My brows shoot up.Huh.“And what state would we be going into?” I ask. It’s either Kentucky or Ohio, depending on whether we’re going towards the East Coast or more south. And that’s if they are even willing to tell me. They still haven’t told me where they live or where they’re taking me.
What’s the point of not telling me? I can easily read the street signs. If they didn’t want me to know, they should have blindfolded me or something.
“You’d know if you didn’t have my brother's tongue down your throat,” Nick grumbles.
“Aw, is someone jealous?” I taunt with a fake pout. “Do you wish it was your tongue?”
“I’d rather eat glass,” he replies dryly.
“Mhhm,” I laugh. “Tell that to your cock. It’s not only Ian’s and my scents stinking up the truck.” I sniff the air. “I swear I can smell a mix of gingerbread and snickerdoodle in here, too.”
“Get fucked,” Nick growls.
“I was trying!” I throw my hands up. “But you, Scrooge McDick, are cockblocking me.”
Will sighs heavily. “Could the two of you please stop arguing so we can figure out what our plans are for the rest of the night? Do we want to keep driving for a few hours or stop in the next town over?”
“Do I get a say?” I ask. “Because if so, I vote to stop for the night. As much as I’d love to keep going to wherever the fuck you guys are taking me, I’d really like to change. My panties are soaked with slick, and there’s only so much Ian’s fingers can do before my pussy demands I straddle him and fuck him like my own personal pony.”
“Fucking hell, Little Doe,” Ian growls, shifting in his seat as he adjusts his erection. “You're playing dirty.”
“Wanna see how dirty I can be?” I ask, biting my lip as I give him fuck me eyes.
“We’re stopping for the night,” Nick barks. “It’s either we let these two bang it, or I fucking kill the two of them and feed them to the nearest pen of pigs.”
“Ugh.” I put my hand over my heart. “I feel the love.”
Nick narrows his eyes in the rearview mirror, and I give him one of my bratty, smug grins.
He thinks it’s going to be Ian and me banging it out, but honestly, even though I told the asshole he wouldn’t get anywhere near my pussy any time soon, I’d love a good hate fuck right about now. If he’s a good boy, maybe I’ll let him knot me too.
“The next town is thirty minutes away. Here.” Will opens the door. “You drive the van.”
“Thank fuck,” Nick mutters as he takes off his seat belt.
“Oh!” I speak up. “While we’re making requests, could we please stay somewhere that doesn’t smell like mildew? Why are we staying in dingy motels when you guys say you’re rich as fuck?”
“Because dingy motels let us pay in cash.” Nick swings his glare my way. “It helps us not draw attention."
“Yeah, because the big-ass, white, kidnapping van back there doesn’t,” I deadpan.
Nick shoves his way out of the truck. “Good luck with that one,” Nick shouts as he takes off. “You’re going to need it.”
“What a big baby,” I mutter, taking my seatbelt off as Will gets in.
“Where are you going?” Ian asks, frowning.
“As much as I love your fingers inside me, I really don’t want to be the reason we end up in a ditch.” I lean in and press a hard kiss to Ian’s lips. “I’m gonna sit in the front with good old Willy-boy here.”
Will snorts, shaking his head as he puts his seatbelt on. “What made you, all of a sudden, care if we crash or not?” Will asks, casting me a subtle but amused grin as I crawl my way to the front, taking the passenger's seat. “And not when Nick was driving?”
“Because I don't like him.” I shrug, putting my seatbelt on.
“And you like me?” Will asks.
I look over at him and smile. “Maybe just a little,” I answer with my finger and thumb showing a small space between them.
He snorts again, bringing his attention back to the road, and I almost see a smile.
