Page 5 of Untamed Instincts

Noah stared at him like Quinton had just spoken a foreign language. His chestnut-brown eyebrows were squished together, and his cute nose was wrinkled.

Then the guy burst out laughing. Now Quinton was the perplexed one. “Unless I completely misunderstood the conversation.”

“You did.” Noah wiped at his eyes. “They’re trying to get me laid, not do it themselves.” His hands dropped as he stared wide-eyed at Quinton. “Why do I keep telling you things I don’t mean to?”

“Why are they trying to get you laid?” Was his mate going through a dry spell? Was it some kind of dare to have sex with someone Noah found repulsive? No matter the reason, Quinton would gladly fuck his mate in any position, on any surface, at any location the man desired.

“Dad!”

Oh my fucking god! Ryker really was trying to die. “What!” Quinton bellowed without looking away from his mate, whose face had gone up in flames. It didn’t take a genius to figure out Noah was embarrassed for revealing the subject of the conversation he’d had with his best friend.

That blush was turning Quinton on even more.

Ryker strode over, and Quinton forced himself not to bare his canines. Noah glanced up at Ryker then quickly spun in his seat, giving them his back.

“Are you going to finish our game?” Ryker held the pool stick over his shoulders, his hands dangling on either end. “Why is it taking you years to grab a drink?”

Quinton jerked his hands toward Noah’s back with a stern expression. Swear to god, it took Ryker a full minute before realization dawned in his eyes.

His son winked while smirking. Quinton gave him a death glare.

Finally, Ryker walked away.

Sweet fucking Jesus. Quinton thought he would have to resort to hand signals or air drawing the reason Ryker needed to piss off.

Turning his attention back to his mate, Quinton gently touched Noah’s shoulder. “We good, cub?”

Noah spun on his stool to face him. “I should get going. It was nice meeting you, Quinton.”

“Noah.” He stood and followed, his massive size parting the crowd. His mate didn’t stop until they’d spilled outside. “Can we just talk for a moment? Who says we can’t be friends?”

If they had to start out that way, Quinton would take it. A preternatural searched their entire life for their mate, and now that he’d found his, Quinton would bend over backwards for him.

“Friends?” Noah’s expression said he hadn’t thought of that possibility.

Neither had Quinton until it just popped into his head, but the idea had merit. Being friends would allow Noah to get to know Quinton and his sons without any pressure.

Noah even considering the idea meant he felt the pull, an unseen force that drew them together and made Noah want to be near Quinton.

“Yes.” Quinton smiled. “Friends. Would you like to have breakfast with me?”

Normally, he met up with Kalen a few times a week at Deep Dish. They used to have breakfast then ride their motorcycles afterward, simply enjoying the peace and quiet of the early morning.

Then Kalen met his mate, a server at the diner. Now when they met up, it was so Kalen could eat breakfast and ogle the human.

It was sweetly disgusting how the massive guy turned into a puddle of goo around his mate.

Now Quinton had a mate to twist his head inside out, and he was ecstatic.

If Noah agreed to meet him at the ass-crack of dawn.

“What time?” Noah kept stealing glances at him, but each time he quickly looked away.

Quinton stopped himself from pumping his arm. “How does six sound to you?”

Noah glanced at his phone then frowned. “You want to meet in a few hours?”

“Or we could head there now.” He shrugged. “I could use a bite to eat. How about you?”

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