“Then come,” I whispered back, voice breaking.
The response was immediate. His thrusts stuttered, then drove deeper, harder, faster, and I tensed around him, body stretching, each motion filling me more. My vision blurred, the bike’s vibration merging with heat and friction, and I shattered completely, every tremble and gasp lost in the intensity of him.
He held me pressed to him, fingers in my hair, one hand cradling my face, the other gripping my waist as he followed through, groaning and trembling until his hips stilled.
I sagged against him, breathless, sweat-slicked, and shaking. “Fuck,” I gasped, hair tousled, skin flushed, nipples hard under my hoodie, the lingering friction making me dizzy.
Aiden exhaled slowly, still inside me, and whispered, “You aresofucking perfect.” His hand eased from my face, still gripping my hair lightly, fingers trailing down my spine. “I’m going to ruin you again before we’re done with tonight.”
I couldn’t help but grin, chest heaving, pressing against him. “I’m counting on it.”
The engine idled beneath us, the vibration humming through my thighs and up my spine, still slick and trembling from the chaos we’d indulged in. My chest pressed against him, breath ragged, hair still tangled in his fingers as the warmth of him spread through me.
He kept his hands on my waist, thumbs stroking just enough to ground me, just enough to remind me of what we did.
He held me there for a while, losing track of time as my skin finally cooled.
The engine thrummed beneath us, our bodies still linked, sweat cooling in the night. I closed my eyes, letting the heat linger, letting the chaos settle into the soft hum of the bike—but still teasing, still dangerous, still so us.
Something settled deep in me. Aiden was mine, he was always mine and always would be.
It didn’t matter what happened next—this was only the beginning.
Chapter 40
Evie
“Hey, Rook. Where have you two been?” I asked, grabbing a drink. It hadn’t even been a full day since Aiden and I had decided to officially say fuck the rules and be together, which meant we were on borrowed time before everyone would know.
And as bad as I wanted to tell everyone, the thought of it made me sick now.
I couldn’t lose Aiden, and I was pretty sure I would have to fight to keep him now.
“Had some errands. Where were you?” he asked.
“At the cafe. I needed a ride home, so Aiden came to get me,” I said, not mentioning the eerie feeling I’d had all day, which was the main reason I wanted to be picked up from the cafe. It’s been like a thousand eyes on me even when no one is around. I couldn’t shake it.
He nodded. “Have you tried using your own bike so then you don’t need a ride?”
“Yes,” I said. “But the bike and I do not have a good relationship. It’s the literal definition of rough ride.”
Zack eyed me from across the room, a small smile on his face.
He always smiled at me, but this one was different—almost sinister.
“Get couple’s therapy, then, and in the meantime, ride it atleast once a week. There’s no reason to let a good bike rot in the corner,” Rook said.
Zack pushed off the island, not having said a word, but walked to Rook’s side. Aiden must have noticed the shift in Zack, because he stepped a little closer to my side.
“That’s not what she meant,” he said, pulling out his phone.
Rook’s eyebrows jumped, apparently forgetting Zack was there. “What do you mean?”
Zack sneered at Aiden. “Here, I’ll show you why she needed a...ride.”
He raised the phone, hit play, and my stomach plummeted. My voice—breathless, moaning—Aiden’s groan.
The unmistakable sound of us.
