Untameable (Haven Falls 3)

They instantly turn around and I dive back into the car. “Wait,” I call out before grabbing a handful of tissues. “You don’t want to leave without these.”

Tully rolls her eyes but grabs them before taking off. Shrugging my shoulders, I grab a few more and take off with her. You know, I don’t want to waste an opportunity.

Tully goes off to the left and I head right.

I find a nice little patch of grass and try to work out how to do this. Do I just pull my pants down or take them off completely? I don’t want to risk peeing all over them. I guess that answers my question. I whip my pants and undies right off, not really giving a shit if the boys turn around. I mean, that’s their loss, not mine.

I squat down in the grass and try to convince myself to let it go, but the awkwardness of it all makes it a little hard, especially when I look up and find Noah’s eyes on me with one hell of a massive smirk on his face. “Do you need me to sing a song or something?” he calls.

I give him a thumbs up. “All good,” I yell back, grinning to myself when I look further to notice Rivers standing across the other side of the road with his back to us, so very clearly peeing once again.

Geez, the joys of road trips.

I get myself sorted out, pleased as hell I thought of the tissues. I pull my clothes back on and start heading back to the Camaro, feeling as though I’ve just accomplished something. I mean, not many girls could proudly say they squatted on the side of the road, right? Me, though. I’m a fucking champion. Taking a shit like Rivers had to do after being locked up…now, that might be taking it a little too far.

We get back in the car and once everyone is happy, Noah takes off, and hopefully, our next stop will be the final one.

Ten minutes later, we drive past a gas station while Noah and Rivers howl like fucking hyenas.

Chapter 15

Noah slams on the brakes, jolting us all forward in our seats. I throw my hands up, bracing myself against the dashboard while feeling Tully slam into the back of my chair with a loud ‘Oomph.’

“What the fuck, man?” Rivers grunts, grabbing onto Tully, trying to pull her back, and only just having enough time to throw his other hand up to save himself from smashing into the back of Noah’s seat.

“Hold on,” Noah calls, pulling to the side of the road before glancing in his mirrors and performing a massive turn across the deserted highway until we’re heading back the other way. “I think I saw something.”

“Like what?” I grumble.

“Shut up, I’m looking,” Noah says as he leans forward in his seat and squints at everything before him as if that could somehow make him see better. I mean, why do people do this? Squinting is probably making it worse. It’s the same as when people turn down the music to help them see street signs or the numbers on mailboxes better. Freaking ridiculous.

“Looking for what?” Tully groans, rubbing the side of her face and unintentionally prompting Rivers to reach out and gently run his fingers over the red mark that’s appearing there. She flinches back from his touch and not a second later, hurt flashes in both their eyes.

“You’ll see,” Noah promises before a huge, face splitting grin takes over his face. “I fucking knew it,” he cheers, pointing out the windshield. “Look at that.”

Noah brings his Camaro to a stop in the middle of the highway, forcing me to whip my head around and double check that there are no cars sitting on our six. Satisfied that the highway is completely deserted, I give in and play along with whatever Noah has deemed to be the most exciting part of our trip so far.

Noah’s eyes settle on me as I look out the windshield and try to work out what’s caught his attention. It doesn’t take long for a smile to spread wide across my face as I take in the old street sign that’s well on its way to falling down, pointing towards an overgrown, forgotten, dirt road. “It’s Henley Road,” I beam. “It’s my road.”

“Sure fucking is, Spitfire,” Noah murmurs, proud as fuck of himself.

I can practically hear Rivers rolling his eyes in the backseat. Rivers and cheesy are two things that do not mix. “Fucking pussy whipped, cock sucking, pansy ass bitch,” he mutters to himself, forcing Noah to spin around and nail him with everything he’s got, giving Rivers a dead leg.

Tully leans forward over my chair, looping her arms around the headrest while ignoring the boys’ scuffle beside her. “Get out. I’ll take a photo of you with your sign.”