Hunter(Zeus's Pack 5)(21)

“Maybe Quinn will be home after all.” Hunter let out a low, closed-lip growl and pushed away from the pole, pulling Tristan toward his truck.

Goody, goody, gumdrops. Tristan may be hesitant, afraid to give his mates his full trust, but sex was sex and he was more than ready for it. His brain couldn’t function when the cock monster in his pants was doing all the thinking. He wanted to do that dance football players did when they made a touchdown. Instead, he followed obediently, willingly, and in a state of utmost arousal.

“I can smell your arousal, and I’m about to drown in it.” Hunter squeezed Tristan’s hand lightly. “Let me call Quinn.” Hunter stopped dead in his tracks and spun around, staring down at Tristan. His brows were pulled tight together as he studied Tristan’s face for a moment.

Did he have some mayo left on his face? Tristan wiped at his mouth, but there was nothing on his hand when he pulled it back.

“Unless you’d rather it be one-on-one. Whatever you want, rainbow.”

“Two.” Tristan could feel his face on fire. How the hell was he going to have sex with both his mates when he couldn’t even be adult enough to talk about it?

“Two it is.” Hunter extracted his cell phone from his pocket as they reached the truck.

Tristan leaned against the tailgate for a moment. He needed to calm down. He was about to come in his pants at the thought of being with both of them. If the other night was any indication…breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Not so fast, you’ll hyperventilate, you dummy.

Tristan stared across the street as Hunter spoke into his phone. Maybe if he concentrated on the people walking by, he could get his runaway libido under control until they made it home.

He blinked, and then blinked again when he spotted a familiar face across the street, and it was getting into a familiar car.

It couldn’t be.

Tristan rubbed his face, ground the palms of his hands into his eyes, and then looked up again. The car was gone.

Maybe all the blood pooling in his cock left his brain oxygen deprived. There was no way he just saw Xavier.

“Ready? Quinn said he’s on his way.”

“Yeah.” Tristan stood and walked around the side of the truck, sliding in. He glanced back once more, seeing an empty parking spot where he could have sworn the blue Tahoe was just occupying.

It had to be lack of blood in his brain. God, he prayed it was lack of blood to his brain.

“You look a little shaken up. Are you okay? We don’t have to do this. We can take our time, rainbow.” Hunter tucked a stray hair behind Tristan’s ear and stared at him. The man was so drool-worthy it wasn’t even funny. All that dark hair cascading to his shoulder, with a naturally windblown look to it all the time, Tristan wanted to grab handfuls of it and yank as he came down Hunter’s throat.

The arousal scent hit its peak in the truck, and there was no way for Tristan to hide it. He didn’t want to either.

“We’re good.”



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Quinn danced around Dino, trying to stop him from walking. “I got to go. Uh, there’s an emergency at home.”

Dino scratched his chin, giving Quinn that knowing look. “Does this emergency involve two cocks?”

“Maybe.” As much as he wanted to lie, he and Dino went too far back for him to try such a thing. It wouldn’t even feel right.

Dino licked his bottom lip, sighed, and then threw his hands up. “How can I say no when I’m leaving early for the same reason? But you better not tell anyone I let you go for that. Capiche?”

“Loud and clear,” Quinn shouted over his shoulder as he ran for his vehicle. Time was a wasting here. He tore out of the makeshift drive, heading straight for the house. His cock was so full and angry, and it was digging into his zipper. He was finally going to have Tristan in his arms. Quinn’s foot pressed the gas pedal a little harder at that thought.

The tires screeched to a halt in the driveway as Quinn slammed it into park. He jumped out and ran to the house, trying his best to rid his body of clothes on his way in.

Quinn stopped so fast in the entranceway that he slid on the rug and slammed into the wall. Hunter had Tristan against the wall, Tristan’s legs wrapped around Hunter’s waist, and they were making out. What a gloriously erotic sight it was, too.

“I’m just in time.” He unlaced his boots once he managed to peel his face from the drywall. “Give me a sec to get a shower.”

“Take your time.” Hunter said once his lips disengaged from Tristan’s.

“Not on your fucking life.” Quinn shot to the bathroom and took the quickest shower in his entire life. He stepped out of the shower soaking wet, ignoring the big fluffy towel on the sink and walked straight out of the bathroom.