Page 27 of My Downfall

I reach behind me and pull the spare helmet —herhelmet — out of the box.

“Put it on.” She doesn’t so much as lift her hands toward it.

“I’m not getting on that bike.”

“Baby girl, I’m not in the mood for your bratty behavior right now. We need to talk and I’m guessing you don’t want to do that outside your mother’s house.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. We said one night. We can’t be anything more than one night.”

“We have to be,” I rasp. “Because I need more and I know you feel the same.”

“That’s very presumptuous of you.”

I can’t help but smirk at her. “You’ve been avoiding me; you couldn’t even look at me in class.”

“Exactly. Take the hint and move on.”

“Baby girl, it’s not because you don’t like me. It’s because you like metoomuch. You’re scared.”

“You conceited ass,” she mutters as her eyes flash with anger.

“There she is,” I murmur. “Now, put this on and get on the fucking bike.”

“You’ll have to make me. There’s no way I’m going anywhere with you.” She turns her body and makes to walk away from me.

“Don’t test me, Mia. You know I will, regardless of who sees.” That stops her dead. I reckon she knows most of the people on this street and having an older man manhandle her onto the back of his bike is going to raise a lot of questions if anyone happens to see.

“You’re fucking annoying, you know that?” She grabs the helmet from my hand and shoves it on as she throws her leg over the bike and wraps her arms around me.

Go time.

Chapter Sixteen

Mia

I was not expecting to see Hudson outside my mother’s house.

Did I see all the calls and messages from him? Of course. But I didn’t think he’d do anything about them, I thought he was just pissed that I’d walked out on him. I thought he’d get over it. Move on.

That thought hurt like a bitch.

We’ve been on the bike for about twenty minutes when he pulls into an empty parking lot along the coastal road. He kills the engine and reaches for me, pulling me around so I’m sitting on his lap.

He really is ridiculously strong.

Pulling my helmet off, he brushes my hair back from my face, and reaches for his own, placing them both behind him where I was just sitting.

His hands cup my jaw as he holds me in place and his lips lower to mine. I can’t help but groan as his tongue thrusts against my own. Everything this man does is intense.

The way he looks at me.

The way he kisses me.

The way he fucks me.

Everything.

“I want to fuck you on my bike.”