Turning The Page

Thirteen

After the fifth cab shaking growl in just as many hours, the sound of Daddy's road rage never fully dying down enough for us to properly listen the rest of the audiobook we had been working on I finally break my silence and put my crocheting down long enough to let my left hand wander over to Silas's lap to give his right knee a gentle squeeze to get his attention. It takes a moment for him to register the feel of my hand, but as soon as it slides from his knee to his inner thigh I know I have his attention.

I wait until his growls die down enough for me to be heard without needing to raise my voice at all, the way he immediately tries to choke it off and glance over at me to make sure I'm not in any distress at all... His worry mostly seated with my muttered statement over wishing the knotting plug could get a little bigger after we had gotten on the road again... My beautiful Daddy so worried over whether or not I end up going into heat finally when we aren't in a position to take care of me... Like on the highway with no exit in sight and no place to really pull over safely...Which may explain why he seems so fussy over every single car that even gets close to us, and may the gods ignore the curses he calls down on the poor souls who are actually adhering to the speed limit, "Daddy, do you want me to drive?"

"You know how to drive?"

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Silas

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It's hard to keep the surprise out of my voice and my eyes on the road... But my sweet Baby hasn't ever mentioned ever driving himself... Anywhere. All of the stories that he's shared with me so far from before we found each other have mostly been one, about books... and two...With some kind of partner in crime, whether it be Agatha or Quinn... The second one always a surprise simply because as Quinn's Alpha I shouldn't have let him get away with half of it...

"I know how to drive... I even have my license... I just kind of prefer not to because traffic makes my anxiety act up. But if you need a break for a little bit I can take over for a little while." It's something that he's never offered before... And having seen his anxiety in action before I can't exactly blame him... Which makes it even more special and even sweeter that he's offering to do it now.

"I've got it, Baby Boy. You just sit tight and work on... What is that again? The purple one is- it's the couch blanket? The shell-stitch one?" It had taken very little effort on my part to listen to my beautiful Princess when he takes the time to explain all the different facets of his soothing hobby to me, its importance lying in the fact that it brings my sweet Baby peace when he's feeling restless.

"Yes, Daddy, it is the blanket for the couch... But are you sure? I think I'd be alright if you need an hour or two to relax." My little Bean is so absolutely thoughtful and full of kindness, and with every single second passing with the two of us trapped in a car with each other, I realize just how much I really do enjoy his company. If anyone else was anywhere near me right now on our way to the conference I have successfully avoided until now I'd be more likely to tear them a new one for just breathing in my direction with how cooped up and cramped I feel having been in the car for so long... Even my own sister, Becky, refuses to ride with me if we know the trip is going to be more than an hour tops... But with Adrian, it's so strikingly different. His presence is soothing and calm, and there isn't any pressure for me to try and keep up any kind of conversation while I try and get us to where we're going without one of the morons on the highway with us causing an accident.

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Adrian

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I mean the offer when I make it...I do think I'll be okay if Daddy needs me to drive so that he can take the time to calm his wolf and decompress a little bit because just like how I know he feels about me, I'd do just about anything to take just as much care of him as he does of me.

"I got it, Baby. I'm sorry I got a little carried away there... Six lanes of dumbassery don't really bring out the best in me..." Silas sounds so apologetic as one of his hands drops down so he can give the hand currently stroking his inner thigh a squeeze that lets me know that his tone of voice is completely genuine. He knows his unrest leads to me feeling anxious, and generally, he tries to keep his temperament in check so as not to overwhelm me and he knows I appreciate it beyond belief.

"Is there anything I can do to make it better?" It wouldn't be much longer before we would have to pull over for gas anyway...So I don't see why there is any reason why I can't ease my hand into Daddy's jeans and work up an excitement that I'd love to wrap my lips around so that I might listen to his moans and happy growls drown out the audiobook instead of his grumpy growls... If not for his enjoyment... For mine... I hadn't realized just how much it would bother me not to have sex today... Yes, it had been hard waiting for my bottom to heal when we had played a little too roughly... But that wasn't anything compared to how uncomfortable I feel at the moment... Or how often I find myself rubbing my thighs together to stimulate the marks hidden under my pajama pants because Daddy would notice and be concerned if he catches me reaching down to squeeze them every ten minutes to get some relief of the aching building up in my core trying to press down on the plug we had both thought would satisfy me more than it currently is.