Page 31 of Bloodline Unbound

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 before tossing the empty bottle into the backseat. 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.

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