Chapter 13
Aiden
Peeking through the driver's side window of the truck, I find my boyfriend still sleeping. “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I mutter. How strong was that joint?
Opening the truck door, I climb inside, slamming it shut behind me.
Sloane shoots up into a seated position, eyes wild and alert. “What’s going on?” he demands, looking around before looking at me.
I snort a laugh at the drool on his cheek. “We’re going to the bakery.”
“What?” He scrubs his face. “Fuck. My back is killing me.”
“Probably because you slept in the truck all night.” I start up the truck and pull out of the inn’s parking lot.
“What the fuck, man? Why didn’t you wake me up?” He glares at me.
My eyes catch on the words I’ve written on his forehead, and I turn away, trying to hide my grin. “Because you’re the one who chose to get high. I wasn’t going to drag your ass into the room.”
“You’re just pissed off you were made to look like an idiot in front of our pretty little Omega.” He grins. “Fuck. I hope she’s there. Maybe I can salvage this.”
“You’re joking, right? If anything, you’d make everything worse. Do everyone a favor and keep your mouth shut.”
“Damn, Daddy,” he whistles. “Did someone not get enough sleep? Because you sure are bitchy today. Should have taken me up on my offer to take away some of that pressure.” He grins. “The offer still stands. What do you say? A little road head is always fun.”
My cock twitches with interest. Sex is the last thing I should be worrying about.
He is right though, I didn’t get any sleep last night. All I could do is think about Lexi.
Not knowing if she was okay drove me crazy. We obviously upset her, scared her too. I hate myself for approaching her the way I did. I’m going to make it up to her, though.
I didn’t spend years looking for her only to lose her because of my own stupidity.
“You know you want to,” he taunts.
“Sloane,” I growl. “Enough.”
“You need to relax. Everything is going to be fine. That is, if you stop being Mr. Stalker. Something tells me our feisty little Omega doesn’t like that.”
“Geee. You think? I don’t think the hot liquid in my face was enough of a hint. Maybe it should have been when she kneed you in the dick. How is it, by the way?”
“It hurts,” he pouts, then thrusts his pelvis towards me. “Suck it better.”
“Fucking hell,” I growl, and he chuckles, a playful grin on his face. “I hope Lexi is level-headed. You’re enough brat for everyone around.”
“I’m not a brat,” he scoffs, pulling his pack of smokes out and lighting one up. “I’m a vibe.”
“You did not just say that.” I glare at him. “And those better be smokes, not a joint.”
He takes a puff and stares at it. “Uhh.”
“Christ,” I growl, opening his window. I snatch the joint from his hand and throw it out the window.
“Hey,” he grunts. “That was my last one.”
“Good. Because if you get stoned again, I’m going to drag your ass up to the woods and leave you there for the bears to eat.”
“I thought you loved me,” he grumbles, slouching down and putting his feet on the dash.
“I do love you, but I’m also losing my fucking mind. Sloane, we found her. We found Lexi, and we might have fucked it all up before we even got to officially meet her.”
“Ah, you fucked it up. I was just trying to clean up your mess.”
“Shut up before I stab you.”
“Mmm, yes, Daddy,” he growls. “Please do.”
“I fucking can’t with you today.”
On any other day, I’m used to Sloane’s antics. But my head is a mess, as is my heart.
Not only did I find the girl, but she’s also my scent match.
One thing I know for sure is, I’m not leaving this town without Lexi. And if she doesn’t want to go, well, I guess Widows Peak is my new home. Because there's no way in hell I’m ever losing her. Not after spending all this time trying to find her.
We pull up to the parking lot of the bakery, and I frown when I don’t see any cars around.
“Shit. Is this place even open?” Sloane asks, sitting up and looking around.
“Let me check.” I get out and go to the front door, groaning when I read the hours. Not open for another hour.
Disappointed, I head back to the truck and let Sloane know.
“What did you plan on doing anyway? Sit here and wait in hopes that Lexi comes by? Even if she was coming, if the bakery isn’t open yet, then they wouldn’t have anything baked for a while.”
“I couldn’t sit in the hotel room anymore,” I mutter, staring at the window.
This place truly is beautiful, with the mountains surrounding us on all sides.
“Well, I could have used a few hours of sleep in a real bed,” he mutters. “My back is killing me, I’m tired, and I have to piss.”
Getting out of the truck, he walks over to a nearby tree and whips his dick out before he begins to piss.
“What are you doing?!” I hiss, sticking my head out his window.
“When you gotta go, you gotta go.”
“Stop that!”
“No can do. It's already mid-stream,” he calls back.
“You are going to get us kicked out of this town! What if someone sees?”
And because the world hates me, two older ladies walk by.
“Howdy, ladies,” Sloane greets when they look over at him, gaping in horror as he continues to piss.
“Mighty fine morning today, isn’t it?” He gives his dick a shake when he’s done and tucks himself into his pants.
“A wee bit chilly. Makes my dingle berries want to go hibernate, if you know what I mean.” He winks.
“Anyway, have a good day.” He waves before swaggering back to the truck.
“What?” he asks when he sees the look on my face.
I growl, my hand shooting out the open window and hitting him right in the throat.
He lets out a choking sound, grabbing for his neck. “Fuck,” he grunts. “You throat punched me!”
“You’re lucky I don't do more than that!”
“Fuck. That hurt.”
“You done fucking around?” I’m growing irritated with his bullshit fast.
“Yes,” he growls. “Can we at least go somewhere else and not sit in the truck like a couple of creepers?”
“Oh, so now you’re worried about looking like a creeper?” I narrow my eyes. “You just had your dick out for the world to see.” I wave my hand in the direction he was just in.
“Not the world. Just two ladies.” He rolls his eyes.
“Who you most likely scarred for life.”
“Please,” he snorts. “I probably made them cream their panties.” He grins wickedly as he cups his junk.
“You’re giving off frat boy vibes. Rein it in. Have you taken your meds today?”
He grunts and opens the truck door, opening the glove compartment and grabbing a bottle of pills. He opens it up, taps one out into the palm of his hand, and pops it into his mouth, swallowing it dry. “Happy?”
“Yes, actually.”
Sloane has severe ADHD. If he doesn’t take his meds regularly, he’s much worse than this. At home, it’s fine. I love his crazy, impulsive ass. I find the way he can talk my ear off entertaining, and when he squirrels from one topic to the next, it’s cute.
But sometimes he can forget that the world doesn’t always think like him, and he’s gotten his ass kicked for it more than once. Not that the fucker doesn't love every moment of it.
He loves a good fight. I, however, don’t. Not unless it’s needed. Same for taking a life.
“Come on. I’m hungry. Let’s go to the diner down the street.”
The cool air starts to seep in, making me shiver. “I don’t think we’re dressed for the weather around here,” I mutter.
“What?” Sloane looks at me like I’m crazy. “You’re joking, right? It’s nice out.”
“You run like a damn furnace, of course, you would think that. You’re the kind of guy who checks the mail in shorts and no shirt in the middle of winter.”
“I don’t see the point in putting on clothes when it’s going to take me three seconds to walk to the end of the path and back. I’ve told you this.”
“Let’s stop in here.” I nod toward a clothing store.
“Fine. But hurry, I’m hungry.”
We head right for the coat section. I browse through them, deciding on a thick, plaid coat.
“Okay. I’m liking this.” Sloane grins as I check myself out in the mirror, grabbing the coat, pulling me towards him. “My own personal mountain man. Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Stop,” I chuckle, pushing him off me.
He doesn’t let me go, instead grabs the back of my head and holds me still so he can crash his lips onto mine.
I moan, loving the feeling of him against me. “Makes me want to bend you over and take you right here,” he growls against my lips.
“Don’t you dare.” I pull away, panting.
“I want you tonight. Just letting you know. I want to see our Omega, have her scent wrap around me like a blanket, then I want to rut into you from behind as I imagine both of us taking her,” he growls, nipping at my bottom lip.
“Fuck,” I grunt, rushing to adjust my erection. “You’re playing dirty, Sloane. Watch yourself.”
He smirks. “Baby, you damn well know this isn’t my dirty. I can show you my dirty. Let me get on my knees, and give the people of this town a real show.”
“Fucking hell,” I shudder, pushing past him. My pheromones are probably coming off me in waves. I prove as much when the man behind the counter wrinkles his nose as he rings up the jacket.
I smile and nod, paying for it before dragging Sloane out the door.
“Let’s get some food in you. Maybe you won’t be as much of a menace."
“You’re cute if you think that will help.” He pinches my ass, cackling as he ducks away when I swing for him.
We stop for a quick breakfast at Laurel’s diner, ordering a little bit of everything.
“Fuck this is really good,” Sloane groans as he takes another bite of food.
Casting a glance around the room, I find eyes on us. Not surprising. Since we came into town, everyone has been looking at us like we don’t belong.
I’ve been meaning to check in with the others, see how their hunt for Silva is going, but I’ve been too distracted by Lexi. I have a feeling that if Lexi is here, so is Silva. Harlan will find her in no time.
“Is it just me, or does everyone seem to be looking at us?” Sloane asks, wiping at his mouth with a napkin.