Page 42 of The Mobster's Mate

Okay, yeah, that was probably true. There was a reason people called him a mobster, after all.

“The people you care about, the ones you keep close.” He didn’t dare call them a pack, though the more time he spent around Quinten and those he associated with, the more he could see it. Kai had been wrong, he was pretty sure, but he didn’t bring it up. Not when there was a scorching hot man getting aroused in bed with him.

Quinten hummed and then snagged Caden’s earlobe between his teeth. “Say it again.”

“What?” Caden asked breathlessly, losing the thread of the conversation as his body heated to boiling.

“Say that I make you feel safe again.”

Caden was nodding before he even finished asking, reaching back with one of his hands to thread his fingers into that salt-and-pepper hair that drove him crazy in the best possible way.

“You do. Quinten, you do. When I’m next to you… I know it doesn’t make sense, but I know you’ll protect me.” He moaned raggedly as Quinten tugged sharply on his ear. “Goddess. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this safe in my life.”

Quinten groaned and rolled into him, pressing his front into the soft mattress beneath them and plastering himself to Caden’s back. Without thought, Caden spread his legs, making room for Quinten between them.

“A lot of people would call you misguided for feeling that way,” Quinten said conversationally, but his voice wasn’t as steady as it had been before.

“A lot of people can fuck off and leave us alone.”

Quinten laughed. “Agreed.”

Caden opened his mouth, on the verge of confessing what Gabriel had said to him before he’d left Rick’s house, but thank the goddess, Quinten stopped him by rolling his hips and rubbing himself at the cleft of Caden’s ass.

“Is this—”

“Yes. Goddess yes. More, please,” Caden begged, doing his best to arch his low back to make Quinten’s movements easier, but he was heavy for a human, holding him firmly in place.

Why did he love that so much?

“So eager, kitten.”

Another thing he loved that other people would probably think he shouldn’t.

Screw them.

When Quinten called him kitten, he felt special and cared for. He didn’t care what anyone else thought about it.

He nodded, face half-smooshed in his pillow. He grabbed it and tossed it away to breathe easier, then relaxed back down, letting his body go pliant beneath Quinten’s broader one.

The tickle of chest hair against his back made him shiver and squirm.

“I love how soft your skin is,” Quinten mumbled before swiping his tongue up Caden’s spine.

“Oh shit.” He wiggled a little more, desperate for some friction on his dick.

To his utter disappointment, the amazing heat of Quinten’s body disappeared. He whimpered and craned his head around, nearly swallowing his tongue at what he saw. Quinten was kneeling between Caden’s knees, fist wrapped around his cock tightly, stroking himself.

“I thought…” He couldn’t even finish his thought, so transfixed by the thick, veiny length in Quinten’s hand. It was long, too, and cut, with just a little wetness at the slit. Goddess…

“Answer me something first, kitten.”

“Hmm?” Would Quinten’s come taste like orange blossoms too? He licked his lips, imagining taking the whole thing in his mouth.

“Caden?”

He dragged his eyes up, lingering on that sexy chest hair and the tattoos inked into his skin. Fuck, he was so gorgeous. “Yeah?”

“Have you ever had sex before?” Quinten asked, holding his eyes.

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