Chapter 8 #3
“I think we should only have one bed,” Damian said, clearly in agreement with the idea. “Although, we may have to rotate who sleeps by Arabella, because half you fuckers are terrible at sharing.”
“No, Razar is bad at sharing,” Blackwell drew out.
“That’s because she sleeps with me literally every night,” Razar growled, “which is how it will stay.”
I really wanted to see their expressions.
“Razar,” I hedged.
He was crouched down right next to me then, his eyes heated and intense as he offered me a small smile. “What’s up?”
I ran my fingers through his short buzzed hair with one hand, which was still a stretch because the guy was massive. “You know if this is going to work, we have to work together, right?”
Razar let out a low rumble. “I know nothing.”
“Truest statement I have ever heard,” Saint responded in a snapped second as Razar let out a low growl of frustration.
“Guys,” I sighed.
“Fine, but at least three times a week I get you completely to myself for sleeping,” he bargained.
“That’s a start, at least,” Amun said as I let out a sigh and nodded.
“We will figure it out.” I turned to Razar, who seared a kiss on my lips, momentarily distracting me from the road, and disappeared.
After that, the RV seemed to grow a bit more relaxed, as if my words had created some type of assurance that I hadn’t realized they needed.
Was talking about the future somehow making them feel better?
Interesting. Well, they probably didn’t want to know about all the fantasies I’d had regarding our future and how everything would work out.
I mean, we didn’t want to freak them out, after all…
even though Saint had literally been talking about marriage already…
My eyes suddenly widened as the realization that we didn’t use birth control or even talk about contraception slammed into me.
Well, I was glad I was on the pill, because I wasn’t overly concerned…
Although, did human birth control work with nightmares?
Maybe this was a conversation that needed to be had.
I tilted my head thoughtfully, wondering if it had occurred to any of them, and if so, why they hadn’t brought it up.
I mean, if that wasn’t a telltale sign of them being serious, I’m not positive what exactly was.
I wasn’t sure if I should find that extremely flattering or a bit terrifying. This entire relationship seemed to only function at one speed, and it wasn’t slow.
“Hey guys,” I called out, knowing I would have their attention as we turned onto a four-lane highway that would take us south, down to Indiana where we would jog west towards Chicago.
“What’s up, Bella?” Zain asked curiously, appearing out of nowhere to pull up my hair gently into a ponytail, which was super sweet of him.
Luckily, with my glasses I could see pretty well, but sometimes my crazy messy waves didn’t help.
Plus, I had to admit driving at night was far harder than I expected.
Also, did I take the blunt route on this birth control thing? I mean, I had never not been blunt…I could just say it.
“Nevermind.”
This would be an awkward conversation, right? Ugh! Why was I doubting myself now? I narrowed my eyes on the road ahead.
“Arabella,” Blackwell warned, “you can’t do that to us.”
“I just can’t see super well at night,” I answered, chickening out of the birth control conversation. “But you guys are tired after a long day, so I don’t want to— Or not!”
The sound of my seatbelt unclicking had my eyes widening as I was literally lifted from my chair. Zain slipped past to replace me, his hand on the wheel so we didn’t crash. Well, then.
I squirmed in Damian’s arms, scowling at him manhandling me. When he let out a groan, I froze, realizing how hard he was, before he plopped me down on one of the couches behind the driver’s area. Honestly, it was probably smart I didn’t drive, but I did feel bad.
“We have gone without sleep for days,” Razar pointed out in response to my statement about them being tired. I knew that was accurate, but I still hated it. His lips brushed against my ear. “And I know that wasn’t what you were going to say, so be prepared to tell me.”
Scowling at him, I went back to look around the RV instead of focusing on how that conversation would go, exactly.
The dark walls were lit up with low lighting along the base, lighting the path of the dark hardwood floor that complemented the cozy seating area.
The vehicle was currently compacted down to one level for driving, but when we came to a stop it could expand to a second story that contained flat cots for the team to sleep on.
Saint and Razar sat on either side of me, and on the other side was Blackwell and Damian. Cy was back in the master bedroom in the far back, the low lighting on as he searched through the bags for something.
This entire vehicle had everything someone could need, from the kitchen space to a small but luxurious bathroom. It served as a complete living space, which was ideal since my boys stood out enough that we couldn’t exactly stay in a hotel without attracting human attention.
I hadn’t realized I’d completely melted against Damian’s side, the rhythmic music and dark beat of the tires on the road causing my eyes to go heavy.
When I felt Saint drape a blanket over me, I let out a happy sigh, knowing that despite having slept after my experience with Saint, my body was still adjusting to all the changes.
A little nap wouldn’t hurt, I was sure.