Five
Regan
Stupid.
That’s me wrapped up in one word. Stupid.
But it wasn’t enough to make me not find the man threatening my ex while eating a cookie attractive.
And it wasn’t enough to stop me from considering if I should push my new rebellious ways and ask for a few more things than only a ride on a motorcycle. He leaned down, his hand gripping my hip harder.
It wasn’t like I would have a boyfriend anymore. Elliot would get one text, and then his number would be blocked.
Rook’s lips brushed up my neck, and for one second, I thought about giving in. About being laid out on his bike and finding out exactly what he thought he would give me that Elliot couldn’t.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to touch me?”
“I lied.”
“Well, then, so did I,” I said, grabbing a cookie. I brought it up, shoving it in his mouth. “I don’t want to be a rebel.”
I held my breath as he took in what I had done. For one beat of my racing heart, I remembered we were alone in a dark alleyand I was physically rejecting him. I stayed frozen, waiting for whatever type of retaliation would come.
He stood up straight, pulling the cookie from his mouth, laughing. “I wondered if you were going to share more,” he said, taking another bite. “You were holding on to them like they were your prized possessions.”
“You’re…not mad?”
“For this?” he asked, holding up the cookie. “Not at all. It’s cute you think you don’t want to be a rebel, though. I think I could change your mind really fast.”
“I think you should take me home.”
He shook his head, swinging onto the bike and waiting for me.
“You really aren’t mad? And still taking me home?Alive?”
“Strangely enough, I don’t feel the need to kill people for not fucking me in alleys. Is this something Elliot does? I mean, I knew the man’s morals were low, but this one is surprising,” he said with a laugh.
I rolled my eyes. “Forget I even asked,” I said, but still hesitated to get on.
My mind raced with doubts and more questions. But the thrill of something new and exciting seemed too strong to resist. I took another deep breath before I grabbed the helmet, shoving it on as I got on behind him. Luckily, I didn’t stumble off this time, which was great since my legs were currently useless from him being so close. His fingers trailing up my sides had set me on fire, and as much as I knew I wouldn’t be doing anything with him, part of me wanted to.
I was a good, non-rebellious girl. Rook definitely wasn’t my type, so why did I feel so excited to wrap my arms around him?
He revved the bike, and I grabbed onto him, trying to keep my hands firmly on his stomach, but each jump of the bike had me going further down until I felt his belt, and then a little lower.He hadn’t been lying when he said I would feel something if I went lower than the belt. My hand grazed his jeans, feeling the hard length once before I pulled away. There were only so many places I could touch, though. I moved higher again, running over his hard stomach.
Maybe I didn’t have to completely stop being a rebel. My fingers trailed back down again, and I grew more brave. I pulled up the hoodie and shirt underneath, splaying my fingers against bare skin. Heat pooled, my body suddenly aching as I leaned on him for more.
When I realized we were close, I pulled my hands away and pointed down the next road. It wasn’t the road to my house, but it would be one annoyingly long walk through two backyards and I was home.
And letting Rook know where I lived seemed like one more stupid decision I could make tonight.
He jumped the bike again, making me fall onto his back and cling to him one more time before I started frantically hitting his shoulder to stop in front of a random house.
I wasted no time getting off and handing him the helmet. “What is it when you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Make the bike jump.”
