“Fuck off, Red. None of your business,” I say as I turn to step toward the road to cross.
“Come on, Arbor. You know I can guarantee you a good time.”
I peer over my shoulder at him and see someone move up beside him. I can’t quite make them out, their face half-hidden inthe shadow, but something tingles along my spine. Almost like recognition.
But then I shake my head. I’m just trying to convince myself not to go to Pit Stop.
“Let me know if you change your mind. You had me once, and you didn’t regret it.”
“It was so memorable that I completely forgot about it.”
And honestly, I’m not going to fuck Red. Hell no. When I go to Pit Stop, I want it to be anonymous. I don’t want to know whose cock is sliding through that glory hole. And I definitely don’t want it to be his.
I continue moving, but I’m wrenched to a stop, fingers curling into my biceps.
“You’re not going there,” Glenn growls, and the sound of it, the feel of his touch, has my cock thickening. But I play it off. I have to.
My ego won’t let me do anything else.
“I can if I want.”
His fingers tighten, and I wince, but at the same time, I like it. I’m not sure if he’s being protective or possessive, but either way, it feels nice.
“Don’t go. It’s not safe,” Glenn’s voice softens. “The way you smell, it’ll drive them wild.”
“No, it won’t. Most people are repulsed by it.”
“No, they’re not. They’re just confused. It’s not a normal scent, but once they have you, once they realize how fucking good you are, they won’t want to give you up.”
I breathe out. “I don’t know about that.”
“It’s the fucking truth. Don’t go.”
“Are you asking because you want me instead?”
He swallows, his fingers pulsing against my skin.
I sigh and rip my arm from his grip. “Then let me go. I get it. You’ve made your point. You’re mad, not interested. You hate me. And rightfully so, but you have to let me live my life.”
I turn and walk away, but before I can make it to the street, I’m lifted and thrown over his shoulder.
“I don’t hate you,” he grumbles as he stalks across the parking lot, toward his truck.
I wiggle in his arms, trying to get free, but he’s so much stronger than me.
“Help!” I shout, my voice not entirely convincing.
A man stops in the lot, and I wave.
“Help me. He’s kidnapping me.”
Glenn lets out a small laugh. “He’s my omega. He’s fine.”
The man nods and wanders away. He didn’t even ask me if it was true. If he had, I’d have probably just conceded, but still.
The back door of the truck is pulled open, and I’m tossed inside.
I half-expect him to slip into the driver’s seat and drive me home, but he doesn’t. He follows me in, closing the door behind him and locking it.
