Free Hard Roads by Lily White Page A

I reached over and shook him. He groaned and raised his hand like he was swatting away a fly. I shook him again and on the second try, I got him to say some mumbled phrase that wasn’t exactly English. My bladder screamed again and that was it, I slapped him on the shoulder. “Wake up!”
    He stood up almost immediately, his cuffed wrist dragging me across the bed with him. I reached out to grab the blanket to keep from landing on the floor. It didn’t work and when I hit the carpet, a little bit of pee trickled out and I yelped when my shoulder was slammed into the ground.
    “Fuck, JD! Stop!”
    He looked down at me, comprehension settling into his eyes about where he was. Sitting down, he scowled down on me, bringing his free hand to rub at his eyes. “What the fuck, Munch? You don’t wake a man up by hitting him. I was about to swing on your little ass.”
    My feet were still tied to the base of the bed, so I was half lying on the ground with my legs held up and hooked over the mattress. “Could you please cut me loose? I seriously need to pee. I’m about to piss all over the fucking carpet!”
    He laughed as he stared down at me and the sound was rough from sleep. His hair stuck out in all directions. When he smiled, the corner of his mouth crinkled, a small dimple flashing on his cheek. He had a boy-like quality to him that would be deceiving if you didn’t know the son of a bitch that he really was.
    “Well, I don’t know. Looks like you got yourself into another fucked up situation. I’m not sure I should help you out.” Even rough from sleep, his voice was a gentle growl, laced at the edges with humor. I wanted to fucking slap him for still being able to sound hot as fuck when he was making fun of me.
    “Please, JD. I’m about to blow. I’m not kidding.”
    Maybe it was the pained expression on my face or maybe it was the fact that I was in a position that forced me to let go of my bitchy attitude towards him, but he didn’t argue again. Reaching down, he pulled me back up to the mattress before climbing off to retrieve his knife while still holding his one arm in my direction where we were bound together with cuffs. When he turned back around he laughed to see me lying stock-still and perfectly straight, doing everything I could to not lose control of my bladder.
    By the time he’d unlocked the cuffs and cut the tethers at my feet, I eased myself off the mattress and high-tailed it into the bathroom, but when I went to shut the door a large hand reached out, preventing the door from closing.
    Sitting down on the seat I looked up at a 6’4” biker with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning up against the opposite wall.
    “Oh, hell no, JD! Get the fuck out so I can use the bathroom!” I was practically screaming at this point. There was no way I was going to pee in front of him. I had a shy bladder and it hurt more to know I was in an area where I could pee yet couldn’t let loose because of the extra person in the room.
    “Nope. Sorry, Munch. I’m staying. Hurry up and pee and then we’ll walk out of here.” He was grinning as he spoke and I jumped when my bladder started to let loose regardless of his presence. My eyes closed out of irritation and the cramping in my abdomen was starting to resemble a stabbing pain. I had to go with or without the asshole standing in front of me.
    When I’d finished, I was absolutely mortified. Sure, I have no problem fucking the guy, but somehow that felt less personal than having to pee in front of him.
    Standing up, I wordlessly followed him into the other room and sat down on the bed watching as he packed up miscellaneous clothes and random stuff scattered throughout the room.
    “Where are we going?” My words came out on a bare whisper. I was too afraid of finding out what he planned to do with me.
    He half smiled in response, but his expression quickly returned to something bleak and angry within seconds. “I thought I told you it didn’t