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“For fuck’s sake,” I groan.

Lizzie swats me around the head with her cloth. “Oh, shut it, you know it was just a drunken fumble.” Lizzie pauses as she leans closer to Nova. “It was just a kiss and maybe a little oral fumble. I mean, I nearly chocked to death on it. Your brother should be proud,” she adds. “But that was a long time ago. We are just mates now. What’s a blowie and a fingering between friends?” She shrugs.

I look at Nova and see her shoulders are shaking as she covers her face while she literally cries with laughter.

“I don’t think I want my sausages now,” I mutter.

Lizzie swats me again around the back of the head with her cloth. “Oh, stop being a baby. We are all adults.” The bell for thekitchen dings. “That’s my cue. Nice meeting you, Nova. Come back with your brother next time.” She winks before walking off.

“Oh my god,” Nova says, laughing as she wipes the tears from her face. “I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in forever.” She sighs.

Seeing her laughing like that, so carefree, ignites something inside me. Something I’ve never felt before, and something I have no right in feeling.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

NOVA

On the ride back,I felt more relaxed. I kept my hands on his shoulders, still not sure if it was the right thing to do. We come to a stop at traffic lights, and as I casually look around, my eyes land on a truck. Dread creeps up my spine as my eyes land on the plate, realising whose truck that is. I look through the window and see Dean sat there in the driver’s seat. He looks over this way and I instantly wrap my arms around Spider’s waist, gripping his T-shirt tightly in my hands. Our eyes connect and a slow smile spreads across Dean’s lips.

“Go,” I order Spider.

Spider turns his head. “What?” he asks.

“Go,” I say, panicked.

“Sweetheart, I can’t,” he declines. “It’s a red light.”

“Just go! Please just go!” I beg.

Spider doesn’t ask why. As he looks ahead at the traffic for an opportunity, he can clearly sense my panic and speeds off. Cars and trucks skid to a stop as Spider swerves through them, their horns blaring angrily behind us.

I look back over my shoulder to see Dean’s truck swerving around the cars. “Faster!” I yell.

Spider looks down in his mirror, and as he sees the truck following us, he pulls down on the throttle, increasing our speed. “Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he yells over his shoulder. I grip onto him tighter as he swerves in and out of traffic. Dean’s truck tries to overtake cars to keep up with us. Spider takes a sharp left turn, and as I feel the back tyre skid out, I worry we are going to crash, but Spider thankfully regains control of the bike. He makes a few more turns before he pulls the bike onto a driveway.

After pressing a button, the garage door opens, and he rides us in, immediately closing the garage behind us. He turns off the bike and I quickly get off, my entire body feeling like it’s shaking. Spider takes my hands and leads me through a door to further inside the garage. He walks over to the window and tilts the blinds so that no one can see in. I watch as he takes a moment, peering through them.

“The truck is passing the house,” he states, watching as it passes. “It’s gone,” he states after a moment. The only sound in the room is his chest heaving from the adrenaline.

I don’t say anything. I’m trembling too much. Spider turns around to face me and as he sees my distress, he steps towards me and unclasps the helmet. After chucking it on the couch, he cups my face in his palms.

“Breathe for me, sweetheart,” he coaxes.

“I, my heart,” I pant.

“It’s the adrenaline. Just take calm breaths,” he instructs, stroking his thumb across my cheek. My hands are shaking, and after he lets go of my face, he pulls me into his arms, holding me tight, his hand stroking up and down my back.

I rest my cheek against his chest, his steady heartbeat soothing me. Looking up at him, I watch as his green eyes flicker down to my mouth. My hands glide under his T-shirt, touching his bare skin, my gaze locking to his mouth.

Like a switch, he snaps and removes one of his hands from my back. He grabs my face while colliding his lips to mine. His tongue invades my mouth, duelling with my own.

I grab the hem of his T-shirt and start to lift it. We break the kiss as he helps me remove his T-shirt, and as I throw it on the floor, both of us are panting. My hands are frenzied as I desperately try to undo the belt on his jeans. Finally, I manage to undo it. Unbuttoning his jeans, I reach inside and wrap my hand around his thick hard girth. He groans as I pump my fist a few times. He grabs my skirt and bunches it around my waist before he grabs my behind and lifts me. I let go and grip onto his shoulders as he presses me against the wall.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, he tugs his jeans down and reaches between us. His finger slowly glides under the seem of my underwear. I whimper at his delicate touch before he yanks hard, ripping my underwear off. He presses the head of his cock at my entrance, and as I begin to trail kisses along his neck, I push my hips against his, desperately wanting him to fill me. He moves his hands back to my behind and thrusts his hip forward, completely filling me.

I gasp and he groans as he fills me. I grip his shoulders tight as he fucks me without abandon, pumping in and out of me over and over again. His fingers are digging into the flesh of my behind, and it is fast, brutal, and completely feral.

“Fuck,” I moan as he relentlessly fucks me. My body feels alive, like every touch and every thrust ignites a fire within me.

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