Page 43 of No Strings Attached

“And you say I’m bossy and stubborn.” Sam smirked.

“You’re a damn handful.” Morgan moved closer, placing a foot on the bottom step. “Two, even if I quit my job today, I’m financially set for a very long time. I’m spoiling you, whether you like it or not.”

“Let it be known that I protested.” Sam moved down at step, as if he hated any distance between them.

“I have to put a safety measure in place, so if you want to leave the house, I suggest you get your sexy ass upstairs and get dressed.” Morgan pulled out his cell phone as Sam turned around and slowly headed back up.

The guy had no idea how hard Morgan fought not to pick him up and carry him. Sam night be feeling better, but Morgan didn’t want him to push himself. Just because they were bonded now didn’t mean Sam would be instantly healed. Although the recovery process would be faster, it was still going to take time.

He was also getting Sam a cell phone while they were in town.

“It’s your dime,” Kellan Segar said when he answered.

Over sixty years ago, Morgan had found himself in a tight situation he hadn’t been sure he could get out of. He’d been at a strip club in the demon realm, enjoying a drink and the show on stage. One of those strippers flirted with him all night, never telling Morgan he had a boyfriend.

The guy sure as hell hadn’t acted like he’d had one when he’d been all up in Morgan’s face and rubbing all over his body.

The next thing he knew, ten nonhumans surrounded him, ready to do some damage.

Until Kellen walked in, saw the odds, and fought side-by-side with Morgan as they took down six of the ten guys while making their way toward the exit, and not once had Kellen asked who was at fault.

Since that night, Morgan had been banned from the club, but he’d gained a friend who had no qualms about throwing down.

“I need a ride.”

“You have to be more specific,” Kellen said. “Do you need me to take you somewhere, or do you want to borrow one of my cars?”

“Depends. My mate has trouble on his heels, but I want to take him into town to enjoy the day,” Morgan said. “Either you can loan me a car or you can stick with us and watch my back.”

Kellen laughed. “I can’t believe anyone would mate your ugly ass.”

“You’re just as shocked as I am.” Morgan told Kellen about the situation with Daryl.

“And that hyena is still breathing?”

“Not for a lack of trying.” Morgan glanced toward the steps as Sam slowly made his way down again. Fuck if he didn’t look good enough to lick all over in that outfit. Morgan especially loved how the thin shorts showed off the small flare of his cute little ass when he wore them.

“It’ll take me a minute to get to your house,” Kellen replied. “Consider yourself lucky I’m not busy today.”

“What do you do besides collect muscle cars and try to bed as many men as possible?”

Sam arched a brow as he eased onto the stool next to him. Morgan brushed a few strands from his mate’s forehead then kissed his temple.

Sam wasn’t the only one who didn’t like any distance between them.

“I don’t tell you everything I have going on, smartass. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.” Kellen hung up.

Morgan frowned. The guy hadn’t said whether he was loaning a car or sticking around.

“Are your measurements in place?”

“In roughly twenty minutes.” Morgan grabbed two bottles of water from the refrigerator and handed one to his mate. “I was in the garage cleaning up the mess and putting a temporary fix on the access door. I’m going to run upstairs and change my clothes.”

“I know you’re going to say it’s not my fault, but I still feel awful about what Daryl did.”

Morgan cupped Sam’s face and kissed him senseless. “It’s not your fault.”

When he was in his room, Morgan kicked off his pajama pants before yanking his shirt over his head. Once he put on some fresh clothes and washed his face, he went back downstairs.

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