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Isuspected he just wanted to get away fromJeremy.

ChapterSix

JEREMY

Adrian'svintage truck had one long bench seat, not an extended cab with lots of leg room like myBFFAshowned, which meant, withNelsonin the truck with us, things were cozy.Ididn't mind sitting in the middle.Asthe youngest kid in my family, that’d always been my spot.

Theright side of my body was wedged againstNelson.Hewas pressed up against the door as if to give me as much space as possible.Whata sweetie.Althoughhe didn’t move or say all that much,Igot the sense he wished he could fade away.

Allin all, that wasn’t an unusual reaction to being up close and personal with a complete stranger.Ihad experienced something similar whenIcaught the bus during rush hour, andIhad a feelingIliked people a lot more thanNelsondid.Buteven withNelsontight to the door, it didn't give me a lot of elbow room to pull out my notebook again.Isupposed waiting until tonight wouldn’t be the end of the world.Ijust had so much to write down andIdidn’t want to forget any of it.

Ofcourse,Iwanted to ask more questions too, butIwas reluctant to risk it without any way to take notes.Isighed and wiggled in my seat again, testing how much roomIcould steal.Theanswer: not enough.

Fine.

I’dspend some time figuring out who my sexyVikingwerewolf would fall for.Istared out the windshield and let my mind wander.Iloved enemies to lovers stories.Oh, or the grumpy one falls for the sunshiny one?Thatwas a good one too.Beautyand theBeastseemed a little too on the nose—not that werewolves were beastly.AtleastAdriansure wasn't.

Ishouldn’t think aboutAdrian'ssexiness right now because he was already distracting the hell out of me.Iwas hyper aware of every little thing he did as he drove.Whenhe accelerated or tapped on the brake, the muscles in his thigh tightened and relaxed against my leg, making my body imagine it as a veryPGcaress.

Ofcourse, my body’s reaction was anything butPG.

Andthe same could be said forAdrian'sbroad shoulders and muscular biceps when he put on his signal light—everywhere we touched felt alive with awareness of him.Thewhole left side of my body tingled and sang in anticipation of what elseAdriancould be doing with his body against mine—well, if we weren't clothed and barreling down the road in the presence of one of his team.

Andeven worse, ifAdrianhad a nose with superpower-strength sniffing abilities, the werewolf would know exactly how fired upIwas getting.Inthe booksI’dread, the wolfy heroes always smelled things like that.Iglanced towardAdrian, wishingIcould figure out ifIwas releasingplease fuck mepheromones and making things awkward.AtleastI'dmade the decision to keep my backpack in the front with me.Holdingit in my lap meant no one saw how much my dick liked the situation.

Betweenthe low hum of my arousal and the flurry of questions in my head,Iwas not at my best.

IwishedI’dgotten more sleep last night, soIwas better prepared for today.Although, it was safe to say that none of today had gone howIthought it would whenI'drolled out of bed this morning.Imean, who could have predicted this?Certainlynot me.

Weexited the highway shortly after leaving the others.Adrianthought it'd be safer to take a backroad to the city.Ihadn't argued.Iknew nothing about running away from bad guys, butIwas all for being as safe as possible.Whenthe roadside signs announced we were getting closer to the city,Adrianrelaxed in his seat.Ihadn’t realized until then just how muchAdrianwas worrying about this.

Andnow that worried me.

Idesperately needed a distraction, even ifIcouldn’t take notes.

"So,Nelson, what's your superhero power?"

Theguy's cheeks pinkened adorably.Whata sweetheart.Hemight dress all in black like the goth villain in aB-rated movie, butIbet he was just shy.Iwanted to pinch his blushing cheek, muss up his dark hair, and tell him everything would be okay.

"Theterm is supernatural, not superhero,"Nelsoncorrected, but he didn't seem offended, just uncomfortable.

"Meh.Yousay soda,Isay pop.It'sthe same thing, isn't it?"

Besideme,Adrian'sbody started to vibrate.Hewas growling again.

"Don'tworry, handsome,"Isaid toAdrianasIpatted his leg.

Shit, that muscle was rock hard under my hand.Ikind of wanted to poke it or squeeze it.Idefinitely wanted to run my tongue over it.Nowprobably wasn’t the time for that though.Icleared my throat.WhatwasIsaying again?Ohright.Ishould be upfront withAdrian, so he knew whereIstood.Hehad no reason to be all growly.I’dalready decided he was mine if he was open to that idea.And, if the possessive growling was anything to go by, it sounded like he was.

"Evenwithout the magical jizz, you'll always be my big bad wolf,”Isaid. “ButIthoughtIshould get to know your friends."

"Magicalwhat?”Nelsonchoked, then shook his head hard. “Nope.Nevermind.ForgetIasked.Idon't want to know."

Howhad none of these people heard of mpreg?Likeseriously.I’dhave to introduce them to some of my faves.Althoughto be fair, the comment was a little out of context forNelson.Maybehe hadn’t understood whatImeant by magical jizz.ShouldIexplain?Nah.Iwas on a fact-finding mission.Mpregdiscussions could happen later.But, even still, my brain had already started making a list of my top mpreg books.Itstarted with some omegas who were irresistible.IbetIstill had book one as an audiobook on my phone.Wecould listen to it.

Thenagain, maybeIshould wait to introduceAdrianto that series when we were alone again.AsIrecalled, things got pretty spicy pretty fast.

Wait,Iwas getting distracted.