Soon, I’m extremely comfortable, my spine melting against the back of the cushion, and I close my eyes and start to doze, lulled by Ivan’s smooth driving.
It’s surprising. I’m not a napper by any means; I usually can only rest when I’m sick, and even then, it’s difficult.
I only experience these waves of fatigue during my Heat.
Uh-oh.
“So, Fang,” Ivan says, “how did you turn from her professor to private tutor? I’m curious.”
“Yeah, about that,” Fang chuckles. “We decided it would be better off if she wasn’t my student.”
“Hmm,” Ivan replies, even though he already knows the story. “And how did that happen?”
There’s a warm weight at my side, and I realize I’ve made myself comfortable against Logan. His strong arm wraps around my shoulder, and I sigh in contentment.
“I’m sure you can guess how it happened,” Fang replies easily, and I shift closer to Logan, breathing in his delicious scent.
The window rolls back up again, and their voices grow lower.
Logan keeps his arm wrapped around me, and when I snuggle closer, a deep, low vibration sounds in his chest.
He quietly purrs while his fingers gently draw circles on my shoulder.
“Are you okay with this?” he whispers, and I hum in agreement.
Soon, I’m asleep and unable to decipher the rest of Fang and Ivan’s conversation.
I wakeup overheated with soaking wet panties.
My eyes snap open, and Fang is right there, watching me carefully.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he says, his lip quirked. “Have a good nap?”
I’m not sure ifgoodis the right word.
I would say this nap was my body preparing for something.
Something that shouldn’t be here for at least another week.
We were playing with fire,my inner Omega purrs.And what a wonderful time for this to happen. We have three Alphas that can help us.
“Water,” I croak, and a cold bottle is in my hand immediately. Logan still has an arm wrapped around me, and he rubs a soothing palm down my back.
“How?” I ask, surprised at how icy the bottle is.
“I brought my cooler,” Ivan replies. “Just in case.”
Just in case I needed ice water?
I’ve never been more grateful to have such a prepared scent match.
But the air in the car is delicious. So insanely tempting that it makes my head spin and my heart race.
I shift in my seat, feeling the stickiness of slick in my panties.
There is no way the Alphas in the car don’t scent it, but they’re doing a very good job of pretending not to.
Even Fang is keeping a good poker face, even if he won’t stop staring at me and his pupils are so wide that his eyes are black.
