Throwing it in drive, we continue our way down the road.
“So, what’s your view on the radio?” I ask Will.
“What?” He shoots me a confused look.
“Jolly old Saint Nick is a buzz kill. He wouldn’t let me listen to anything,” I mutter.
“Ah,” he chuckles softly. “I like music while I drive.”
“Thank fuck,” I groan. “I could kiss you right now.”
Will’s lip twitches. “Maybe later,” he says, surprising me.
“Ha! He has jokes. I like it.” I laugh as I turn on the radio. Only, I hope it’s not a joke. I like kissing Will. I like doing a lot of things with Will. Things I’d like to happen a lot more.
His cock and knot. I’m talking about fucking him by the way. Because, mhhmm, that man knows how to work the baseball bat between his legs.
“How has Duchess been today?” I ask Will as I skim through the radio stations.
“She’s been good. She cried for a little bit, but after a while she settled down like normal.”
Duchess is the white and black fluffy Ragdoll kitten I found while we were snowed in. She’s my sweet baby girl. As much as I’d love for her to be in the truck with me, it was clear she hated being cooped up. So, Will put her in the van with their stolen goods and let her roam around the back of it so she wasn’t confined. Probably not the safest, but seeing her freaking out and stressed made me stressed, and that put all the Alphas on edge.
“Good. I think she will be happy to be out of there for the night.”
“Here.” Will pulls out his phone. “I have Spotify. Hook it up to the Bluetooth.”
My brows jump. “You’re handing me your phone? Aren’t you afraid I might call the cops or something?”
Will shakes his head. “No.”
“What makes you so sure about that?” I ask. “Maybe I’ve been planning my escape this whole time?”
“If you were going to escape, you could have easily done it any of the other nights when we stopped,” Will points out. “Now, be a good girl and pick the music before I change my mind.”
I huff, trying to play it off like him calling me a good girl didn’t just fill this truck with a burst of candy cane and chocolate, and unlock his phone. “No password?” I ask.
“I don’t have anything personal on there. It’s for calls. And music.” He shrugs.
“So, there’s no photos in here you don’t want me to see?” I ask, wiggling my brows.
“No,” he answers. “I don’t take photos.”
“Shame. You're really pretty to look at.”
The look he sends me is heated, and it takes everything in me to pry my eyes away and hook his phone up to the truck’s Bluetooth.
Playing around with Will isn’t the same as it is with Nick. He gets me flustered and fills my belly with butterflies. I both hate and love it. It’s something I’m not used to yet.
Once the phone is connected, I pull up the app, search for ‘2000’s greatest hits’ and pick a playlist.
WhenCheck On Itby Beyoncé starts playing, I grin and crank up the volume.
Maybe the rest of this trip won’t be so bad.
Chapter 2
Nova
