Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ANGEL
B elle saying she didn’t like my music hurt me and put me in a nasty funk, but seeing how genuine she is and sweet… Fuck, I’m an idiot. Who cares if she doesn’t listen to my heart and soul.
She’s welcome to her opinion, and by the sound of things she doesn’t get to have an opinion very often. I’m not going to force her to accept my dream, but I hope she will support us at least.
“Oh, these are perfect… I mean if you think they will like them?” she says, turning around and showing me the lap desk she has for Beck, and the video game she has for Tate.
“I know it’s nothing much, but it might make the trip a little nicer,” she mumbles, then blushes. “It was dumb, never mind.” She walks off to put the stuff back, but I reach out and grab her arm.
“No, Vixen, it’s perfect. I’m sure they will love them… but what did you get me?” I tease, and she laughs.
“It’s a surprise.” Putting the things in the cart, she does a full 360 spin, looking at all the things in the store. “I think that’s everything,” she states, then walks in front of me and pushes the cart.
I watch as her ass sways and follow after her when she gets too far ahead. My cock perks up, and I silently curse it to behave. I know we fucked last night… Well kinda, I am a little jealous Beck got her first, but she is his.
But that doesn’t matter. We didn’t bring her along with us to just keep fucking her, though I wouldn’t mind. I’m halfway in love with the sassy omega, and I know when she leaves Beck’s heart won’t be the only one broken.
As we reach the checkout, I place all the things on the belt, and she browses the candy, grabbing a few. “Tate loves Skittles, and Beck likes York Patties,” I tell her, and she grabs some of those too.
“What about Ken? I feel bad that he’s the only one driving us all the way. That’s got to be exhausting. Maybe we should all take a shift?” she suggests, and I smile. She’s really unlike every other omega and even some betas I know.
The moment they find out about our father’s wealth, before we even became famous, they would expect fancy gifts, dinners, and never once offered us something in return, or even a thanks. Well unless you count sex, and sometimes it wasn’t even that great.
Not like last night. The emotional connection I feel with Belle is indescribable, and if she’s not careful I may become addicted.
“Ken doesn’t like it when we drive his car, but we can offer,” I say when I realize she’s still waiting for me to reply.
“Oh okay then. I just feel bad. I’ve never driven a limousine before, but it can’t be much different than a car right?”
I shrug because honestly I don’t know. Ken has driven us almost everywhere. We have our licenses, but that doesn’t mean much when everytime we drive somewhere we have our guards with us normally.
Rich has to be beyond pissed that he’s not here with us right now. Damn label has him in LA already running security at the holiday event’s venue. They wanted to make sure that the stadium’s security was up to snuff.
I miss the asshole. He’s one of our best friends and a part of our pack. I don’t care that he’s a beta and neither do the others. He’s saved our backs more times that I can probably count and that makes him family.
The cashier rings everything up and Belle tries to hand her cash. I swoop in and give her my card. “No, Angel, I can’t have you pay for all of my things, at least let me separate it.”
I shake my head. “No, it’s fine. You can pay next time.”
“You’re giving me a ride all the way to California for free, please just let me pay.” Pouting at me, I almost give in.
“No,” I growl, and the woman behind the counter squeaks and swipes my card, then hands me the receipt. Belle’s gray eyes are blazing. She looks mad, but I don’t care. If she thinks that any of us are planning to let her pay for a thing this whole trip she has another thing coming.
The lady hands us the bags, and Belle huffs, stomping off toward the door. “Thank you,” I tell the cashier, and she reaches her hand out, but stops before touching me.
“Sir, I hate to ask, but my daughter is a huge fan. Would you mind an autograph?” she asks, and her hands are shaking. I give her a big smile and nod.
“How about you run back and grab our latest record? I will be happy to sign it and I’ll have Tate come in so he can as well.”
“That would be the greatest gift, Sir. Thank you.” She looks around and waves over a young man.
“Brandon, will you watch the register for a moment? I’m going on break.” He nods, and they switch places.
“I’ll wait here. I promise,” I reassure her, and she quickly rushes off. The automatic doors open, and Tate walks in, yawning. He looks over his shoulder, and Beck soon follows.
They spot me and join me over by the coffee shop. I’ve been contemplating on ordering something.
“So what did you do?” Tate asks the moment he’s next to me, and Beck’s biting his bottom lip, holding in his laughter.
I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms the best I can with my wrists covered in the bag straps. “What are you talking about?”
“Well we just woke up to a pissed omega, going off about a stupid alpha, controlling and domineering asshole,” Beck says, then bursts out laughing.
“She forgot we were in the car and essentially kicked us out after her tirade was over.”
“She kicked you out of our own car?”
“In a sense. I did need the bathroom. Which reminds me.” Beck walks off, and Tate waves his hand at me to explain.
“I wouldn't let her pay.”
“Perfectly acceptable,” he states, and I raise my hands into the air, smacking myself in the face with a bag.
“See. She totally walked off in a huff. We have more money than God. She doesn’t need to be spending hers,” I mutter, rubbing my nose.
The cashier rushes over, and her eyes widen when she sees Tate. Oh, right.
“Tate, I told… Actually I don’t know your name,” I say, facing the woman.
“It’s Becca, and I can’t thank you enough, Sir.”
She hands me the record and a sharpie. “I already paid for it, but your signature will make my little Ava so happy.”
I pop the cap and point to Tate. He rolls his eyes, but he knows the drill. Using his shoulder I sign the cover and make it out to Ava. I turn and hand the stuff to Tate and he does the same, using my back.
This isn’t our first rodeo. We hand it to Becca, and I put the bags on the ground. “Do you have a phone? We can record a quick video for your daughter.”
Her eyes widen, and she digs into her pockets, then frowns. Brandon walks over with a phone in a pink glitter case and hands it to her.
“Oh, thank you, honey,” she says to him, and his cheeks blush. She gives it to me, and I turn the recorder on, facing it toward me and my bandmate.
“Hey, Ava, we just met your mom here at Target and had to say hello to you,” I start, and Tate takes over.
“We hope you have an amazing Christmas, Ava, and give your mom big hugs. She’s pretty cool,” he says, and I end the video.
Becca takes her phone back with a shaky hand and looks up at us with tears in her eyes.
“Thank you. Money has been tight, but this will be her favorite Christmas of all because of you both. May I hug you? Is that okay?”
“Absolutely,” I say, and she rushes us into a group hug. I catch Beck over her head purchasing some things, and I smile. He may not want people to know that he’s a part of Knotty Trip, but he’s the heart and soul of our band.
“Thank you again so much,” Becca says, releasing us and wiping her eyes with a laugh.
“It was our pleasure. Merry Chirstmas, Becca,” I say, taking the cards from Beck. “Give your daughter and yourself the best holiday yet.”
I hand her the multiple gift cards that Beck just purchased, and she begins to blubber. “Oh, wow, you didn't have to do that,” she cries, and then takes one of the cards and turns toward Brandon. “Here, honey, go buy Ella that bike she wants,” she says, and now Brandon is on the verge of tears.
“I couldn’t Bec. You need it more than me. Ella can wait for her birthday.” She steps closer to him and pulls him into a tight hug.
“Go get the bike, Bran,” she says, and he nods.
After he leaves she turns to us again. “My husband died a year ago, and I haven’t been ready to move on, but that omega… the way he takes care of his niece,” she laughs and blushes. “I am fifteen years older than him.”
“Love is love,” Beck says, taking Tate’s hand and kissing his knuckles. She looks off toward where Brandon went and nods.
“I think you’re right. Thank you again so much. You just changed our lives in more ways than you know.”
We give her one more hug, then walk back to the car. Ken is laughing with Belle, and I hesitantly walk over to her after giving Ken the bags. Raising my hands, I move closer.
“Is it safe to approach?” I ask, and she rolls her eyes, but nods.
“I don’t like being controlled. I have been dealing with it all of my life. I’m sorry for being a brat.”
Lifting her chin, I press a kiss to her lips as she gasps and squirms. Before she can deepen it, I pull away, and she pouts.
“That’s not nice,” she huffs, and I laugh, bringing her into my arms for a hug.
“Cuddle with me?” I ask, and she nods. Ken opens our door and gives her a smile.
“Thank you for the snacks, Miss Belle,” he says, and she waves her hand in the air.
“It was nothing. I wish you would let me drive though.”
“Company policy, I can’t let anyone else drive, but I thank you for offering.”
Belle climbs into the seats across from where we were earlier, and I follow her. Beck and Tate climb in after, and Belle reaches for the bags.
Ken shuts the door, and soon the wheels are moving once again. “I know it’s not much, but I got you both something,” she says, handing Beck the lap desk.
His eyes widen as he takes it. “You didn’t have to do that, but this is great, and something I will definitely use. Thank you,” he says, pushing his glasses back up his nose. I notice the tips of his ears are red, and the way he crosses his legs doesn’t hide how turned on he is.
“I was happy to,” she says and hands Tate the game. “I don’t know if you have this one, but it’s my favorite. I saw you had a Nintendo.”
“I don’t have this one yet, and hey it's two players. Maybe we can play it together?” he asks, and Belle preens.
“I’d love that.”
I lean in and whisper into her ear, “And what about little old me?” I ask, and she laughs, reaching into her pocket. She pulls out the same CD I just signed for Becca and I laugh.
“I might not love their music, but you obviously do and I would never try to control what you can and can’t listen to… And maybe I’ll listen with you.” Damn, this girl.
I may own probably a million of those discs, but this one is special.
Pulling out one of the new blankets, I remove the tags and lay it over Belle and I. She looks at me with a smile. “Hey move for a second,” I say, grabbing a pillow and placing it along the side of the car.
Belle shifts, and I lie completely back, bending my knees and patting my chest. Rolling her eyes she climbs on top of me, settling between my thighs and grabs her new book, sighing.
“This is actually nice. I might fall asleep though. Fair warning,” she says, and I laugh.
“Hand me my headphones,” I ask Tate, and he digs in my bag, pulling out the wireless Airpods I use.
Placing them in my ears, I search for the audiobook version of what she just bought, then settle in for the next leg of the ride.
BELLE
Angel’s chest moves gently as he sleeps. Beck is playing a game on his phone, taking a break from his emails. I still don’t even know what these guys do for a living. Do they just live off their families’ wealth?
I wouldn’t judge them if they did. The world is a scary place, and stability isn’t a bad thing. At least they don’t act like pretentious spoiled assholes. Not like some of the omegas at school. Or my sister for that matter.
Tate groans and rubs his eyes. “I’m bored,” he complains, and Beck laughs.
“You lasted longer than I expected,” he says, lifting his backpack and pulling out a coloring book and markers.
“God, I love you,” Tate groans, and I have to hide how much his voice just made me slick.
I have been primed and ready to go since the moment I climbed onto Angel’s lap.
“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.