Page 17 of Ignition

Whoa!Caleb! Come on, man?!

Get a fucking grip!

The plastic of the door creaked under my weight as I shifted, making me realize that somewhere between Nick getting into the backseat with me, fantasizing about sniffing the slick precum wetting his pants, and my own rapidly growing cock that I’d pressed myself so flat against it that I probably should’ve bought it dinner first.

“You can get out if I’m making you uncomfortable,” Nick mumbled, the barest hint of a growl lacing his tone. His hands gripped his knees, foot taking up the tapping in their place.

Out the window, fat drops of rain made it difficult to see past where they hammered against the glass.

“It’s raining,” I complained, motioning to my shoes. “And these are new. Michael Kars.”

Nick huffed, and if I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought the sound was a laugh, using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe away a bead of sweat that’d started a steady descent from his temple down his cheek. “Stuck between a rut and a hard place, huh?”

I laughed, but the inhale that followed came with a heavy dose of orange blossom that made my tongue feel heavy.

What would his sweat taste like?

Like his scent, or would it be salty?

Rain pelted the top of the car with renewed vigor, the roof's worn insulation making it sound even louder. Almost loud enough to miss the quiet groan that escaped Nick’s lips as he adjusted himself.

But not quite.

The sound drew a line from my ears directly to my cock, so stiff I wondered if one alpha’s rut could trigger another's.

Stupid, really.

Probably it wouldn’t work for every alpha, but with Nick? I was hanging by a thread.

I wracked my sluggish, overly horny brain to come up with something to say, eager to provide a distraction, but nothing came to mind. And with nowhere close to buy suppressants, and me about as hopeless at driving stick as I would be trying to recreateThe Kisswe were more than fucking stuck. We were stranded.

I’d love to call our driver, but Torrin was too green for me to know if he could keep a secret, and I wasn’t exactly keen to relay the story about how I bratted Nick into rut to my dad.

“Talk to me,” Nick said, his voice tight as he shifted again on the seat.

“W-what?”

“Talk to me,” he parroted, the growly edge to his voice deleting any thought that didn’t involve me landing in the alpha’s lap.

“About what?”

His sigh, signaling my failure, was loud. “Anything. Distract me, Caleb.”

“R-right—” I stammered, clearing my throat. But as soon as the broken word left my lips, every thought left my mind; the silence between us seemed to stretch for miles.

Come on, Caleb! Talk about anything. What’s on the top of your mind?

“You suck at this,” Nick complained, shifting again.

Before I could get caught up in staring at him again, I said the first thing that came to me.

“I can’t believe Dad is moving another fucking rando into my house. It’s like I’m being punished because your dad couldn’t keep it in his pants.”

I regretted the way I said it, but it didn’t mean I meant it any less.

Luckily, even while he was white knuckling his knees to keep control over himself, Nick had a sense of humor. Asmall, dry laugh left him, the massive alpha shaking his head with clear disapproval.

“They really fucked us, hey?”