Page 46 of Untamed Instincts

Thank god. “What’s the emergency, Mom?”

“My cock needs mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.”

Noah’s brows shot up. He glanced at Harris who was staring out the window. “You know, uh, you know I’m not so good at that.”

“Then you and I have very different memories,” Quinton replied. “Because, as I recall, both times you had me shooting off within minutes, and the second time was right in your mouth, gorgeous.”

“I’m having breakfast with Harris. You should find someone else.”

“To suck my cock?”

“No! Jesus fucking Christ,” Noah grumbled. “I’m on my way.” He hung up then shook his head.

“I heard.” Harris curled his lip. “Guess your life is too busy for me.”

It really hurt Noah to hear those words coming from Harris’s mouth. He had to stop himself from cursing at Toro. “You know my mom.”

Harris shrugged.

“We’ll try again soon.” Noah stood, ready to haul ass out of there, but hated to leave his best friend knowing his mind was being fucked with.

Harris glanced up at him, the side of his mouth curled upward. “See you soon, Noah.”

The pleasantry made icicles slide down his spine. “Okay.”

Turning, Noah hurried from the diner. Thankfully, he hadn’t parked in front of the windows. He walked a block down, and as soon as he passed the end of the building, Quinton was there, pulling Noah into his arms.

Chapter Eleven

“Can’t we take him to Kalen’s?” Ryker asked.

The Everharts and Noah stood in their kitchen at home. And that was how Noah saw it now. This was his home.

He just wished he hadn’t paid his rent and bills six months in advance for a place he refused to ever step foot in again.

There might have been good memories there—of hanging out with Harris and of Quinton and his sons—but he couldn’t live where a dead body had been on his floor.

“They have kids now,” Hyett reminded him. “We’re not bringing trouble to their house.”

“I keep forgetting,” Ryker admitted. “They’re just the first people I think about when trouble rears its ugly head.”

Noah sat at the table pushing his food around his plate, too worried about Harris and what Toro planned to have an appetite.

Quinton lounged, resting his arm on the back of Noah’s chair. “We do what we always do, boys. Defend our home and lives.”

Noah glanced at Wesley. So far, he hadn’t had a chance to get to know the guy and felt guilty for getting him involved.

“I’m sorry I pulled you guys into this.” Noah stabbed the tines of his fork against his plate, accidentally scraping it.

“Ow.” Killian scowled. “Sensitive ears, remember?”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Quinton said. “We all make mistakes. It’s no reason for a psychopath vampire to come after you.”

The pads of Quinton’s fingers grazed lazily over the back of Noah’s neck, causing him to shiver. The guy did it again. Glancing up at Quinton, Noah saw him smiling, adoration in his steel-gray eyes.

It was the sweetest, most beautiful look ever aimed toward him. There was nothing sexual about it. It was just pure affection.

“We’ve been in deeper trouble than this, Noah,” Hyett replied. “And we’ve dealt with Toro in the past.”

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