“Quinn, if it’s not a bother, can you take him? I’ll make sure a few soldiers escort you for safety reasons.”
Tristan ran to the office door with explosive energy. “I’ll go get my sketch pad and pencils.” He raced from the room.
“Thanks.”
“I’m not only doing this to make Tristan feel like he’s part of the pack. He has real talent. Those renderings were better than the damn guy I hired to draw up the plans for me. Goes to show you, always ask pack first.” He shook his head. “Now if I could only find a decorator.”
Quinn couldn’t help but smirk at the Alpha. “A decorator?”
Zeus sighed and stood. “Yeah, Jasper is insisting on one. He claims we Grey wolves are colorblind and wouldn’t know a Tiffany lamp from a lava lamp, whatever a fucking Tiffany lamp is. He better not have me sleeping in a foo-foo room or I’m going to…sleep in it.” Zeus chuckled.
“Tristan and Hunter have me wrapped around their fingers, too. Just don’t tell them.”
Zeus held his hands up in front of him. “Never, but you can’t tell Jasper or Toby either.”
“My lips are sealed.” Quinn zipped his lips with his fingers and tossed the imaginary key aside as he went to join Tristan.
* * * *
He wiped his brow as he stared at the men getting into their trucks through his long-range scope. He was pissed that the house was empty when he set it on fire. One way or another, the little redheaded twink was going to die.
Setting the rifle down on the seat, he started his truck and pulled away, following the two vehicles as they left the driveway. They would slip up, relax their guard, and when they did, pow.
* * * *
Tristan sat on the bed, missing his mates. The walkthrough yesterday had given him some great ideas, but now that Quinn and Hunter were at work, he was horny.
With a devilish idea in his head, Tristan grabbed the cell phone Hunter had bought him and dialed the hardware store.
“Hunter’s Hardware, Hunter speaking.”
Tristan’s cock perked right up at Hunter’s deep and masculine voice. He might just jerk off listening to his mate talk about nails and caulk. “A naked man with a large cock just broke into my room. If you don’t hurry, he may go brain-dead from all the blood rushing to his groin.”
Hunter groaned and Tristan touched himself. What a sexy sound that was. “Then I’ll be right there to rescue you from the cock burglar.” Hunter hung up.
Okay, one down, one to go. Tristan dialed Quinn’s cell phone, stroking his thumb lazily over the swollen head of his dick.
“Hey, jellybean, everything okay?”
“I’m ovulating, get your ass in gear and come plant your seed in me.” Tristan stifled a giggle.
“On my way, sexy.”
Tristan tossed the phone aside and ran for his sexy outfit. He wanted to look good for his mates. He heard footsteps rushing down the hallway fifteen minutes later. Tristan put his straw hat on and slid his socked feet into his sandals, leaving the rest of his body gloriously naked. He spread his arms wide, his cock tapping at his lower belly as the door swung open.
“Jesus, cover that thing,” Jasper shouted as he spun around, giving his back to Tristan.
Tristan ran for the bed, grabbing the pillow and shoving it in front of his hardened prick. “Why did you just bust in?”
“My bad, I didn’t think you would be standing there giving me a free show when your mates are at work. Are you covered?” Jasper asked with amusement.
Tristan tossed his hat aside and ran his hand through his hair, sitting on the bed. “Yes, but you still can’t turn around. What do you want? I have two hot stud muffins on their way, so make it quick.”
“Well, you horny little toad, I was going to ask if you wanted to go to bingo tonight, assuming you aren’t fucked into unconsciousness by then.”
This was the most bizarre conversation Tristan had ever had. He was sitting here naked with a shifter in the room—who was not his mate—talking about bingo? Although Tristan had spent the last year of his life not wearing any clothes, it still made him uncomfortable around strangers. As a shifter, that was unusual, but as a man, he wouldn’t go without clothes again. His cousin would have teased him to no end about this one. Tristan’s chest tightened at the thought of Justin. Where was he, how was he?
“Hello? A simple yes or no would get me out of here. The back of my head is going blind looking at your naked ass.”
“Yes,” Tristan answered quickly, being brought out of his thoughts and remembering his mates would be here at any moment.
“Good, meet us down in the living room at six. Have fun.” Jasper laughed as he closed the door behind him. What a very strange man.