a breath. “I’ll try.”
“How?”
I stood, lifting my entire chair with me. “Hold still.” I leaned over him, the handcuffs making it hard. It was awkward as hell. I was half draped over his lap, the wooden chair pressed against my back, one arm handcuffed to him, and my other wrist hurt from the rope.
I got my teeth on Liam’s rope. Yuk.
Trying not to think about the germs, I tried to work the rope free with my teeth.
He made a sound and I looked up. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He was staring above my head.
“What?” I repeated.
“Well, you’re lying over my lap…”
That’s when I felt the growing bulge beneath me. “We’ve been kidnapped, and tied up, and you’re getting turned on?”
“Trying not to. Just focus on the rope.”
Right. It was much harder to focus when I could feel his hard cock against my belly.
Shit, now I was turned on.
I gave a hard yank with my teeth, and his rope came free.
“Yes!” I tried to get back up, but was pinned by my damn chair.
“Hang on.” Liam gave me a push.
My chair hit the concrete, and I dropped back into it. Liam rose, shaking his free arm while our other wrists were still handcuffed together.
“You next,” he said.
We might still be handcuffed to each other, but once I was free of the chair, we could at least get out of here.
Liam knelt in front of me. He leaned over me as he worked on the rope, one handed.
“The bastard did this up tight.”
I heard a noise. The screech of rusty metal.
There was a door opening somewhere. The sound echoed through the warehouse.
“Someone’s coming,” I hissed.
Liam rose. “Come on.” He lifted my chair off the ground.
We awkwardly hobbled across the warehouse.
Oh, God. I was handcuffed to Liam, and tied to a chair, and trying to make a run for it. Jack would die laughing.
We passed through a doorway.
“Look,” Liam said.
I saw the shadow of a forklift, and some tools and workbenches set up in the corner. It looked like some sort of workshop.
Liam rummaged through the tools, and lifted a knife.
I stilled. “If you cut me…”
“Trust me.” His teeth were white in the darkness.
I didn’t have a choice, but I suddenly realized that over the last two days, Liam Kensington had earned my trust.
“Do it.”
He sawed through the rope, and a second later I was free of the chair.
That’s when I heard shouts echo through the warehouse.
“We need to go,” he said. “Now.”
We ran together, trying to find some sort of rhythm with our cuffed hands. We found a wall and moved along it. I stepped on something with my bare foot and winced.
No time to worry about it.
“Here.” Liam stopped in front of a door.
He opened the lock, then shoved the door open.
It made a huge groan.
“Fuck.” Liam gripped my fingers. “Run!”
The cold night air hit us as we sprinted down a row of huge warehouses. Shouts echoed through the night behind us.
I had no clue exactly where we were, but the water was to our right. We reached the end, and I realized we had nowhere to go. We had warehouses to the left, water to the right, and water ahead of us.
Cursing, Liam tried the door to the closest warehouse. “Locked.”
I saw flashlight beams bouncing as people were running toward us. They were coming.
We both faced the water.
The water would be cold. Very cold.
Oh. God.
His gaze met mine. “No other option.”
I nodded and we walked to the edge. “On three.”
“Okay,” he said.
“One. Two—”
He jumped, pulling me with him.
12
Don’t Crash, Kensington
Liam
They hit the water with a splash.
Damn, it was cold.
Aspen came up sputtering.
“Shh,” Liam warned. “Take it easy.”
It was not easy to swim while handcuffed together. Shouts and flashlights sounded from the shoreline. He saw shadowy figures by the warehouse, flashlight beams arcing through the night.
“That way.” Liam pointed.
She nodded, and they moved through the water, finding a rhythm.
They swam farther away from the warehouse. The water stank. He was going to have to sacrifice another suit. It was also freezing. They needed to get out and fast.
“There,” Aspen said.
They were out of view of their captors now. Another warehouse was perched by the edge of the water. It was dark, and there was no sign of anyone around.
They pulled themselves out onto the dirt, and then stumbled up onto the concrete.
Aspen started shivering, her teeth chattering.
“How the hell…w-will we get out of h-here?” she asked. “We’ve got no phones. No m-money.”
“Come here.” He pulled her up and hugged her. “We’ll sort it