Page 44 of No Strings Attached

Fifteen minutes later, Kellen’s Camaro Z/28 rolled smoothly into Morgan’s driveway. The sleek, powerful vehicle practically purred as it came to a stop, the low rumble of its engine filling the air.

Morgan couldn’t resist running a hand over the hood of the car, marveling at its shining curves and glossy cherry-red finish.

Kellen got out, his dark sunglasses glinting in the sunlight.

“Tell me you’re letting me borrow this.” The rich, earthy scent of leather wafted toward Morgan through the open window, enveloping his senses and causing him to take a deep, satisfying breath.

“You wish.” Kellen closed the driver’s door, as if he thought Morgan would jump behind the wheel. “Nobody drives Lucille except me.”

“Are we riding in this?” Sam’s eyes nearly bulged from their sockets when he came outside. “Please tell me we’re riding in this.”

“Kellen, this is Sam, my mate,” Morgan said.

Kellen slid his sunglasses to the top of his head and winked at Sam, gaining a growl from Morgan. “Hop in and I’ll show you just how softly she purrs.”

Sam scowled. “You might have a dream car and lots of muscles and tattoos, but don’t think for a second you can hold a candle to Morgan, so please keep your innuendos to yourself.”

Morgan smiled so widely his cheeks ached.

Kellen laughed, nodding. “You’ve just gained a friend for life, human.”

Sam glanced nervously at Morgan.

“He’s a wolf shifter, Sam. It’s also rare for him to offer his friendship.”

“I don’t offer it to anyone,” Kellen clarified. “You just caught me on a good night when we met.” He turned toward Sam and continued, “But seriously, if you ever need anything, whether it’s someone to have your back or even just a ride somewhere, don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll make sure to give you my number.”

“Thanks,” Sam replied.

“Let’s find some shit to get into.” Kellen slid his sunglasses into place before he opened the driver’s door.

Morgan went around the hood and opened the door for Sam, who eased into the back seat. Once he was settled, Morgan dropped into the passenger seat.

“I want to do some clothes shopping for Sam,” he said to Kellen. “It may not be your idea of fun, but it’s essential for him.”

Kellen shrugged. “It doesn’t bother me. I’ll hang outside the store and try to find the next guy to warm my bed.”

“Have at it. There are plenty of single men in town to flirt with.”

“You know damn well I’d never make a move on anyone’s mate,” Kellen replied. “I’m just a natural flirt.”

“Flirt your ass to town,” Morgan replied.

Kellen backed out of the driveway and sped off down the road. Morgan quickly checked the side mirror, making sure that Sam wasn’t getting anxious about their speed.

His mate’s head was tilted upward, his eyes closed, and a look of utter bliss on his beautiful face.

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Sam was overwhelmed at how much stuff Morgan had bought him. He had enough outfits, including underwear and socks, to get him through the summer.

But Morgan’s spending hadn’t stopped there. He’d purchased the toiletries Sam had desperately needed and the latest smartphone. Kellen’s trunk had gone from empty to packed with bags.

Sam and Morgan were now seated at a picnic table at the ice cream place, eating their cold desserts. Meanwhile, Kellen was busy flirting with a twink over by another table. The stranger had platinum-blond hair with pink highlights that looked cute on him. He wore a deep blush and was grinning like crazy as Kellen spit game.

For the past decade, Sam had struggled to survive. Whether he was homeless or in his own apartment, loneliness was a constant presence. Seeing others on the street laughing and spending time with friends or loved ones only drove home the fact that he had no one.

So when Kellen extended an offer of friendship, it caught him off guard.

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