Page 33 of Talk About… Dramay
“Oh, I saw that out there. Nice, shiny, and new,” Lane said with a grin. “Perfect. We’ve just got our bags so we can pop them in the back. I’m a great driver, so I’m fine driving if you’d like.”
“How far is Rockwood Valley?” Hudson asked, eyes locked back on me and making me shiver.
“Uh, about four hours,” I managed to get out, my voice only slightly squeaky. God, I had to get it together. They weren’t meant for me, this was just a ploy to get back at Cameron. A little petty revenge.
“What’s on the table with touching?” Lane asked, his hand lingering near my arm. “I need you to not jump every time we touch you, but we don’t want to make Roman uncomfortable.”
“Be respectful and it’s all good, she’s her own woman,” Roman said. “I knew what I signed up for. But if I find out that you hurt her or crossed a line. I’ll kill you myself.”
I’d never heard my beta sound anything but sweet and kind. This side of him had me squeezing my thighs together and both the others giving me a sly smile.
Oh god… did they notice?
Kill me now.
“Come on, Princess, let’s go get snacks for the road,” Lane said, standing up and offering me his tattoo covered hand. My eyes drifted to Roman first who gave me a smile before sliding my hand in his.
The contact had my heart slamming in my chest. What the hell was going on with me?!
At this rate, we’d be lucky to survive the week.
Oriana
Roman was driving now, while I was sandwiched between Hudson and Lane. Lane was a touchy person, his hand holding mine and toying with one of my rings, or resting on my thigh.
At first, it was weird as hell, but after the first hour or so, I was desensitized a little, which was the goal.
Hudson was intense. He watched me, and when I spoke it was a bit intense the way he stared at me while he listened, but he was also comforting in a way. I knew what to expect now and met him head on. It honestly made me feel more confident and that was something I was thankful for as we neared Rockwood Valley.
“If you want to stop, we should at the next exit. After that we’re all small towns and country roads. Gas stations and food will be hard to find until we get into them,” I said as I recognized the latest exit.
Hudson climbed out first before turning around to help me down. I gave him a small smile before putting my hand in his. I expected him to let go but he tucked me into his side, placing a kiss on the top of my head as he held me close. It felt so intimate that my cheeks flared to life again.
“I have to stop blushing,” I groaned. “But I can’t help it. Until I met Roman, I avoided physical contact for years.”
“All the more reason to hold on tight. Plus, I hope you never lose that blush, it’s gorgeous,” Hudson said, his voice low and just for me. I bit my lip, a smile forming that I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.
Roman walked up on my other side, his hand wrapping around mine as the alpha held me. I think we both needed that lifeline among all this chaos.
Lane moved ahead of us to open the door, giving me a wink that had a fresh blush forming on my cheeks.
I was officially a mess.
Hudson and Roman let me go so I could walk in the store ahead of him. Lane took my hand and dragged me toward the candy aisle, ignoring Hudson’s small growl of protest. They were really playing up the part and I knew I made the right choice in hiring them. This all felt so easy.
“Okay, Princess, what’s your poison? Are you a chocolate kind of girl? Fruity? Gummies?”
“I hate sweets,” I said, keeping my face completely normal. The look of pure horror on his face and the fact his hand clutched at his chest as if he was gripping nonexistent pearls broke me though. A laugh broke free and soon I was wheeze laughing in the most unattractive way possible.
“She’s teasing. Don’t give her an asthma attack,” Roman joked, though his eyes were tight. He dug around in his pocket to pull out an inhaler, handing it my way. I took it, amusement still in my eyes before handing it back.
“Thanks,” I said, leaning up and brushing a kiss over his lips.
“Wait, you have asthma?” Hudson asked behind me. “I’m going to need to know more. Triggers, where you keep your meds, things like that.”
“I always have her inhaler and one’s in her purse,” Roman answered for me. “This is only the second time she’s needed it.”
“Usually it’s exercise like hiking or running that gets me, but during allergy season it can hit me like now,” I said with a shrug. “It’s not that serious.”