Page 19 of A Knotty Road Trip

But I am not and will never stay in a place alone with that creepist (creeper rapist). He not only touched me without permission as I was sleeping, but he would have hit me if Angel hadn't swooped in and saved me.

He seems to be doing that a lot tonight. After I return from LA and go back to the Academy in Connecticut, I will have to send him a big thank you gift.

He's been so kind and welcoming to me. And that is why I am riding his cousin’s back out into the winter storm toward a hotel where we can get some rest.

I don't know how I'm going to get to LA, but that's tomorrow Belle's problem. Right now I just want a hot shower and some food.

The small bites of cheesecake I took before the flight stewardess interrupted us isn't going to hold me over.

Maybe I'll use my emergency credit card and order something. I know they said the guys would have a personal concierge, but I don’t want them to think that I am some kind of freeloader.

I come from money, even if my father fights all of my purchases. We pass under a covered awning, and the biting chill has my teeth chattering.

Tate picks up his pace, and I feel bad that he's having to carry me, but I can admit my panties are full of slick at the way his strong back muscles are pressing against my center.

I think I may moan at one particular step he makes as his coat grinds into my clit.

Fuck. I'm about to get off on him and even though my body is heating, I kinda feel sick. Is this consent? It's just like riding on the back of a motorcycle.

Angel laughs, and when I glance over at him his blue eyes are raging with heat, and he gives me a wink.

I'm about to be locked in a room with three hot as hell men. Alphas that have delicious knots.

I've only ever used a toy with a knot before, and the way my body is primed and ready right now, I'm starting to get filthy dangerous thoughts and ideas.

Beck opens the door to the hotel, and as we enter there is a full staff waiting for us lined up. Even a chef in a full white coat, checkered pants, and hat.

One of the maids squeals, and the man beside her whisper-yells at her to behave.

I look around and can't help but laugh. This place is right out of the seventies. There are old stewardess uniforms on mannequins behind a rope, and retro soda machines.

This place is trippy, but also really cool.

“You can set me down now,” I whisper to Tate, but his hands just grip me tighter as he shakes his head.

“Pack Baron, welcome to the TWA. We are so insanely pleased to have you, even under these circumstances.”

Beck steps forward and shakes the man's hand. “Thank you. We appreciate the hospitality and discretion. We are rather exhausted if you wouldn't mind showing us to our suite.”

The man nods, but waves at the chef. “Absolutely, but first if you could place your order to Mike here. He'd be happy to make you anything you'd like.”

“Steak and potatoes and something sweet,” Tate says and the man runs off toward what I'm assuming is the kitchen.

I can't tell from this angle, but I think there is a small restaurant in the corner.

“Great, now that that's settled if you would just follow me.”

Angel moves beside Beck and Tate takes his time as we trail behind the others. “This place is wild,” I say after the silence gets too stifling. “Um, may I ask who you are? The people here seem to treat you like royalty?”

Tates shoulders tense, and I immediately regret asking.

“My father is well-known,” he finally says and I nod, dropping it.

“Okay. I don't really care. Honestly I was just trying to make conversation. My father is well-known as well, but not for good reasons. He's not a good man and if I could disown him, I would in a heartbeat. And there I go again babbling, I'll just shut up now. Thanks for the lift, buddy.”

I cringe and shake my head. “Buddy?” I mouth, internally face palming. God, I am such a freak.

Tate's shoulders relax, and soon they are moving.

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