Knot That Easy

Chapter 1

Nova

How many people can say their love story started off by being kidnapped?

Okay, so I wouldn’t exactly call this a love story.

I was trapped in a house with three criminal Alphas after I hijacked their getaway van in the middle of their latest heist. And rather than let me go, they kidnapped me.

And because the universe loves to fuck me harder than any Alpha could, they just so happened to be my scent matches.

The only Alpha I feel even a fraction of what could remotely resemble love for would be Ian. My sexy psycho Alpha. I don’t love the guy, but I sure as fuck am infatuated by the fucker. Ugh. Even admitting it to myself is hard.

Next on my tolerance scale would be Will. He’s a hard one to get a read on. But I’ve deemed him worthy of earning a chance to place his bite mark next to his little brother’s. He still has some work to do, though. We’ll see how things go.

But the one who I despise the most would be their big brother Nick. That raging asshole would have to get down on his knees and fucking kiss my feet before I let his mouth anywhere near my neck.

After the bullshit he’s put me through the past few weeks, he’s lucky I haven’t taken the gun he, not so discreetly, has hidden in his waistband and put a bullet through his head.

Fine, I wouldn’t say my dislike for him is that bad. But sometimes when he opens his mouth, it’s pretty close.

Like right now.

“Would you two stop it?” he growls, slamming on the brakes. The truck jerks to a stop, causing me to jolt forward, my lips ripping away from Ian’s.

“What the fuck!” I hiss, shooting the dickhead my best death glare. “What the fuck was that for?”

“You two have been sucking on each other’s tongues for the past two fucking hours. The truck smells like an elves’ whore house for fuck’s sake.” He shifts his body so that he’s looking back at us. “Can’t you two keep your damn hands off one another until we get to the hotel?”

“What else do you want me to do?” I huff.

“Sit here and twiddle my damn thumbs? You threw my book out the window. Thanks for that, by the way. You won’t let me have the phone Ian gave me for Christmas because you're afraid I might, what, call the cops or something?” I ask, raising a brow as I cross my arms, leaning back in my seat.

“At the very least, I thought we could listen to music. But nope. You like it quiet as a fucking mouse in here. So, all that leaves for me to do is get off in the backseat with my Alpha.” I turn to Ian, who’s watching the two of us with an amused smile. “Do you have an issue with this?”

“Me?” He points to himself, a sexy grin on his face. “Absolutely not.” He wiggles his fingers in front of his face. “These babies have a lot of life left in them.”

I bite my lip, trying not to smile as Nick curses. Squeezing my thighs together, my pussy aches to have those very fingers back inside me, where they’ve been for the past hour. Yeah, back seat orgasms are a lot more fun than you might think.

“What’s going on?” Will’s deep voice pulls my attention to Nick’s open window. I peek around Nick to see Will’s red hair before my attention drops to his curious green eyes. “Why did you stop in the middle of nowhere?”

“Because if I didn’t, these two were going to cause a fucking accident.”

“Oh, please.” I roll my eyes. “How? There’s no fucking cars around. The road is dead. What are you going to do, veer off the road and hit a fucking cow?” I throw my arms out, gesturing to the farm land as far as the eye can see. “Where the fuck are we anyways?”

“It’s called ice,” Nick growls. “The roads are full of it. I could crash at any moment.”

“Not my fault you're a shitty driver.” I grin, raising a brow. He’s not. He’s actually a very good driver. Probably because of all that practice driving a getaway car for their life of crime.

Or you know, escaping after murdering someone. Did I mention that fucker dropped the bomb on me that he was a motherfucking assassin before we left?

I’m still not sure how I feel about that. Part of me wants to push his buttons enough to see if he would kill me.

Not that Ian would let him. He’d gut his brother before he let Nick hurt me for real. That does not include this little fucked up game we seem to love to play.

If you’re wondering, yes, I am a very big fan of primal play, okay? It’s hot as fuck. I’m messed up in the head. Don’t judge me.

Maybe next time I could get him to wear a mask like the guys from the book I was reading. The same one he threw out the window. Fucker owes me a new one, I want to know how it ends.

Nick’s nostrils flare, but he doesn’t argue with me. Shame, it’s fun getting him going.

“We’re almost out of Indiana,” Will answers my question.

My brows shoot up. Huh. “And what state would we be going into?” I ask. It’s either Kentucky or Ohio, depending on whether we’re going towards the East Coast or more south. And that’s if they are even willing to tell me. They still haven’t told me where they live or where they’re taking me.

What’s the point of not telling me? I can easily read the street signs. If they didn’t want me to know, they should have blindfolded me or something.

“You’d know if you didn’t have my brother's tongue down your throat,” Nick grumbles.

“Aw, is someone jealous?” I taunt with a fake pout. “Do you wish it was your tongue?”

“I’d rather eat glass,” he replies dryly.

“Mhhm,” I laugh. “Tell that to your cock. It’s not only Ian’s and my scents stinking up the truck.” I sniff the air. “I swear I can smell a mix of gingerbread and snickerdoodle in here, too.”

“Get fucked,” Nick growls.

“I was trying!” I throw my hands up. “But you, Scrooge McDick, are cockblocking me.”

Will sighs heavily. “Could the two of you please stop arguing so we can figure out what our plans are for the rest of the night? Do we want to keep driving for a few hours or stop in the next town over?”

“Do I get a say?” I ask. “Because if so, I vote to stop for the night. As much as I’d love to keep going to wherever the fuck you guys are taking me, I’d really like to change.

My panties are soaked with slick, and there’s only so much Ian’s fingers can do before my pussy demands I straddle him and fuck him like my own personal pony. ”

“Fucking hell, Little Doe,” Ian growls, shifting in his seat as he adjusts his erection. “You're playing dirty.”

“Wanna see how dirty I can be?” I ask, biting my lip as I give him fuck me eyes.

“We’re stopping for the night,” Nick barks. “It’s either we let these two bang it, or I fucking kill the two of them and feed them to the nearest pen of pigs.”

“Ugh.” I put my hand over my heart. “I feel the love.”

Nick narrows his eyes in the rearview mirror, and I give him one of my bratty, smug grins.

He thinks it’s going to be Ian and me banging it out, but honestly, even though I told the asshole he wouldn’t get anywhere near my pussy any time soon, I’d love a good hate fuck right about now. If he’s a good boy, maybe I’ll let him knot me too.

“The next town is thirty minutes away. Here.” Will opens the door. “You drive the van.”

“Thank fuck,” Nick mutters as he takes off his seat belt.

“Oh!” I speak up. “While we’re making requests, could we please stay somewhere that doesn’t smell like mildew? Why are we staying in dingy motels when you guys say you’re rich as fuck?”

“Because dingy motels let us pay in cash.” Nick swings his glare my way. “It helps us not draw attention."

“Yeah, because the big-ass, white, kidnapping van back there doesn’t,” I deadpan.

Nick shoves his way out of the truck. “Good luck with that one,” Nick shouts as he takes off. “You’re going to need it.”

“What a big baby,” I mutter, taking my seatbelt off as Will gets in.

“Where are you going?” Ian asks, frowning.

“As much as I love your fingers inside me, I really don’t want to be the reason we end up in a ditch.” I lean in and press a hard kiss to Ian’s lips. “I’m gonna sit in the front with good old Willy-boy here.”

Will snorts, shaking his head as he puts his seatbelt on. “What made you, all of a sudden, care if we crash or not?” Will asks, casting me a subtle but amused grin as I crawl my way to the front, taking the passenger's seat. “And not when Nick was driving?”

“Because I don't like him.” I shrug, putting my seatbelt on.

“And you like me?” Will asks.

I look over at him and smile. “Maybe just a little,” I answer with my finger and thumb showing a small space between them.

He snorts again, bringing his attention back to the road, and I almost see a smile.

Throwing it in drive, we continue our way down the road.

“So, what’s your view on the radio?” I ask Will.

“What?” He shoots me a confused look.

“Jolly old Saint Nick is a buzz kill. He wouldn’t let me listen to anything,” I mutter.

“Ah,” he chuckles softly. “I like music while I drive.”

“Thank fuck,” I groan. “I could kiss you right now.”

Will’s lip twitches. “Maybe later,” he says, surprising me.

“Ha! He has jokes. I like it.” I laugh as I turn on the radio. Only, I hope it’s not a joke. I like kissing Will. I like doing a lot of things with Will. Things I’d like to happen a lot more.

His cock and knot. I’m talking about fucking him by the way. Because, mhhmm, that man knows how to work the baseball bat between his legs.

“How has Duchess been today?” I ask Will as I skim through the radio stations.

“She’s been good. She cried for a little bit, but after a while she settled down like normal.”

Duchess is the white and black fluffy Ragdoll kitten I found while we were snowed in.

She’s my sweet baby girl. As much as I’d love for her to be in the truck with me, it was clear she hated being cooped up.

So, Will put her in the van with their stolen goods and let her roam around the back of it so she wasn’t confined.

Probably not the safest, but seeing her freaking out and stressed made me stressed, and that put all the Alphas on edge.

“Good. I think she will be happy to be out of there for the night.”

“Here.” Will pulls out his phone. “I have Spotify. Hook it up to the Bluetooth.”

My brows jump. “You’re handing me your phone? Aren’t you afraid I might call the cops or something?”

Will shakes his head. “No.”

“What makes you so sure about that?” I ask. “Maybe I’ve been planning my escape this whole time?”

“If you were going to escape, you could have easily done it any of the other nights when we stopped,” Will points out. “Now, be a good girl and pick the music before I change my mind.”

I huff, trying to play it off like him calling me a good girl didn’t just fill this truck with a burst of candy cane and chocolate, and unlock his phone. “No password?” I ask.

“I don’t have anything personal on there. It’s for calls. And music.” He shrugs.

“So, there’s no photos in here you don’t want me to see?” I ask, wiggling my brows.

“No,” he answers. “I don’t take photos.”

“Shame. You're really pretty to look at.”

The look he sends me is heated, and it takes everything in me to pry my eyes away and hook his phone up to the truck’s Bluetooth.

Playing around with Will isn’t the same as it is with Nick. He gets me flustered and fills my belly with butterflies. I both hate and love it. It’s something I’m not used to yet.

Once the phone is connected, I pull up the app, search for ‘2000’s greatest hits’ and pick a playlist.

When Check On It by Beyoncé starts playing, I grin and crank up the volume.

Maybe the rest of this trip won’t be so bad.