Page 14 of A Knotty Road Trip

ANGEL

Belle.

She's perfect and fucking adorable.

I watch as she speed walks away, her cute bubble butt bouncing in those soft pajama pants and her fluffy holiday socks.

Typical omega. I wonder why she doesn’t have any shoes on.

Then again sitting in a seat for hours, I’d take mine off too.

It’s a shame though, that kick to the creeper's thigh might have had more impact with a pair of boots attached.

I’m still pissed at what I’d witnessed. I look around for the asshole and find him leaning against the wall near the bathroom.

His eyes glued to where Belle just headed.

He's going to be a problem, but for now she's safe. I've never felt protective over someone before, but there is just something about that little omega.

I didn't plan to kiss her. I probably shouldn't have, because now all I can think about is when I can do it again.

My feet move before I even notice. Stopping, I take a breath.

There is a coffee shop a little ways past the pizza place, and when I was over there it had people around.

She should be fine. I'll just keep an eye on the creeper.

Tate clears his throat, bringing me back to whatever he was saying.

“What? Sorry, I wasn’t listening.”

Scoffing, he crosses his arms. “No shit. I said that we don’t have much food to share. The way we eat, and I didn’t know you were adding someone else.”

“It’s fine. Give her my portion.” I wave my hand and turn back to the man in the hall. He’s now talking to someone on the phone, and he has a slimy grin on his face.

“You’re going to give up your dessert? The alpha who doesn’t share and has shoved a fork in the back of my hand for trying to steal a fry once?” Tate stammers, and I laugh, thinking back to that day.

“They were parmesan truffle fries, and you could have ordered your own.”

Beck laughs and pushes his glasses back up his nose. His hair is messy, and I grin.

“I guess it's a good thing I hung back to get some food myself. Wouldn't have wanted to impose… though it's not the first time.”

Beck's cheeks darken, and I laugh. Small tour buses aren't very soundproof, and Tate has a thing for public places and voyeurism.

I don't judge, and I'm happy that they have each other, but I can admit touring is lonely when I can't have someone in my bed every night too.

“Do you think we are ever going to board this flight?” Tate asks while walking over to Belle's things.

He grabs her bag and pulls out a huge crocheted blanket. It looks cozy and soft.

“Use the other one,” I grunt, pointing to the one already half draped on the ground.

Grabbing it, he lays it out on the floor, takes his coat and shoes off, then steps onto it. Beck follows, but I wait.

Belle may need some help with the drinks.

Beck groans after sitting, and I smirk. I can only imagine his ass is a little tender. He sighs, leaning back on his hands and looks off at the wall.

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