Page 32 of How to Hack a Hellhound
“Come on. It’s cold. Don’t worry, just Quinton will cuddle you. He’ll be like pillows between us, or whatever weird thing humans do in movies when they share a bed and don’t want to touch,” he said.
Aiden laughed a little at that, and he came over to my side of the bed, climbing in.
We didn’t talk, and I felt his breathing calm down as he cuddled up against me. My eyes were heavy, and I drifted back to sleep cozy and warm between the two of them.
Chapter 12
Liam
Quinton and I both woke up when Aiden rolled out of bed. He made his way out the door silently, and I snuggled back into Quinton.
“Uh uh,” he mumbled. “Up.”
I took that to mean we needed to get up, too, and I rolled out of bed. He waved one hand at me, shooing me out of the bedroom, while the other hand covered his face. “Coffee,” he mumbled.
I could do coffee. I walked into the kitchen to find Aiden already at the coffee machine, smirking at me. He had three cups out. I heard mumbling and a thump from the bedroom, and I turned around, ready to go make sure Quinton was ok.
“He’s fine,” Aiden said. “He’s not a morning person. Mornings are for caffeine and sass, so be prepared.”
“I thought they were also for sex?” I asked.
I heard another thump and a curse from Quinton’s room, and Aiden laughed.
“Not today, lover boy. Maybe when Quinton doesn’t have work, and definitely when I’m not here to listen in, because no thanks,” Aiden said.
He poured coffee into the cups, raising an eyebrow at me to ask how I wanted mine.
“Black is fine,” I said.
Aiden chuckled as he handed a cup to me across the kitchen island. When Quinton walked in, he handed a cup of coffee to him. “Liam likes his coffeeandhis men bitter, Q—perfect for you.”
Quinton just grumbled, sliding into the seat next to me at the kitchen island. I moved to put my arm around him, but he lifted his head, glaring a half-open eye at me. I think he even bared his teeth a little.
“No cuddles in the morning,” Aiden warned me. “He’s liable to bite your head off. You want some bacon and eggs?”
“Only if I can be of assistance,” I answered.
So Aiden put me to work, and we chatted amicably while Quinton shot us evil looks from the kitchen island if we talked too loudly. He occasionally threw out a sarcastic comment, and I smiled at him each time, which made him blush and Aiden smile.
We ate breakfast, and then Quinton announced he needed to get ready for work. I just looked at him, taking another drink of my coffee. He huffed, rolled his eyes, pulled me out of the chair, and actually pushed me toward the door by my shoulders. I guess it was time to leave?
“I have to get ready,” he grumbled. “Go home and figure out which bad guys we need to hunt down.”
He opened the door, pushed me out, and shut it behind me, but not before I saw Aiden give me a little wave and a smile.
“Quinton’s got a boyfriend,” Aiden singsonged.
I heard a thunk as Quinton leaned against the door and mumbled, “Shut up.”
“He doesn’t even mind your morning attitude. He’s a keeper, Q,” Aiden said.
I heard Quinton sigh. “He’s really sweet, isn’t he?” he asked.
“Yeah, he really is,” Aiden answered softly. “It’s ok to like him, you know. He’s got good energy.”
Quinton leaned away from the door and turned around, and then he gave the cutest yelp as he saw me outside the front door window.
“Sexy Stalker! Go home and watch me from the cameras in your house like a normal hacker,” he yelled, banging a hand against the glass.
