Claiming my Own - Chapter Thirteen

Quest raised the centre console revealing a hidden middle seat, I stared ominously at the spare seat as the boys had neglected to inform me of its existence. I squirmed in my seat as Quest drew closer, he repositioned his body weight so that he was now hovering just a few inches from me, the heat radiating from his body felt warm and welcoming as it drifted over to me. The scent of cinnamon engulfed me at that moment as I stared longingly at his exposed chest, his white button-down shirt revealed his glistening abs as the sun vibrated through the tinted windows and spread its rays across the crevices in his chest.

Those bastards, I thought to myself as I glanced suspiciously out tinted the passenger side window.

Cian knelt by the bed of the truck with a black car jack positioned under the frame of the pickup and turned the crank with a degree of annoyance as he turned to reach for the spare tire that rested beside him. The tinted windows obscured his view as he was greeted with a black