Road Tripped (Satan's Devils MC Utah #1) - Manda Mellett Page 0,60
means when people yank your chain? It means you’re accepted. I enter the house wearing a grin.
We’d left in such a rush, I hadn’t packed fresh clothes, but that’s okay, I don’t need any to sleep and what I’m wearing will be fine until I get back tomorrow. But my mouth feels like it could do with freshening up. I’m half wondering whether I should ask if anyone knows if there’s somewhere nearby where I can buy a toothbrush, when Rascal starts chucking packages at each of us. Automatically catching it, I realise it’s exactly what I was thinking of—a small kit containing a toothbrush, toothpaste and a disposable razor. Well, the latter I really don’t need. How prepared they are again makes me realise that nothing about this is new to any of them.
“Hey, Snatcher. I think I’ll go freshen up.”
“Sure, Road. Your bed’s upstairs, first on the right. Bathroom’s adjacent.” I give him a nod then go up to check on my lodgings for the night. Bed looks comfy enough, but hell, I just fell asleep in the back of an SUV, doubt if much will keep me awake tonight. After a quick peek in, I brush the fur off my teeth, then go back downstairs to find I’m just in time for the pizza delivery, which coincides with the return of Piston and Swift.
“Girl get home okay?” I ask, concern still remaining about the kid.
“Nah, I left her at Disneyland instead.” Piston rightfully rolls his eyes at the suggestion she wouldn’t. “We watched until she was inside, then drove away.”
“You speak to her parents?”
He shakes his head. “Not our way, Road. The fewer people who have eyes on us the better.”
“Kid saw you,” I point out.
“That kid was a mess,” Swift tells me. “She probably won’t remember any details at all. If she were older, we’d have worn masks, but those would only have frightened her more.”
They seem to have all the bases covered. I suppose they’re right, kids her age do not make particularly reliable witnesses.
It appears it’s not just me who’s suffering the aftereffects of an adrenaline rush. After stuffing our faces with food—I’m easy and there’s not much I dislike so I’m happy with the selection they got—someone flicks on the television and breaks out the beers, but it’s a fairly quiet night.
My leg’s really aching again now, maybe running earlier wasn’t the best idea in the world, so I pat my pockets to make sure the bottle of Tramadol I always carry with me is still there, then make my excuses and go to turn in for the night.
I piss, splash my face, use the toothbrush again, then strip off my clothes with the exception of my boxers and slide into the bed.
The day’s activities, the rescue, the overuse of my leg and the tablet I’ve taken mean I don’t toss and turn, just go out like a light.
It feels I’ve only been asleep seconds when movement causes me to wake. At first I’m groggy, then I realise there’s someone in my room.
“Who’s there?” I call out.
I do so at the same time as someone knocks into something. “Shit. Sorry, Road. Didn’t mean to wake you. Thought I’d do okay without putting on a light. Shit, that hurt.”
“What did you do?”
“Stubbed my fuckin’ toe.”
I flick on the bedside light. “What are you doing in here, Swift?”
Her brow creases. “Coming to bed.”
“But this is my room.”
“Sorry, princess, but there are only four bedrooms so we’ve all got to double up.” She starts undoing her blouse and throwing it down on a chair. Then her hands move to the button on her fly.
“Jeez.” I start to throw off the sheet, then remember I’ve stripped down to my underwear. I lean over the bed, reaching for my t-shirt. “I’ll go sleep on the couch.”
“What the fuck, Road? You worried I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself?”
No, I’m more worried about me keeping mine where they should be. I shouldn’t have the hots for Swift. Not only is she my partner, but she’s also not the type of woman I normally go for. I like mine soft, feminine, with curves. Long hair which I can wrap my hand around when she’s sucking my cock is a definite plus. Swift is lean, muscular, and I have no doubt every inch of her is firm, and her hair is cut into a short bob, not much to hang onto there. Her breasts are small, not the