Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 64979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
What if he was going to hurt me?
Fear crept deep into my pores as he came to a complete stop. The high I felt didn’t let up. One turbulent emotion rolled into another, and I simply reacted, jumping off the bike first. From that instant, he watched my erratic behavior as I backed away from him with my arms out in front of me.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I blurted.
He didn’t say anything as he cocked his head to the side and leaned back against his seat, staring at me through his chrome helmet. I still couldn’t see his face, and the longer he stayed like that, the more my insecurities took over.
However, my rationalization quickly overcame my distress, and I felt bad.
Shaking my head with embarrassment settling deep in my bones, I apologized, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that… I’m just… I’ve never… I mean, I don’t know… Wow… I suck at this.” Inhaling a deep breath, I rambled on, “I’ve never been to a street race before. Or on a wild goose chase with the cops. Not to mention, on the back of some guy’s bike I don’t know.”
He didn’t speak a word.
“If my parents found out I was there or here with you right now, they’d probably never let me leave my house again. I guess what I’m trying to say and failing at is, you really saved my butt back there. I thought I was going get trampled or arrested, and to be honest, I would have taken getting trampled over my parents finding out I lied to them about where I’d be tonight.”
Still no words.
He just sat there all stealth-like.
“You know the longer you just sit there with your helmet on, the more I’m freaking out, right?”
His demeanor didn’t change as he continued to watch me.
“Okay … good talk,” I sarcastically mocked. “Is there anything I can do to thank you for rescuing me?”
I mostly said that to get some sort of reaction out of him, so when he lifted off his helmet, revealing his identity, I instantly regretted my question.
“I can think of a lot of things, but why don’t you start with actually saying thank you.”
“You!” I seethed, feeling foolish.
“If you don’t want to say the words, then I can think of other ways you could show me your appreciation.”
My mouth dropped open, shoving him as hard as I could. “It’s you! Oh my God! You couldn’t have just told me that! I thought you were going to hurt me! Screw you, Tristian!”
“Screw me?”
I went to push him again, but he grabbed my arms.
“I just saved your ass from your daddy finding out you lied to him, and you’re telling me to fuck off?”
I yanked my arms away. “Why didn’t you tell me it was you under the helmet?”
“Exactly when was I supposed to tell you? When the cop was chasing us? Or before the worst thank you speech I’ve ever heard? It’s three words—‘Thank you, Tristian.””
“You’re a jerk! You just sat there, and I was scared!”
“And still, you’ve yet to say thank you.”
“Why would you save me if you don’t even like me? This could have been what you wanted.”
His eyebrows pinched together. “What I wanted?
“Don’t play dumb, Tristian. You’re no good at it. You know exactly what I mean.”
“Enlighten me then.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “You want me to get in trouble, so my parents will pull me out of school.”
“That’s what you think?”
“Why else would you be bullying me?”
He shrugged, shamelessly stating, “For my own amusement.”
“You asshole!” I yelled, blown away by his admission.
“You know,”—he smiled— “hearing you cuss is doing all sorts of things to my cock, kitten. You should get angry more often.”
“You’re unbelievable!”
“And I haven’t even kissed you yet.”
“Kissed me?” I spewed, taken aback. “That wasn’t a compliment, asshole!”
“That’s not being an asshole, kitten. Now this…” He got off his bike. “This is being an asshole.”
Before the last word left his mouth, he was in my face. Leaning forward, he picked me up by my waist and threw me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing.
“Tristian!” I kicked my legs and thrashed against his hold. “Put me down!”
“Stop it! I will in a second.”
“Now!”
I blinked, and I was suddenly straddling his lap, sitting on the bike with him again. Except, this time, I was sitting on his lap. Which unintentionally caused my legs to tighten around his back, making me gasp at the compromising position he’d put us in.
“Kitten likes this, huh?”
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Since you’re going to continue to bitch at me, I’m just making myself a little more comfortable.”
“By making me uncomfortable?”
“You don’t look uncomfortable to me. If anything, you look quite content on my cock.”
As much as I wanted to slap him and get off his lap, I couldn’t. I hated to admit it to myself, but I didn’t want to move. It was like I was having an out-of-body experience. Out of nowhere, my feelings toward him felt warped, mixing into a cluster of emotions I didn’t expect when it came to him. I didn’t understand how I could go from hating him to wanting to stay right where I was. In his personal space.