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“It’s just a lot,” I admit.
“A lot good or a lot bad?” his fingers rub over my ankle.
I squeeze my eyes shut, letting out a shaky breath. “I think I kind of like it.”
And not just the experience. But also the feel of his hands on me.
Sebastian smirks. “That’s my girl. Hold on tighter.”
I don’t get a chance to be surprised by his words, or say anything for that matter, because Sebastian pulls his hands from me, and the bike springs to life. He speeds up effortlessly, making my stomach sink. The excitement buzzes under my skin as my body moves closer to his with the force of gravity.
I’m not sure how long we’re driving or where he’s planning to take us. I don’t care because right now, it doesn’t matter, and I’m completely fine with that.
What feels like hours later, the bike comes to a stop. Sebastian gets off first and helps me down too. My legs feel wobbly under me, making me stumble. Or I would if Bash didn’t place his hands on my shoulders. Only when I’m steady does he pull his hands off; his fingers work the clasp under my chin, pulling the helmet off my head.
“You okay?” I can feel his intense gaze glued to my face, and is that a hint of worry in his voice?
“Yeah, it’s…” I shake my head, still at a loss for words. “Damn,is it always like that?”
Sebastian chuckles, “Pretty much, yes.”
“Oh my God, that was amazing!” I step forward, closing the distance between us as my arms wrap around his middle. “Thanks for taking me.”
“You liked it?”
“Yes! It’s even better than galloping on a horse, which is something I didn’t think was possible.”
“You’ve galloped on a horse?” Sebastian asks, pulling back. “Like anactualhorse?”
“Well, yes.” Realizing I’m still holding onto him, I let my arms drop and smooth my hand over my messy hair. “I’ve lived in a small Texas town since I was thirteen. Emmett taught me, much to my sister’s dismay.”
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
SEBASTIAN
Who the fuck is Emmett?
Her whole face lit up when she mentioned the guy, and a jab of envy bit me in the gut. Because there was only one reason why she’d react that way at the mere mention of the dude—she loves him.
Is he the reason why she put together that list?
Some friend from her small town who was too stupid to see how good she was, so he let her go off to college alone? Is she trying to learn how to flirt so she can do the same with him when she goes back home and put some sense into the dude so he would finally see her for the amazing person she is and make a move?
“I love animals, and his family has a ranch, so I convinced him he should take me out riding since I can’t really do it alone. Blind girl, and all that.”
“Is that even safe?” I ask, my question coming out harsher than intended. But Penelope must not notice it because her smile grows even bigger.
“Yes. Emmett taught me how to give cues to the horse, and he usually sits behind me and guides me.”
I let out a snort.
I bet he likes that.
I should know because I just felt her small body wrapped around mine like a glove. I could feel her tits brush against my back with every breath she took, feel the way her thighs would clench around my legs as if she was trying to hold on to me and not let go, and the image of other ways she could do that popped in my mind, vivid in all its intensity.
Why did I think this would be a good idea? It’s pure torture. That’s what it is.
Pure fucking torture.
