Opening my eyes, I watch Tate and Angel adding stuff to a notebook. “You guys should be in a band,” I mumble, my voice cracking a little. Beck stiffens and stops singing.
Angel leans forward, his blue eyes twinkling and laughs. “We should, huh?” he sasses and I sit up more.
“Yeah, you guys sounded incredible just now,” I mutter and he sighs, leaning back and crossing his arms. It looks like he wants to say more, but Tate interrupts.
“It’s just something we do to pass the time,” he says and then closes his notebook. I notice how weathered it is, like he’s had it a very long time.
Ken parks, and I look out the window. Oh, he’s at one of my favorite restaurants. I groan. “Please tell me this isn't a bathroom stop, because I would kill someone in cold blood right now for a burger.”
The guys all laugh at me. Crossing my arms, I pout. “I don't see what's so funny. I was being serious. Now feed your omega before she takes a bite out of one of you.”
Beck chokes on his sip of water and my eyes widen. Shit! I didn't mean to say I was theirs. Even though it feels like I am. I was completely joking.
“Come, Vixen, let's get you fed. I'm sure Ken would like a steak and we have to wait for Rich to get here,” he says and I take his hand when he offers.
“Wait, Rich, as in your best friend? Why is he coming here?”
Angel told me all about their friend and I have been curious about him.
“He works for our father's company. He has clearance to drive the limo, so he's coming to give Ken a break.”
“Oh, that's so nice. So we are driving through the night then?” I ask, stretching once we are out of the car.
“Yeah, we need to get to LA. Tomorrow we will stop for the night though. There is a place in Arizona that we need to go to…”
He trails off, then frowns. Beck and Tate are quiet as well and I worry that I'm missing something, but the moment the restaurant door opens for me and the smell of sizzling meat comes into contact with my scent deprived nose, I moan.
Damn my blockers are starting to wear off. Beck laughs and moves closer to me to kiss my forehead and I melt.
Right here into a puddle. Not to mention the slick filling my panties. But I can disclose that these new ones are the shit. They haven't worn off like that cheap pair, once.
He smells yummy, but it’s faint.
“Hi, welcome to Cheddars… Oh My Fucking God… you… your…” the hostess stammers until her eyes roll back and she faints.
Ken just manages to catch her before she hits the concrete floor.
Ummm… I look at the guys and everyone seems concerned, except Tate.
“She must know who our father is,” he mumbles with a sigh and Beck takes my hands, leading me to the bathrooms.
Angel waves someone over who looks like the manager and he talks to him for a few moments. They shake hands and then Angel turns to Tate as they speak. Beck pulls me around the corner to the restrooms and I stop, yanking my hand away.
Crossing my arms, I frown. “What is going on, Beckett?”
He groans and runs his fingers through his tangled dirty-blond hair. His eyes look worried.
“Belle, listen, I need to tell you something.” He moves closer and puts his hand around the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his. Kissing me hard until my head spins. “Mine,” he growls and my eyes widen as his scent hits me like a cloud of chocolate and coconut.
“Holy shit. Holy Shit,” I mumble, my eyes huge. He’s my… I’m his. Looking over my head, he smiles big at someone, but I never get to see who it is. Something hard smacks me in the back of the head, then total blackness.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
BECKETT
“Baby, baby, wake up. Fuck, Angel he needs a doctor.” Someone shakes me, and I peek open my eyes, but my head is killing me. What the hell happened?
“Hey, easy,” Ken says as I try to sit up. My temple throbs, and when I reach up, pressing on it, it’s sticky.