom, where it hit the tile floor with a wet plop . Then Sean patted him dry with a towel and crawled into bed with him.
    Slowly, Emery managed to get himself turned around in bed and snuggled against Sean. “Thanks, babe. I needed that.”
    Sean kissed his forehead. “I figured. So did I.”
    Emery crashed into sleep.
     
    * * * *
     
    The ringing of their house phone awoke Sean a little before three in the morning. He was going to ignore it, but whoever was calling hung up and immediately called back before their automatic voice mail could pick up.
    “Fuck.”
    He stumbled out of bed and out to the living room where grabbed the receiver without bothering to look at the caller ID. “Who the fuck is this? Do you know what time it is?”
    “Sean?”
    Sean mentally swore. Joseph Nadel. “Sorry,” he said, now wide awake. “What’s wrong?”
    “I need you to wake Emery. We’ve got another shifter missing.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Joseph, Louise, and five other shifters were standing in Sean and Emery’s living room an hour later. Sean had awakened Emery and started a pot of coffee, extra strong.
    One of the shifters was a woman with bloodshot eyes who looked like she’d been crying. Alexis Chancey was a petite redhead with green eyes. Her creamy cheeks looked red and blotchy, her eyes puffy.
    “George said he was swimming in from Gasparilla Island,” she said. “He parked near the causeway. Carl and Denby saw him swim in, but no one saw him swim out. And his clothes and car are still there.”
    Joseph looked grim. “When was the last time you saw him, Alexis?”
    “Like I told you on the phone, when he left last night to meet up with all of you. Didn’t you see anything?”
    Joseph frowned. “Last night?”
    “Not yesterday. The day before, I mean.” She rubbed a hand over her forehead. “I haven’t been to sleep in over a day. He’s been gone over twenty-four hours.”
    Sean glanced at Emery, who looked as grim as his father. Louise was trying to comfort the distraught woman.
    Emery shook his head. “I can’t honestly say when was the last time I saw him. I remember seeing him in the morning. But after we called off the search and before we went to pick up Wyatt, I don’t remember seeing him in the group.
    Joseph looked grim. “Can you get Wyatt back down here?”
    “I can try, but he’s probably asleep.”
    “Do your best. See if there are any other gator shifters in the area he can call in to help.” Joseph looked at Louise. “Let’s get the phone tree going again. I want everyone who can to be in the water at safe light, or sooner.”
     
    * * * *
     
    As far as the situation went, it was an all-hands-on-deck shout-out to the surrounding pods for