Hesitantly, his hands come up to rest on my waist. “Jo…” His voice is pained as his nostrils flare, taking in my scent. “Whatever stick was up my ass has officially been removed. I promise I’m all-in. But we really do need to go.”
I sigh, my hands squeezing his shoulders once. “I know. But when we get settled again—” Sam’s hand grips the back of my neck and he pulls me in for a quick, rough kiss.
“You can put me through whatever hell I deserve,” Sam swears, resting our foreheads together. “But for now, we need to get out of here.”
Swallowing once, I nod, before pulling on the jeans and underwear. Hayden stares at me, mind blown, when I manage to put on a bra without taking off my shirt. Not that I would have minded flashing them the goods again, but Sam’s gesture of dressing me was so sweet, I didn’t want to undo it. “That’s some omega-witch shit right there,” Hayden mutters, shaking his head.
I laugh. “You’ve obviously never been a girl changin’ in the PE locker room.” This is the first time I’ve used the trick personally, but Mabel was always skittish about getting changed in front of others.
“Nope, Fireball, I’mallman.” Hayden grins, patting his crotch.
“We’re aware.” Sam rolls his eyes as he hikes three duffel bags over one shoulder.
“Awww, did you like what you saw, Stud Muffin?” Hayden taunts, and I snort as I put on my shoes. “Do you want another demonstration of what it looks like when our omega isperfectlypleasured? You can use it for reference when you get out of your own head and finally enjoy the nirvana that is Jo’s pussy.”
Sam gives an annoyed growl while I try to hide my smirk. “Call me ‘Stud Muffin’ again, and I’ll tie you to a chair and make you watch while I make her come harder than you ever have.”
Ah, and so the alpha posturing begins. Though I can’t pretend that I’m not on board with the threats.
“Ooh, promises, promises.” Hayden shakes his head, then cackles. “That’s actually the kind of shit I’m into, so proceed at your own risk,Stud Muffin.”
Sam stands and stares for a moment, but then an indecipherable look appears on his face as he sighs, turning around and stomping out of the room. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.” Sam’s annoyed mutter only makes Hayden grin wider.
Looks like the old Hayden is back.
We pile into the van, with Hayden on my left and Kole on my right. West and Sam take the front seat, and Turnip’s cute little box-house that West made her is sitting in the back seat. Sam looks at the burner phone Declan gave us, plugging an address into the GPS.
Being in an enclosed space with all their scents so soon after re-awakening my bond with Hayden is going to make this trip a hell of a lot more difficult than the drive up here.
I breathe a sigh of relief when I see the ETA on the screen. “Only two hours?” I observe, pulling on my seatbelt. “That ain’t too terrible.”
“Two hours until we switch cars.” Sam grimaces, putting the van in reverse and doing that sexy thing where he stretches his arm behind the passenger seat as he looks over his shoulder. Shit. If I’m getting turned on by Sam backing out of the damn driveway, this is going to be a long-ass drive. “Another three once we have our new vehicle.”
“Road trip!” Hayden bounces on his seat. “You know, I’ve actually never been on a road trip before.”
I frown at my alpha as Sam pulls into the road. “Never?” EvenI’vebeen on a roadtrip. Though admittedly, it was right before Mama died and Daddy was not happy about it when we got back.
Hayden shrugs. “I mean, do rides on a private plane to boarding school with only a nanny for company count?”
“No,” we all answer.
“Then nope. Never been on a road trip.” His tone is still light, but his hand grips his lighter hard as he fights the urge to flick it open.
“Well then,” I loop my arm through his, “We’ll have to play all the classic road trip games.”
Kole puts his hand on my knee. “Do any of these games involve your clothes coming off? Strip punch-buggy?”
Hayden snorts, and West chuckles, shaking his head.
“Sugar Bear,” I admonish, my jaw dropping. “Howindecent. What kind of lady do you take me for?” Even as I chastise him, the idea of one of them taking me in the very back of the car while the rest of them listen has me squirming in my seat.
“The kind of lady that lets her boyfriends spit roast her in the craft room of an insane asylum.” My Russian giant smirks at me.
My jaw drops. “That wasonetime!”
“No sex talk!” Sam barks as we pull onto the highway. “None of us are going to survive the next five hours if we’re mad with lust the entire time. Talk about something else. Something not sexy.”
“So Jo’s not allowed to talk about herself?” Hayden challenges. “That hardly seems fair.”
