Page 38 of A Knotty Road Trip

“You like to color?” I ask the obvious, because this silence is driving me crazy.

“I do. It helps settle my mind. I have ADHD at the best of times. The more intricate the designs are in the book, the more focus it takes and the more it helps me.” Beck hands him the lap desk, and a bottle of pop.

“Would it be okay if we talked while you colored? I’m bored as well, and reading is giving me a headache.”

“Yeah, what did you want to talk about?” he asks, opening a new page and picking a color. Finally deciding on teal, he starts to scribble. He even sticks his tongue out a little as he concentrates.

That’s adorable.

“What about ten questions?” I suggest, and Beck freezes.

“Okay, but we have the right to refuse to answer,” he says, and his voice shakes a little.

“Absolutely,” I say, nodding. Dropping my book on the ground, I carefully roll over to face them better, Angel lifts me, shifting until my head is on his chest.

“Mine,” he grunts in his sleep, and I blush.I wish, Angel, I really do.

“You guys can go first,” I say, and Beck stares at me for a minute.

“Why are you on scent blockers?” he blurts. My eyes widen, and I laugh.

“Safer to travel alone as an omega. If I can’t smell, and no one can smell me.”

“Your panties suck. I can smell you very well,” he mumbles, licking his lips, and Tate laughs.

“You’re not the only ones on blockers. Angel and I do the same. Nothing wrong with it. My turn… What’s your biggest pet peeve?”

I think for a minute. “Probably people who chew with their mouth open. What about you both?”

Beck answers first. “Users.” He doesn’t go into details, but he doesn’t have to. I nod and wait for Tate. He’s looking at Beck.

“Liars,” he says, then looks right at me. “Next question… Do you want to find an alpha and settle down?”

I lean forward a little, and Angel holds me tighter. “Are you proposing, Tate,” I joke, and his eyes widen. “Chill, I’m just kidding. Yeah, I’d love that, but it’s not in the cards for me. Not in the way I’d like anyway.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Beck mumbles.

“Is that one of your questions?” I ask him, and he nods.

“I’ve known since the morning I woke up an omega that I was just a toy for my father to use in any way he wishes. He will probably sell me to the highest bidder, or to another company to branch out his business. I’d love to find my scent match or a pack to love me, but I don’t think that will happen. That’s why last night meant so much to me.”

“No,” Beck growls, and Tate drops his marker to take his hand. I watch as he relaxes and takes a deep breath. “No one should be a tool in someone else's life, Belle. You deserve more than that.”

My eyes fill, and I nod. “Thank you, Beck, but I don’t see another way. Okay next question. This was supposed to be fun,” I whine, and they laugh, nodding.

We spend the rest of the ride to West Virginia getting to know each other better, and I don’t think I have ever laughed as much as today.

Angel woke up eventually and instantly turned the game sexual. I was embarrassed to tell them that I’m not as experienced as they thought, but they didn’t laugh or judge me. If anything I think it turned them on more.

As we pull into the hotel parking lot, Angel has me pinned against the side of the car, and he’s kissing my neck, making me keen and squirm. I want him so bad.

Growling, he moves away from me, opens the door, takes the room key card from Ken, offers me his hand and when I go to take it, tosses me over his shoulder and runs for the room.

“I can walk,” I laugh, and he slaps my ass, making me slick even more. Beck groans, and shoves his face into Tate’s neck, breathing him in. I wish I could smell them too.

I think my blockers will wear off before I get to LA, and I’m excited to know what their scent is.

CHAPTER TWELVE

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