‘Well, either make it happen or hold it in. I’m not standing here like a fleshy cock-stand all night.’
His eyebrows raise, and I can tell he wants to clap back with innuendo, but he bites it back. A moment later, a splash makes me jump.
‘Hold it steady,’ he yelps. ‘I don’t want to get it on my jeans.’
I want the ground to open me up and consume me whole. This absolutely isn’t what I signed up for. Yet, rudely, the car park remains firm beneath my feet, and I’m forced to stand there like a spare prick until he finishes.
I drop his cock the second he stops and shudder.
‘Well, that’s a bit rude,’ he says with a smirk.
‘Don’t try me.’
I clean him up with a baby wipe, being as brisk as I can be, before wiping my hands down four times. I have to avoid the puddle with every step while grappling his legs back into the car before slamming the door closed. I move the car to a different spot to try to distance myself from the entire wee-scented episode.
Determined to sleep, I lower my seat-back before reaching over Roman and doing the same. The closeness to his face makes me cringe, and I’m wholly regretting embarking on this absolutely insane endeavour by the time the seat inches into place.
Pretending I am in full control, even though internally I’m spiralling at an increasing rate, I pull out some cable ties.
‘What are you doing with those?’ Roman asks, narrowing his eyes.
‘Making sure you don’t scarper the minute the drugs wear off. Or kill me or something.’
‘You’re worried aboutmekillingyou?’
‘You’re pretty angry.’
‘Of course I’m bloody angry. But I’m not going to kill you.’ His voice hits a note of incredulity.
‘I’m not going to just take your word for it.’ I shrug,fastening a tie around his wrist and zipping it to the door pull. There’s nowhere to attach his other hand to the centre console, so I loop the other tie around the first on his other wrist and attach them together.
‘This feels unnecessary,’ he says.
‘It’s happening. Get some sleep.’
And despite him being the one tied up, he’s sleeping soundly long before I can drop off.
TWELVE
ROMAN
‘Oh fuck,’Maggie says, her voice a ragged whisper. ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!’
I try to move, only for the bite of the cable ties to remind me I can’t.
With gargantuan effort, I pry my eyes open, taking in the dark interior of the messy little car.
‘What’s wrong?’ Well, apart from the fact I’m tied to a car.
‘Police,’ she hisses through her teeth before climbing over the central column and parking herself solidly on my lap.
A white flash of a car’s main beams dances across the ceiling, and I glance toward its origin to see a familiar blue and yellow pattern on the vehicle that’s pulling up across from us.
Letting out a satisfied laugh, relief washes throughme in a warm blaze. Karma’s finally coming down on the maniacal pocket rocket currently straddling me.
‘You’re fucked,’ I say.
Maggie grips me firmly by the hair and leans close, whispering in my ear.
