“Ready for a road trip?” Carter removes his glasses and, from the gleam in his eyes, that’s when I realize whateverthisis, he and Jace planned it together.
“Road trip?” For a second, the haaawwwt fantasy of being sandwiched between the brothers flits through my mind but I shove that away. Jace isn’t into sharing.
Atall.
Besides, Jace promised me it would only ever be the two of us, and he is a man of his word.
Plus, I wouldn’t want Carter to break an oath to his pets. Especially not over me.
Doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about it, though.
“Jace, you didn’t tell him?” Carter calls out.
“Nope,” Jace calls back from our bedroom. “Wanted it to be a surprise.”
So far, he’s succeeded in that. “I’m surprised,” I say. “What’s going on?”
Jace emerges from the bedroom and I see he’s packed two small rolling suitcases while I was cleaning up the kitchen from our early breakfast. “We’re going on a road trip with Carter.”
Maybe I was wrong about fantasies not coming true.
“Um…Sir?”
I don’t miss how Carter looks my way, too. Jace arches an eyebrow at me. “Yes, pet?”
Yeah, I shouldn’t feel smug satisfaction over Carter’s reaction, either, because that’s dangerous for a whole lot of reasons. Existing on the periphery of Carter’s high-profile life is dangerous enough for me as it is if I want to stay concealed. Kind of like hiding in plain sight.
“Should I be worried, Master?”
“Road trip, pet,” Jace says. “I already packed for you.”
But now I understand why he ordered me to wear what I’m wearing after we took our morning shower this morning, instead of ordering me to stay naked. I take the bags from him. “How long, Sir?”
“Day or two.” He puts on his own sunglasses, Carter dons his, and now the brothers are practically twins. “Ready to roll out, Carter?” Jace asks.
“After you, big bro. Age before beauty.” He grins.
“You little shit,” Jace mutters even as he chuckles.
Before I can ask the question, Carter proves he’s still spooky-good at cluing in on my thoughts. “And no, we’re not sharing a bed, buddy,” he teases, then his smile fades. “But this is a present from me to you, and one Jace said I can take the lead on because of our shared history.”
“Only fair,” Jace says, “because it was his idea, he did the work, and he’s driving.”
I’m…really confused, and nervous, meaning I default to snark. “Should I just sit in the backseat, stay quiet, and look pretty, then?”
They both laugh. It’s like stereo that can harden my cock. “Yeah,” Jace says. “That’s an excellent idea, pet.”
* * * *
Jace confiscates my phone, meaning I can’t track our progress and play a what-if game.
At this point I’mliterallyalong for the ride.
Carter must have planned the route in advance, because he doesn’t have his phone mounted in his dash holder for me to look at.
We head north to I-10, then west to Mobile. From there, we wind our way northwest. I think perhaps we’re heading to St. Louis, but then Carter jogs more west and takes a hard right turn at Shreveport, driving us north.
We stop for lunch somewhere in there, too, me mostly quiet as the brothers talk, laugh, relive their childhoods, and tell me stories about each other. I listen, because it’s obvious these two men had healthy love in their lives from the start despite the secrets they hid about themselves.
