“Thank you, though,” I add, quieter. “For defending me.”
Blaze nods, seemingly appeased by my gratitude for his violent little gesture.
From somewhere in the depths of his combat vest, a maze of endless pockets, he produces a lighter and starts flicking it open and closed.
Click-click-click.
"Blaze," Knox says without looking up from the road, voice flat with warning.
"Can't help it, boss. I'm restless."
"Well, find something to do with your hands that isn’t distracting."
A grin spreads across Blaze’s face, slow and wicked. I know that look. Whatever he’s about to do, it’s not going to be helpful.
He leans over me again, pressing me into Viper’s side, and murmurs against my ear.
"Wanna play, Sparkles?"
"Blaze," Knox growls. "Not what I meant."
Blaze ignores him completely.
“Did you have fun sucking off our Prime, Sparkles?” he asks, his voice full of dark amusement. “We could hear how much you liked it. But you didn’t come, did you?”
The smallest, quietest squeak escapes me, but that’s all the encouragement he needs.
His head tilts, nostrils flaring as he inhales. “I can smell it on you. Still all slick and needy.”
He looks into my eyes, flicking between them, and I’m transfixed. “Want me to take care of that? I could make you come with just my fingers. Slow and deep. You know that I’ll have you shaking so hard you’d think you were flying apart.”
I squirm as new wetness floods my already ruined underwear, and my perfume fills the truck cabin.
Viper sighs. He’s trying to play it cool, but I feel the shift in his body.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Blaze mock-whispers, his lips close enough that I feel the shape of the words. “I watched. It was beautiful, the way you took him all the way down your throat. Balls deep like a perfect little Omega.”
I bite back a moan, but the shiver that runs through me is impossible to hide. His fingers slip beneath the hem of my shirt, teasing the edge of my waistband.
Shade snaps from the front seat. "If you two don't quit it, I'll pull this car over. Don't think I won't."
We both freeze.
Then Blaze and I look at each other, eyes wide with mock innocence, and answer in unison.
“Yes, Daddy.”
The heat between us pops, and we giggle like naughty children caught by their strict parent.The laughter in the truck fades into quiet chuckles and shared glances.
Knox guides us down the mountain effortlessly. Shade refocuses on his tablet, Viper settles back against the seat with his arm draped over my shoulder, and Blaze returns to lazily playing with his lighter, though he’s still grinning like a satisfied delinquent.
The lull is comfortable. Familiar.
So I ruin it.
“So,” I say casually, like I’m asking someone to pass the salt, “when do you think we should make this thing official and mate?”
The silence is immediate. Total.
