“Tristan wants you to dance with us.” Quinn couldn’t quite understand why he was allowing another man into his territory. Tristan was his. There was no way he’d ever let the man go.
But there was something about Hunter that drew Quinn in. Tristan had the same effect on him. It was the same, but different. If his jellybean wanted Hunter here, Quinn would do as he asked. Anything Tristan wanted, Quinn would give him with no qualm.
He couldn’t understand where that feeling was coming from. That wasn’t like him.
Hunter’s jaw dropped to his chest. “Really? I thought…”
“There’s no trouble, yet.” He looked back at Tristan. His man was squirming on his leg, his eyes darting around, not looking at either of them. His pants were tented, and there was a large wet spot on the front. Quinn wanted to pick his jellybean up and mouth that tent.
Hunter stood at the door, looking lost. Quinn danced backwards, grabbing Hunter and pulling him into Quinn’s back. “I’ve never danced with two people, but it shouldn’t be too hard.” Quinn rubbed the back of his head into Hunter’s chest.
Hunter’s hands landed on Quinn’s hips, still not moving.
“Just go with it.” Quinn danced forward, rocking his hips, grinding his ass into Hunter’s erection. He didn’t care how much of a slut he looked like. Hunter had made his intentions very clear earlier, and Quinn was getting some of that hard cock he had felt when Hunter had bent him over the drawing table.
A fast-paced song came on, and Tristan hopped out of Quinn’s arms, his lips souring as he danced around, his body jerking around as his legs kicked out.
Hunter laughed, twisting his hips back and forth, letting Quinn go as he danced around Tristan. Wow, what were the odds Quinn and Tristan would find someone who loved to dance and have a good time like him and Tristan did? This was fucking awesome and perfect.
“Watch, watch.” Tristan started swinging his arms up and down, his legs lifting side to side.
“Watch,” Hunter said as he did some kind of Egyptian thing with his hands. Quinn laughed, standing in place and clapping his hands to the beat.
“Watch.” Quinn got in on the fun. He pressed his fingers to his chest, making like paddles as he shocked his chest, his body bouncing as if being defibrillated. He repeated over and over as Tristan jogged in place with his arms swinging around wildly. Hunter snapping his hips back and forth, running his hands up and down his body. The three must look the sight. Quinn didn’t care. He was having a blast.
Hunter swung up behind Tristan, grabbing his hips and dancing with him. Quinn jumped in front of Tristan, his hands in the air as he left a mere inch between his body and Tristan’s.
Hunter’s hands left Tristan’s hips, his fingers splayed as they wandered up Tristan’s sides. Quinn’s eyes ate the scene up greedily. Tristan looked like a living and breathing god standing there between them. His jellybean’s head was tilted to the side, his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted.
Quinn placed his hands on Tristan’s chest, tweaking his nipples as Hunter’s hands came back down and then came around to the front of Tristan’s waist, his hands dipping into Tristan’s waistband.
“Wait.” Tristan panted, pulling from between the two. “Wait,” he repeated in a panic-filled voice. He looked from Quinn to Hunter. “I need time. I’m sorry if I led you on, that wasn’t my intention…I don’t think—” Tristan spun and ran down the hall.
“What just happened?” Hunter asked with puzzlement on his face.
“Just what he said. He needs time.”
* * * *
Hunter stared down the hallway. He never meant to put his rainbow into a state of panic. He must have moved too fast. Hunter cursed mentally.
“Do you mind if I stay? I’ll sleep on the couch.” That wasn’t where he wanted to sleep, but he would take what he could get right now. Hunter also wanted to keep an eye on Tristan. Make sure he was all right.
Quinn dropped onto the couch, letting out a deep exhale. “I don’t mind. I just need to figure out how to get Tristan to trust me, us. He told me what happened.”
Hunter listened as Quinn retold Tristan’s story. If he ever ran into this Xavier, he prayed he was behind the wheel. Never in his life had he ever thought of treating another the way Xavier had treated Tristan.
“Did he say where we could find Xavier?”
“I wish.” Quinn threw his arms over the back of the couch, looking defeated. “I would be there right now insuring that Tristan never laid eyes on the guy again.”
Hunter sat down next to Quinn, feeling the same way. Tristan seemed like a very sweet guy. His need to protect his mate made his wolf want to shred this Xavier guy to pieces.