Page 128 of The Boy I Once Hated


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Eighteen years old

"Ineed you," he growls, and at this moment I would give him everything. I’m so in love with this boy.

Noah glances around. The noises from the yacht are too close. We could be discovered at any moment.

I wish for a second that we didn't have to hide, but I'll take this relationship however I can get it.

He drags me off the dock, towards the parking lot filled with cars.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Just follow me. My bike’s parked over there. I need to find somewhere to fuck you.”

I roll my eyes. "So romantic," I drawl.

He shoots me a heavy lidded gaze over his shoulder. "Everything's romantic with us, little stalker. Even the fucking."

I nod, anticipation threading through my bloodstream.

It's freezing, and I’m clutching him tightly as the bike starts up underneath us and we speed off in the night. As usual, there's adrenaline coursing through me. I'm turned on as I hold onto him, both because I’m pressed up against his hard body and because of the engine thrumming between my legs.

He takes us down the highway that winds around the coast. I'm wondering for a second if he's going to take us to his boat, because I'm not sure that even he will be able to distract me long enough to have sex on the water.

Before I can say anything though, he pulls off on a small rocky trail with ‘No Trespassing’ signs all along it. He idles down the bike so it's quieter and takes us down an even smaller winding path in the direction of the ocean. He gets to the edge of a small parking lot and then turns off the bike, walking it in between some trees so it's out of sight.

"We’re going to get in trouble, aren't we?"

"Just trust me."

"I do," I immediately say. And I realize that it’s the truth. I trust him more than anyone else in my life. It's a scary thing.

He takes my hand and we walk along the side of the parking lot until we get to a small path illuminated by the moon. Taking it down, we make it to a small beach enveloped by cliffs. There's no one else here, and no lights.

"This is old man Winter's private beach. But he doesn't come here this time of year so we’ll be totally fine."

Noah suddenly looks at a loss as he stares at the ground.

"Fuck, I didn’t bring the blanket I keep in my saddlebag. I really didn't think this through.”

I press myself up against him. "Just lay your jacket on the ground. That's good enough for me. I just want you," I whisper.

He groans as he captures my lips in a supple kiss, his hot, wet tongue sliding into my mouth, tasting me.

His tongue takes deep long licks, and it feels like he's fucking my mouth the same way that he does other parts of me.

Finally, he breaks away, his mouth moving to my ear. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs. “I’m so in love with you."

I melt against him and he fists my hair as his mouth goes back to mine, angling my head as we try to get as close to each other as possible. My breasts are smashed against his chest and I mewl and rub against him. His heat seeps into me, keeping me warm despite the cold night. Part of me is still aware we’re in public, but this place feels as secluded as an empty house.

It feels like ours.

His smell surrounds me, and I feel close to coming just with all the sensations rushing around. He reaches between us and gently pinches my nipple. I arch into his hand, encouraging him as I gasp in pleasure.

"You’re always so responsive,” he murmurs.

Noah swallows my whimpers and moans as his hand moves from my breast, to under my dress as he grabs my ass with both hands. He shoves the thin strap of my thong aside, and brushes his fingers gently over my dripping core.

"Come for me, little stalker. Can you do that?"

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