Chapter One #4
“Babe, if I could, I swear I’d get those cuffs off and move your arms out from under you, but there isn’t enough room.
” Her entire body shook, and her eyes went wild.
“Lyric,” he spoke in his harshest, most deadly, dominating tone before she could go into her full-blown panic attack.
“Look at me. Keep your eyes to mine. I swear on Czar’s life I’ll get you the fuck out of here, but I need you thinking.
Cooperating. You can’t have a panic attack. ”
Her eyes stared straight into his, and the sexiest pout he’d ever seen formed on her lips.
“I can, Keys. I can have a full-blown panic attack, and it’s your fault.
What idiotic reason did you think you had for waking me in a coffin?
” She practically spat the last word and those green eyes of hers blazed with fire.
He recognized that Lyric. He’d woken the little dragon, and she was getting ready to breathe fire on him. He could work with that.
“I was thinking I was bored as hell and getting turned on with all the bumps and twists causing our bodies to rub all over each other. Shit, woman, you’ve got those excellent tits pushed right into my face. How the hell else are we going to pass the time?”
He stared right into her vivid green eyes so he was able to see those building flames. Went from golden sparks, little fiery embers, to full-blown flames. Bog, the woman was fuckin’ gorgeous. And even sexier than gorgeous. Why the hell did she hide in her baggy clothes?
He didn’t need or want the tall, leggy blondes or the voluptuous abundant curves of dark-haired beauties.
He found he wanted a waterfall of silky red falling around him.
He wanted the tiny little body and luscious handful of tits.
They weren’t huge, but they were flawlessly formed.
The cradle of her hips gave him the perfect place to rest his cock.
Her ass. It had to be said, she had a world-class ass hidden in those baggy jeans she loved to wear.
Small, maybe, but firm and soft. Heart-shaped.
He’d spent far too much time thinking about her ass and what he’d like to do to it.
He was a connoisseur, and he’d spotted her figure under all that heavy material long before he’d stalked her and seen her in climbing clothes.
“You are out of your mind, Keys,” she informed him. “And if you bite me again, I’m going to bite you back. Hard.”
He grinned at her. “I like hard, baby. You put the steel in my cock, up to you to remove it.” He said it as matter-of-factly as he could. Taunting her. Teasing her. Hoping she’d go along with the game and forget about their circumstances.
The moment the words were out of his mouth, the fire faded into that intriguing, sexy feminine amusement that seemed reserved only for him. He thought of that soft, sexy look as an intimacy between them that was all his.
“You are so full of shit, Keys. I don’t make you hard. You just come wired that way. Don’t blame me for your lack of control.”
At least he’d distracted her, but that was a low blow. True, but still a blow. He had control, he just didn’t bother to exercise it.
“You suddenly have a foul mouth just because we’re in a dicey situation, woman. Don’t say shit. I don’t like you cussin’.”
Her eyes narrowed, but then she had that dimple that gave her away. “You can’t tell me not to swear when you have the foulest mouth I’ve ever heard. Every other word is the F-word.”
He was about to make her head spin. “Yeah, babe, but I’m the man. You’re a woman. I don’t like it, and I want you to stop.”
The truck was definitely slowing. Now things were going to get interesting.
She started to speak, deliver her comeback, but she became aware of their ride skidding in the mud. Of the pounding rain coming down on them. “Oh God, Keys.”
He brushed a kiss over her lips. The truck fishtailed.
“Listen to me. I want you to do everything I say. When I tell you to do something, don’t hesitate.
They’re going to open that lid and expect us to be out of commission.
We’re going to let them think that. You can’t give it away, no matter how scared you are, that we’re alive and well. ”
“What are you going to do?”
“Kill them. All of them. And you’re going to try not to hear a sound, or if they drag you out of here, you close your eyes and don’t look.”
“But I can’t help you. Even if they do get me out of here, I can’t feel my arms.”
Her fear was for him, not herself. He tucked that away to process at another time. The truck swerved, slid sideways. That made no sense; they were practically at a crawl.
“I have certain skills, Lyric. They’ll lift me out of here, and I’ll appear to be deadweight. They don’t know I have the cuffs off and I’ve kept the circulation going in my arms and legs. Trust me, babe, they won’t have a chance. I just don’t want you to see me do this.”
“I have scissors in a pocket of my jacket if you can get to them. Front left pocket. I always carry a kit with me.”
“Woman, are you telling me you attacked with a blow-dryer when you had scissors?”
Before she could reply, the truck spun, throwing the coffin against the sides of the bed. The truck hit something, most likely a solid tree, and came to an abrupt stop.
“Game on, baby,” he whispered when the jarring in his head from the wreck settled. He once more took her mouth. Gently. Reverently. If they didn’t make it, he was going out with the taste of her as his last memory.