Road Tripped (Satan's Devils MC Utah #1) - Manda Mellett Page 0,112

wouldn’t have sent him out on his own. “One person, or two?” I add hopefully, knowing Tiny’s probably a two-man job on his own.

Again Road’s head moves side to side. Did Road follow a clue and stupidly not let anyone else know?

Road’s moving nearer, flopping like a landed fish on the floor. It would be comical were the situation not so dire. He’s close enough for me to touch him now, and he’s mouthing something at me, using exaggerated movements.

Yet again berating myself that I never learned to lip read, I shake my head. He starts thrusting his hips up toward me.

Oh God. Typical man. Well, if he thinks I’m in any mood for… Road wouldn’t. Despite our last conversation, Road wouldn’t be asking me to give him a hand job, not in the situation he’s in, and not with that look of desperation on his face as though he’s trying to get through to me. Chained as I am, I can’t get my head close enough to him so I can hear him speak, and something tells me he wouldn’t want to shout anyway.

He mouths the words again, this time jerking his head at his groin area. My eyes look down. His zipper is up, his button buttoned, his pockets… I try out the word, “Poc-ket,” feeling my lips form the same shape as his had done. “Pocket? Something in your pocket?” A handcuff key would be great about now.

I indicate his right, he shakes his head, and nods to the other side. I’m conscious my hand’s getting very close to the part of his body I’ve been thinking far too much about when I feel something that I didn’t expect.

My eyes go wide. I don’t dare breathe as I slide them out, feeling something totally unexpected and amazingly wonderful as well. My precious hearing aids. They must have searched him. How the fuck did he manage to keep them from finding them? Sloppy, not a mistake I would make, but I’m not going to complain at being kidnapped by amateurs.

I don’t hesitate to put them in and turn them on.

But Road’s not yet done with his surprises. “My left boot,” he states, then rolls onto his stomach and flip flops closer until he can get his boot in reach of my hands. “No, not the boot itself, the heel. See that pin head? Pull it out.”

I do. My eyes growing even wider as what emerges from his boot is a long, thin stiletto. I waste no time cutting through the zip tie holding his feet to his hands, then freeing his feet. He changes to a sitting position, stretching his legs in front of him with a groan, then manages to offer me his hands. When I release them from their ties, he stretches his arms, flexing his muscles.

As soon as he’s shaken life back into his hands, he meets my eyes and says the words which come as music to my ears. “Let’s get you free.”

I jangle the chain and pull at the iron ring in the wall. “Believe me, I’ve tried.” But maybe between the two of us we could succeed.

But he grins and shakes his head. Instead of helping me tug, he sits beside me, taking my hand and placing it in his lap. It draws my eyes to his fly, and I try to concentrate on the cuff around my wrist, realising his intention.

“Can you pick it?”

“Let’s find out.” His brow creases and his eyes narrow in concentration as he places the tip of the stiletto into the lock. I sit stock still, already knowing the weapon is sharp.

Hardly daring to breathe, I watch. It’s only a second until there’s a snick, and the cuff opens. Immediately I rub my wrist, then, realising I’m free, I fling my arms around my rescuer.

“I love you right now,” I declare, immediately wanting to snatch my words back. I don’t hug or make emotional declarations.

“Only right now?” His voice is full of amusement, and he smiles.

Taking my arms back fast, I let them drop by my sides and redden, remembering all the hours I spent thinking about him. “Well, at the moment you’ve made me feel pretty good.”

His eyes sharpen, and his mirth fades, but still his tone is light as he leans in. “When we’re out of here, I could make you feel even better.”

As if moving all by itself with my brain incapable of getting it to follow a more sensible instruction, my now free