THE SECOND WE LEFT the witches’ house, Nathan wound down the truck windows, but no amount of fresh air could eliminate the smell.
Ethan faced forward in his seat, long, shallow breaths seeping past his lips. Nathan’s hands gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. Sean sat with his free hand braced against the seat in front, his jeans in danger of ripping at the seams of his crotch. To his right, Josh made no effort whatsoever to hide his ever-increasing arousal, and he constantly peered over Sean’s well-placed arm until he practically hung off him like a chimp from a branch.
Nostrils twitched and flared, and I thought the insufferable journey would never end, but the gates came into sight, and I unclipped my seat belt, hand on the door catch as Nathan swung onto the
