“You’re leaking,” Killian said.
Crush twitched; the car swerved a little.
“Shutting up,” Killian yelped. But the next question popped into his head like a gopher. “Do they make you wear cock cages at driving school?”
Crush stepped on the brakes. “What?”
“So you won’t... leak like that.” Killian gestured helplessly at Crush’s bulge. “It would help, right? If you lock it up in a small cage, the blood will stay in your brain.”
Crush slowed the car to a stop. Then he turned to give Killian a look of disbelief. “Most peopledon’tget hard at driving school.”
“You didn’t?” Killian asked incredulously.
“No! I didn’t!”
“But you’re hard now!”
“I wonder why,” Crush growled, his voice going so low that it worsened the flutter in Killian’s belly. “Kil, I cansmellyour slick.”
Killian’s face burned so hot, it felt like the surface of the sun. “Oh gods. Maybe I need a buttplug?”
Crush smacked his forehead against the steering wheel.
“Why are you bashing your head?” Killian yelped. “Do you not have buttplugs where we’re going? I don’t think I need ten. Maybe five?”
“Fuck,” Crush whispered. And he wrapped his arm around his stomach, his shoulders shaking.
“Are youcrying?” Killian squeaked, horrified. “It’s okay, you don’t have to cry just because we don’t have something to plug up my butt—”
The alpha turned to him then, wiping tears from his eyes.
He waslaughing.
Killian’s mouth fell open. “Why are you laughing at me?!”
“I’m not laughingatyou! It’s just—” Crush stopped and laughed harder. “You say the most unexpected things. Why do you needfiveplugs?”
“One for every day of the week!”
“There are seven days in a week, bunny.”
“Yeah, and on the weekends I should go without so my butthole has a chance to tighten back up.”
Crush cracked an eye open to stare at Killian. Then he shook his head, smiling helplessly. “Fuck.”
“Why are you looking at me and saying ‘fuck’?” Killian asked, mystified.
“You’re one of a kind, sweetheart.” Crush’s gaze was so warm, Killian blushed all over. The alpha began to rumble in his chest.
Gods, Killian loved that sound.
Before either of them could say a word, Naddie gave an unhappy whimper in the back seat.
Killian winced. “That’s her hungry sound. I need to feed her soon.”
All at once, Crush’s expression lost its humor. He began to drive. “What kind of food does she need?”
“Um, she’s part rabbit, so I’ve been feeding her sprouts and soft fruit.” Killian chewed on his lip.
