Placida Pod 2
Porpoiseful Intent
Sean Morita and Emery Nadel are enjoying settling in together as mates, but there is deadly trouble brewing on the horizon as plans for the Samhain superpod get underway. Sean’s parents have no idea that Emery and his family are dolphin shifters, and everyone wants to keep it that way.
But what do you get when you mix a hurricane, a houseful of dolphin shifters, a pair of oblivious human parents, a vengeful ex-lover, and an alligator shifter with a warped sense of humor?
Sean and Emery are about to find out. Erik isn’t finished with Emery yet, and innocent shifters will pay the price when vengeance returns with Porpoiseful Intent.
Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length: 38,305 words
PORPOISEFUL INTENT
Placida Pod 2
Tymber Dalton
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The events in this book take place immediately following the events of Accidentally On Porpoise (Placida Pod 1).
PORPOISEFUL INTENT
Placida Pod 2
TYMBER DALTON
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Between working and getting his brains boinked out by his new mate, Sean Morita was too busy to notice when, just off the west coast of Africa, a tropical wave formed. Without Saharan dust in the atmosphere to hinder it, it began a meandering, westward journey. Sean remained peacefully oblivious as it crossed the wide swath of slightly cooler waters of the Atlantic Ocean until it settled in the southern Caribbean Sea, off the coast of Nicaragua. There, it found the waters to be warm and welcoming. With negligible upper level winds to shear it, it had a cozy little incubator to begin its life as Invest 97L. From there, it was soon labeled Tropical Depression Number 12 by the National Hurricane Center.
Just a day later, it was upgraded to Tropical Storm Franklin.
Where it would end up was anyone’s best guess. The forecast models splayed all over the map, literally, from one run to the next. Until it started moving, everyone needed to pay attention to it.
Sean still wasn’t paying much attention to it, however, early on a beautiful, clear Tuesday morning in the small Gulf coastal community of Englewood, Florida. He impatiently stood in front of his TV, waiting for the Weather Channel to finish their tropical update and get to the local radar and weather. Sean only cared about the local boating forecast.
His mate, Emery Nadel, stuck his head out of their bedroom. “Did they say the NHC upgraded it to a tropical storm?”
“Shh! I can’t hear the marine forecast.”
Emery walked out into the living room, dressed only in shorts. It was ten ’til seven in the morning, and they were headed out on the water shortly. “No, seriously, Sean.”
Sean held up a staying hand, listened to the forecast, then turned to answer him. “Yeah. Why?”
“Crap.”
Sean frowned. “I don’t see what the big deal is. You know those things can go anywhere.”
“Sean, babe, think about it. What do I do for a living?”
Emery’s words finally sank in. “Oh.” Emery ran an insurance agency.
“Yeah, oh is right.” Emery stared at the TV. “I’m going to have a flood of people wanting to come in and add or change coverage. I’ll have to tell them no, sorry, I can’t, because the companies put a moratorium on that when there’s a declared storm. Then they scream and bitch at me.”
Sean fought the urge to pout. He wasn’t normally a pouter. He considered it beneath him, but dammit, he’d been looking forward to getting out on the open water with Emery. “Does that mean no boating today?”
“No, it’s still a ways off. They can get by without me today.” He pulled Sean to him and hugged him. “Besides, if it heads our way, it might be the last day off I get for a while.” He waggled his eyebrows at Sean. “And I have plans for that sweet ass of yours.”
* * * *
Sean kept his 230 Boston Whaler Dauntless in dry storage at a marina in Englewood. Monday afternoon, Sean had called ahead to have it waiting at the dock for them on Tuesday morning. Emery and Sean had only been together six weeks, but to Sean it already felt like forever, in a good way.
Sean barely remembered what life was like before Emery swam into it. Despite Sean meeting Emery by running over him with his boat while Emery and two of his fellow dolphin shifters were playing in Lemon Bay, and also despite one of those dolphin shifters being a jealous fuck and nearly killing Sean, their future together looked bright.
Sean stood at the wheel and guided the boat out of the marina and down the channel to the Intracoastal. The 250-horsepower Yamaha
outboard engine sounded good, running smoothly and pushing the boat through the glassy water.
While they had brought tackle and bait with them this morning, Sean suspected they would do far more fooling around in the water and on the boat than they did fishing. Yeah it was kinky doing it out in the water, but it wasn’t like anyone could see them.
A pleasant shiver ran through him at the thought, making his cock stiffen in his swim trunks. Emery’s cock was nothing to sneeze at, larger than any man he’d ever been with. He didn’t know if it was because Emery was a dolphin shifter, but Sean wasn’t complaining.
Behind the console, Emery stood next to him, just a couple of inches taller than Sean’s own six three.
“I hope I don’t have to miss the hunt this weekend,” Emery said. “I’ve missed the last couple of hunts.”
“How are hunts different from the full moon swims again?” What Sean still didn’t know about dolphin shifters and their protocols and history would fill a few dozen sets of encyclopedias. All he needed to know was that he loved Emery. It didn’t hurt that both sets of parents had come to accept the men were a committed, devoted long-term couple.
Although Sean’s parents, of course, didn’t know about the special abilities of Emery and his family.
“Full moon swims are strictly for fun and play,” Emery explained. “Especially if any of the human mates come along, or if there are inexperienced younglings with the group. Or to welcome new members into the pod. We stick to the shallows and stay out of open water. The hunts are just that, and can happen at any time, although less frequently than the full moon swims. We go out in open water, find schools of fish, and we hunt. People try to come in for those.”
“Why?”
Emery shrugged, a motion that set Sean’s heart racing and his cock throbbing. “It’s more fun to hunt with a pod, for one thing. Safety in numbers. It’s a bonding experience. Teamwork. And the single younglings are sometimes hoping to impress each other if they’re old enough to start looking for a mate.”
A sudden spike of jealousy swirled through Sean’s gut. “What kind of bonding?” He didn’t like feeling jealous. Like pouting, he considered it beneath him. And he certainly trusted Emery. Emery had never given him a reason not to trust him. Sean didn’t understand how that ugly green monster had snuck in.
Emery leaned in and nipped Sean’s neck. “Not sexual. Not for me, at least. Not anymore. Sometimes the younglings might fool around a little during breaks in the hunt.” He arched an eyebrow at Sean. “Those of us with mates, however, don’t screw around. Well, unless it’s our mate we’re screwing around with.” He hooked an arm around Sean’s waist and nibbled on the side of his neck again. “Don’t worry. I only have eyes for you, mister.”
The jealousy he’d felt fled as quickly as it had arrived. Sean wanted to shut down the engine and jump Emery’s bones right there in the middle of Lemon Bay. Unfortunately, with shore less than fifty yards away, they might have witnesses. His cock tented his swim trunks even more. “Good. You can show me when we anchor up.”
Less than an hour later they were out in the open waters of the Gulf of Mexico. Sean was glad to see his favorite near-shore fishing spot, an artificial reef, lay unoccupied. They threw the anchor. Emery shucked his trunks and dove into the water, smoothly gliding below the surface.
Dolphin Emery reappeared a moment later. “Come on in,” he silently said to Sean with their mental connection. “The water’s fine.” He took off around the boat again, launching himself completely out of the water before disappearing beneath the surface.
Sean laughed as he watched Emery playing in the water for a few minutes. Emery would rocket straight out of the water before diving under again. Sean dropped his swim trunks to the deck and did a cannonball into the water. When he broke the surface, Emery had shifted back to human form.
“Lube?” Emery asked with an amused smile.
“Argh.” Sean swam back to the boat to lube himself up.
Emery treaded water near the engine. “I know you’re eager to get laid, babe, but damn.”
Sean stuck his tongue out at him as he worked lube into his ass. Emery wore a delicious, playful smile. “Are you complaining that I’m eager to have you fuck me?”
Emery shook his head. “That’s not what I said. I think it’s cute.”
Sean finished and jumped into the water again. While they frequently screwed around in their pool—and even more frequently in their bed—they didn’t often have a chance to do it in open water. Sean loved the feeling of the warm Gulf waters swirling around them and being naked under the sun. Not to mention it meant Emery had a chance to freely swim and move his shifted dolphin body in ways the limited size of their pool couldn’t allow.
Emery embraced him as Sean wrapped his arms and legs around him. Sean wasn’t the only one hard. The head of Emery’s stiff cock bumped between his ass cheeks.
“You gonna poke me or play around all afternoon?” Sean joked.
Emery slid his cock home, hard and deep, bottoming out, making Sean moan and his cock jump. He’d never measured Emery’s cock but it had to be at least twelve inches, and thick. It never failed to roll Sean’s eyes back in his head.
“How’s that?” Emery asked.
Sean laid his head against Emery’s shoulder. “Oh, fuck yeah, baby. Just like that.”
Sean closed his eyes and moaned again, loudly, as Emery grabbed Sean’s hips and started fucking him. Like this, Emery’s cock pressed right against Sean’s gland, every movement threatening to send Sean over the edge.
On his back, Emery slowly swam lazy circles around the anchored boat, fucking Sean and cradling him against his body. Sean frantically tried to get enough traction against his own cock rubbing between their bodies. “Dammit, that feels sooo good,” he moaned.
“It’s supposed to feel good, babe,” Emery replied. “Otherwise, we’re not doing it right.”
“You’re doing it more than just right.” After several minutes of their sexy aquatic fucking, Sean grew frantic. “Jeez, I want to come!”
“Bounce up and down on me. Work that sweet ass of yours on my cock.”
Sean held on and did just that. Soon, he and Emery had a rhythm going that hit Sean’s gland with every stroke and gave his cock some desperately needed friction. After a few minutes, he threw his head back as his cock exploded between them. “Yes!”
Emery thrust a few more times before Sean felt his cock swell and throb inside him, flooding him with his hot juices. Sean collapsed against Emery’s body, shivering as the last echoes of his climax rumbled through him.
Emery floated on his back, his cock still embedded inside his lover. “Better, baby?”
“Uh-huh.” Sean let out a happy sigh. “You always make it better.”
* * * *
It was late afternoon before they returned home after a day of very little fishing and a whole lot of fucking. They were walking in the door when Emery’s cell phone rang.
He glanced at it. “Crap.”
“What?”
“It’s my father.” He answered. “Hi, Dad.”
Sean went to start the shower. Fortunately, his relationship with Emery’s father had improved greatly from the first time they met.
Emery joined him in the shower a few minutes later. “Well, that was an interesting conversation.”
“Do I want to know?”
“It’s not bad. There’s going to be a superpod here for sowun.”
Sean turned and looked at him. “A what for what?”
Emery’s delicious smirk threatened to stir Sean’s cock again. “Samhain. S-A-M-H-A-I-N. You know, Halloween.”
“That’s not how you said it.”
“That’s the way it’s spelled.”
“Is this one of those dolphin things?”
“Well, yes and no. The superpod is, but Samhain comes every year. It’s when the veil is thinnest.”
“The veil? Wait, never mind.” Sean wasn’t sure how much do
lphin-alia he wanted to try to absorb that afternoon. “What’s a superpod?”
“It’s a gathering. Hundreds, if not thousands, of dolphin shifters getting together. They’ll come from all over, both our pod and others. Apparently it’s happening here this year. Dad wants me to help him with the logistics.”
“Is this like the hunt?”
“Well, yes and no. It’s more about the pods getting together like a family reunion. Younglings looking for mates can meet a broader pool of fellow shifters. Some hunting, sure.”
Sean rinsed the shampoo from his hair. “So I’m guessing for this superpod thing you don’t just take over a hotel and fill the pool?”
Emery let out an amused snort. “Not quite. We do have to scout around all the local hotels so I can put it up on the website. Also, we post a list of contacts for people willing to lend a spare bedroom.”
“Whoa. Website? What the hell do you put on a website? ‘Hey, dolphin dudes and dudettes, here’s the 411’?”
“No. It’s listed as the Nadel family reunion. Putting up a website makes it easier for more to attend, getting the word out like that.”
“Oh.” Sean finished rinsing. “Isn’t that a little risky?”
“Not really. No one is interested in becoming a government science project. It’s in everyone’s best interests to keep their yaps shut.” He squirted shampoo into his palm and lathered his scalp. “It also means we’re going up to my parents’ house for dinner tonight.”