Page 28 of A Knotty Road Trip

“Ready, baby,” Tate grunts, and I feel his spit running along my crack. “Such a good boy, taking his alpha’s knot,” he groans as he fucks harder, pushing his knot inside of me. I can feel his hot cum filling me up, and I’m done.

This is what I want forever… Us… Belle… Pack.

I’m not ready to let her go, as we all shift onto our sides. Angel has a blissed out look on his face, and I can relate. Tate spoons me from behind, and I’m careful not to pull too hard on Belle as we roll.

I know I need to tell her she’s my scent match, but I’m scared that if she knows she’s mine, she won’t want me. As she said this was just one night of being wild.

I’ll tell her in the morning. Ask her to ride with us to LA, but right now, I think we need some sleep.

CHAPTER NINE

BELLE

Light shines through the curtains that Angel opened after our showers last night, and I groan. I don’t think we have been asleep very long, but I know that if I dally any longer my father will come looking, and these guys don’t need my drama.

They have been incredible, and I am blessed that they took me in for one amazing, heat-filled night. I’m sad our time is about to end, but I know that one day they will make an omega so happy.

Too bad that can’t be me. I glance over my shoulder at the alpha who I thought hated me: Beckett. I guess it was the opposite. He’s holding me so tight as if he doesn’t want to let me go. I wish he wouldn’t.

If they’d ask, I would probably drop everything and run away with them, as long as we were far enough from my father’s reach. I thought NY was safe, but damn was I wrong.

Carefully I lift his arm off of me and place it between us. He grumbles something in his sleep, but his breathing is still heavy. I wasn’t the only one exhausted. I don’t want to just leave without saying goodbye, but it’s better this way.

Angel shifts on the other side of me before rolling onto his side and cuddling a spare pillow. I still can’t believe they made such a cozy nest out of nothing. Not only did they not make fun of my fear of the dark, they embraced it and made me feel safe.

Sighing, I sit up and climb to my feet, then very slowly move off the mattress over to the bedroom. I’m wearing a cropped gray sweatshirt and a pair of black panties. The guys' bodies run hot, so I kicked off my pants during our nap.

Picking them up off the floor, I step into them and pull them up my hips. A vase of red roses catches my eyes on the counter, and I smile. They weren’t there when I fell asleep. That was actually really sweet of whoever did that.

Walking into the bedroom, I quickly change my top and pack up my things. A pad of paper and pen on the desk catches my eye. I check over my shoulder, but the guys haven't moved.

Fuck it. Reaching for the pen, I scribble a quick note leaving my name and phone number. If they want to reach me, now the ball is in their court, so to speak.

Grabbing my bag and my boots, I walk back into the living room and place the note next to the flowers.

I can’t resist taking a rose. Glancing over my shoulder one last time, I take in the view, trying to save it to my memory.

I will also remember their kindness and the wild night we spent together. It will be my go-to fantasy for my heats, and if I end up in a miserable marriage like I’m destined to be in.

“Good-bye,” I whisper.

Sighing, I open the door and step outside into the hall, then shut the door behind me, being quiet as not to wake them.

Leaving the hotel, I thank the staff and pull up a car rental place on my phone. Looks like there is one inside the airport. Thank God, because though the storm is over it’s still freezing.

Taking the same path as earlier, I’m soon back in terminal five where I spent hours waiting on a flight that never came. Though it wasn’t all bad. I did meet the guys after all.

As I round a corner I bump into a not so friendly familiar face. “Ugh, what are you doing back here? Let me guess, the alphas you were with got tired of you,” Rissa, the stewardess from last night sneers.

Rolling my eyes, I shove past her. “Hey, I was talking to you, bitch, stop,” she barks, and I growl. I fucking hate alpha barks. My father used them on me growing up any chance he got.

“Seriously, I just need a rental car so I can make my way to LA. I have people waiting on me,” I reason, and she places her hands on her hips, giving me a once over.

She must find me lacking. Licking her blood-red-painted lips, she sighs, then waves her hand. “Whatever,” she says, then walks toward the covered path. Her heels clicking as she goes.

Yawning, I rub my eyes, then keep walking toward the front desk. I hope they have a car available. I don’t need anything fancy. “Oh, hi,” I say the minute I reach the man behind the desk. He gives me a smile.

“Good afternoon. How are you today? I hope you had time to rest.”

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