S he was going to make me wreck the fucking car.

Sweet hell. She smelled so fucking good, like jasmine, moss, and sex. I wanted to whip the car onto the shoulder and bury my face between her thighs until she cried.

Bad thoughts. I couldn’t think about Logan like that.

I especially shouldn’t think about her wrapping those thighs around my hips as I sank my dick into her.

I squeezed the steering wheel and suppressed a growl.

She’d be exquisite. Soft skin, divine scent, and I already knew what she sounded like.

I was so fucking doomed. My dick pressed against the seam of my jeans with a vengeance.

She was literally holding my brother in her arms and I was thinking about stripping her naked. Peeling those leggings down, pushing her over the hood of the car, letting her cries fill the eerie silence of the endless corn fields that surrounded us.

I adjusted again. This was massively unfair. They were going to fuck as soon as we got wherever we were going. I’d have nothing but my hand to keep me company. At this point I’d give anything to be the one she took to bed with her instead.

Just one night.

One chance to commit the feel of her to memory.

Too bad one night would eviscerate the tenuous bridge Caden and I had managed to build. I tried to focus on the road. My eyes managed to, but every time I inhaled, the air was tinged with her.

God, I wished Caden had worse taste in women.

She was looking at me. I could see it out of the corner of my eye.

I chanced a look toward her and that was a mistake.

An inferno burned behind her eyes. Her mouth was parted slightly, soft, plump lips I could imagine parting even further for me.

Those dark eyes would look up at me like I was the world when she was on her knees for me.

I jerked the car around a vehicle and Caden yowled as I jolted him from his nap.

“Fuck. Sorry. Got in my own head for a second.”

“Want me to take over?” Logan asked.

“Nah.” I refused to look at her. “I’ll focus on the road. I’ve got us until at least St. Louis.”

“Okay. Let me know if you want to switch sooner.” She opened one of the water bottles we’d brought along and gulped half of it down. “Thirsty?”

“Yeah, actually.” I’d expected her to hand me a fresh one, but she held out the one she’d just had her lips on.

She was trying to kill me.

I took it so she wouldn’t think I was being weird, and I chugged it down, far too aware of the hint of jasmine from her lips, before tossing the empty bottle into the back seat.

I picked up our speed a bit. I was already cruising well above the speed limit, but I needed us to get where we were going so I could breathe some fresh air.

Hopefully out in the open I wouldn’t be distracted by thoughts of my tongue in her cunt.

We were still hours from our stop. Why was this country so fucking big?

“Do you think it could track us if I rolled the window down a bit?”

Leave it closed to be safe . Caden was staring at me.

I couldn’t tell if he knew I was suffering or not.

He had to know I could smell her getting ramped up.

If he could, then I could, and even if I didn’t have a cat’s sense of smell, she’d gotten obviously squirmy.

Gods, I hoped Caden wasn’t paying enough attention to me to realize I was too.

I was going to lose it by the time we got to St. Louis for a break.

Okay.

Fuck.

I could do this.

Focus on the road.

Why wasn’t there more to look at? I couldn’t wait until we got closer to the mountains.

I worked on breathing as shallowly as possible without making myself lightheaded, and eventually Logan fell asleep again with Caden passed out on her chest. At least if she was asleep, her hormones could fucking settle.

I should swing by a club or something when we finally got to Denver because this was fucking ridiculous. If I couldn’t have Logan, I could at least have fun with someone else.

I tried to ignore how the thought made me a bit queasy.

What the fuck?

I hadn’t slept with loads of people but my body count wasn’t small either. I shouldn’t be bothered in the slightest by the idea of fucking someone who wasn’t Logan.

She squeaked in her sleep, her arm falling to the side. Her curled fingertips brushed my elbow and it was like she’d stuck me with a cattle prod. I jumped in my seat and accidentally jerked the steering wheel but managed to keep us on the road.

Logan leapt awake, bracing herself against the door. “Seth, what the hell?”

“I’m sorry. You startled me.”

Caden glared at me. Pull over. We’re switching.

Logan stroked his head. “I’ll drive for a while. You two have a cat nap.”

I wanted to argue but there was no point with both of them against me. I pulled into a rest stop and we swapped places. Caden insisted on still sitting in her lap. I patted my own lap but he rolled his eyes at me.

“Where are we?” she asked as she pulled back onto the interstate.

I checked the map. “Bit over half an hour from St. Louis.”

“Find somewhere for us to eat and walk.”

“Can do.” Looking at my phone gave me an excuse not to look at her. Looking at her wasn’t going to help me keep control.

This was absurd.

I shouldn’t have been this affected. Logan was a regular human, not an omega, and that was the only thing I could think of that would make me this obsessive.

I watched her while she drove. Caden fell asleep on her lap and she was focused on the road, so I had free rein to look.

As traffic picked up closer to the city, she stuck her tongue out of her mouth, just the tip, as her brow furrowed in concentration.

I could easily imagine her as a child with the same expression, all her attention on some task, looking adorable as fuck.

Her scent had thankfully calmed down, though it lingered in the vehicle.

Now she was getting agitated with the other drivers, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

It was too bad I couldn’t soothe her as easily as she did with us.

My fingertips brushed the back of her neck before I even realized I’d reached out.

Her spine snapped straight and she let out a breathy groan that woke up my goosebumps and my dick.

I whipped my hand back before Caden opened his eyes.

She didn’t look at me, but I’d managed to flip some switch, and that maddening scent was floating around again. Logan was still shivering, weaving us through traffic as I fed her directions.

We got food and stopped only long enough to take a photo at the Gateway Arch before continuing on.

Every few hours we swapped off who was driving, stopping only as required for bathroom breaks and gas.

It was a miserable stretch of driving that took over thirteen hours to finally reach our destination—another cabin, this one situated past Denver in the Rockies, where we could be surrounded by the forest and isolated from the rest of the world.

We’d stopped at a grocery store and, unfortunately for my imagination, a sex shop, before continuing to our accommodations.

I was vibrating with energy by the time we arrived, and I hurled myself out of the car and into my panther form at the first opportunity.

Relief sank into my bones. The forest filled every sense and I swirled around a tall pine tree near the cabin.

Logan and Caden looked like death warmed over even with the frequent naps. Guess that meant I was on guard duty.

Lucky me.