“Wait!” Oliver cried, “Where’s the tiramisu?”
Lucas baulked, “Sorry?”
“T-The tiramisu. I had it in my hand as we were walking.”
“Reed, I really don’t think?—”
“Ah, there it is,” he said, snatching up the lunchbox as it teetered on the edge of the water. “This is the reason we’re in this mess. There’s no way we’re leaving it behind.”
“I don’t think the tiramisu is to blame here, Oliver,” Lucas replied, squeezing his hip and tucking him against his body. The momentary reprieve brought on by the cold shock was rapidly wearing off, and by the time they reached the car, steam was rolling off Oliver’s soaking wet body.
“You need to get out of these wet clothes,” Lucas uttered, chucking the box of tiramisu onto the roof of the car. He spun Oliver to face the passenger door, arms reaching around to unhook the buttons of his shirt.
“L-Lucas, stop. We’re going to get arrested for indecent exposure.”
Oliver’s resolve quickly fell away when Lucas tugged the shirt down his arms, un-popped the button of his jeans and peeled them down his legs. “Kick off your shoes,” he instructed.
And Oliver complied, because the way the alpha’s hands dragged over his body turned his legs to jelly. “Lucas—Luca,” he panted, pushing his hips back. Then the alpha began unbuttoning his own shirt, and Oliver could just picture the headlines—‘High Enfield Exclusive! Police Officers Rutt in Shameless Display of Public Indecency!’They’d be sacked. Worse,prosecuted. Christ, he could not go to prison. How thehellwould he explain that to his parents?
But then Lucas was pulling his own shirt over Oliver’s head, the sleeves comically long and the hem almost reaching his knees. As he turned to face the alpha, he looked like a strange, pale-pink Victorian ghost, and was disgruntled to find Lucas looking rather pleased with himself.
“What?” Oliver huffed.
“Nothing.” Lucas smirked as he opened the door, ushering Oliver into the passenger seat. Andthank Godhe’d been wearing a white vest underneath the shirt, otherwise Oliver may have expired there and then. It did nothing to hide the hard muscle of his shoulders—and those powerful arms could make all the knickers in High Enfield drop with just one flex.
Lucas practically ripped the door off the Yellow Peril as he dropped into the driver’s seat, then stabbed the key into the ignition and started the car. By some minor miracle, the engine turned over first time, and they were speeding out of the car park before it had a chance to change its mind.
“You alright?” Oliver asked, reaching across the gap to touch the tip of Lucas’ bleeding nose.
Lucas swallowed, his face visibly relaxing as they pulled out of town and onto the main road. “Yes,” he whispered, taking Oliver’s hand and kissing his palm.
The tiny gesture sent another shock of pain to Oliver’s groin, one that made his whole body shudder. Throwing his head back against the seat, he arched his spine and braced his bare, shaking legs on the dashboard. His boxers were growing wetter, either from sweat, the pond or…slick. He couldn’t tell.
Lucas gripped his wrist as they sped towards the motorway, covering his entire nose and mouth with Oliver’s hand. He inhaled so deeply, it was as though he were trying to suck the scent right out of his skin.
“Fuck!” Oliver cried. “Take the next left. It’ll take us down the back lanes.”
“Reed, the motorway is the most direct route.”
“Yes! But at the speed you’re driving, we’re going to hit every fucking speed camera on the M6. Please just take the next left.”
“I don’t give a shit about the speed cameras, Oliver. I’ll happily take the points if it means I get you home quicker.”
Oliver threw his head back, unable to stop the bark of laughter erupting from his mouth. “I appreciate that. I really do. But you're forgetting that those cameras send a photograph of the vehicle directly to the ticketing office.”
“And?”
“And I donotwant sweet, little old Valerie in traffic to see me half-naked, with my legs up on the dashboard, writhing like a fucking snake! Take…the…next…LEFT!”
Lucas huffed out a laugh as he dropped Oliver’s hand, swinging the Yellow Peril off the main road and down the narrow lanes that would take them back to West Newton.
“Thank you,” Oliver said, around a relieved sigh.
Then they were both laughing.Why the fuck were they laughing in such a diabolical situation?As if to add insult to injury, the heavens chose that moment to void their watery bowels in a downpour of torrential rain.
“Oh good,” Oliver scowled as he glared up at the sky. “Don’t turn the windscreen wipers up to max. They have a habit of pinging off.”
Lucas shook his head. “Of course they do. Remind me again how this car is road legal?”
