Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

than actual handcuffs, but seriously, the bastards were starting to piss him off.
    He slid his hand along Grayson's front, getting in a little gratuitous grope in addition to searching his pockets. "Nothing, turn over."
    "Didn't seem like nothing to me," Grayson whispered.
    Mac blew out a breath, his face heating again for the hundredth time since he and Grayson started getting frisky. "Just roll over and let me grab your ass."
    Grayson scooted around, his body scraping on the wood floor. Mac waited, his fingers itching to slide along Grayson's curvy ass. Guys usually didn't have big butts, especially white guys, but Grayson had the best ass he'd ever seen on a guy. Made him want to slip between his cheeks, sinking into his luscious body. Mac groaned, his dick getting hard even though they were in a stupidly desperate situation and he shouldn't be thinking about sex.
    "Okay, grope away."
    Mac slid his hand over Grayson's body, trying his best to ignore the aching need between his legs. He focused on searching the guy's pants pockets. First the one on top, then he wiggled a bit and stuck his fingers in the other pocket, clasping onto something hard and thin. His fingers wrapped around the object and he pulled the small thing out.
    "Hey, I've got something."
    "Ah, my razor blade, has to be."
    "Shit, is this that damned thing I always make fun of you for having?" Mac groaned.
    "Yes, it is. Aren't you glad I'm a– what did you call me last time? A stupid idiot for carrying around that crappy piece of shit?"
    "Yeah, yeah. Here I'm passing it to you. I don't know how to work the thing."
    Mac would pay for this later. Grayson knew how to hold a grudge and make you think it was a good idea that he had. Hell, if they got out of this because of that stupid little piece of plastic and metal, he'd buy one for himself.
    "I don't want to cut you. The razor is sharp. I've already cut my finger, so I'm going to try mine first."
    "Be careful."
    "Yes mom."
    "Shut up. Seriously, don't cut yourself too bad. I don't want to have to clean up your blood from the back of this truck.
    Grayson grunted. "I can always count on you to make me feel better."
    They'd used this type of banter in the past to diffuse stressful situations, but this time the humor was lost on Mac. Grayson meant too much to him to joke about him dying. He gritted his teeth, scooting further away from the guy, careful not to bump into him as the truck rumbled down the road.
    Time stood still. Mac waited, about to crawl out of his skin as anticipation for Grayson's signal that he'd cut through the zip strip wound through him. The tension built inside of Mac, irritation ready to spill out when Grayson spoke.
    "Done."
    Mac cursed to himself, relieved they were free to form a resistance of some sort, even if the defense seemed lame. Grayson grabbed onto Mac, finding his hands in the dark.
    "Don't move. I don't want to mar your beautiful black skin."
    Mac rolled his eyes though Grayson couldn't see him in the dark, "Shut up and get me free."
    Grayson didn't cut off the zip strip, instead his best friend moved and pressed against his shoulder.
    "Babe, you're beautiful. Don't ever doubt it. I want you safe and I would die if I ever hurt you." Grayson's lips brushed against his jaw.
    The words were on his tongue, begging to be said, but he couldn't, not yet and not hidden in the dark. "Thanks." He wanted to see Grayson the first time he said those words.
    "Don't forget it either." The scratching sound of Grayson moving prompted Mac to roll over, exposing his hands. Hopefully he'd be free in a matter of seconds. The relief of pressure around his wrists brought joy to him, quickly replaced by worry. Sure, their arms were free, and their legs would be soon, but how the heck would they get out of this death trap?
    He didn't have to wonder for long. The truck braked moments after he and Grayson freed their legs. They hadn't crawled to standing yet and were lucky they'd stayed on the ground as they were tossed backwards then forwards with the momentum of the vehicle.
    "Show time," Grayson said.
    "Any clue what we're going to do?"
    "Nope. You?"
    "Pretend we're still captured? How about we play that game?" Mac suggested.
    "Sounds fun. When they come in to grab us we kill them with our wit?"
    "Sure, like usual."
    Mac laid down like he was still out and had his hands and feet bound. With the truck stopped it wasn't hard to pretend. He only hoped they had a chance to overpower the