Page 45 of The Good Girl

Once I’ve righted myself, I slowly head toward the bike, praying I don’t step on a snake or something. Now that I’ve considered that possibility, I can’t unthink it.

I breathe a sigh of relief when I reach out and feel the bike under my palm. But then doubt creeps in. There’s no way I can ride this thing. My legs aren’t long enough to keep it balanced, and it’s too noisy. I’d have to wheel it in the dark, far enough away from the cabin, so Havoc doesn’t hear me. Let’s not forget that I’m not dressed to ride and soaked to the bone.

I tap my chin, trying to come up with a plan.

“Stealing someone’s bike is a criminal offense.”

I jump at the sound of Havoc shouting, letting out a sound that’s somewhere between a dying cat and a mating dolphin as my heart tries to beat out of my chest.

“So is kidnapping but I wasn’t stealing it anyway,” I lie.

“My mistake. What were you doing then?”

“Admiring it?” It comes out more like a question than I meant it to.

“In the dark?”

“I like the way the moonlight catches it,” I tell him, grimacing when I realize it’s too cloudy for any moonlight.

“In the rain?”

“It looks pretty when it’s wet.” Lord I made myself cringe with that one.

I sense him move, but he’s quiet—far too quiet for a guy his size to be. I curse when I feel his hand on mine, taking the keys from me. A moment later, his hands are on my T-shirt, pulling it off over my head. I went to bed braless, and now my breasts are completely exposed to the night air.

“What the hell are you doing?” I demand, instinctively lifting my hands to cover my chest, but he grabs my wrists, pinning them at my sides.

“Admiring you in the moonlight, you look so pretty when you’re wet,” he teases, his voice low and playful before his mouth is on my nipple.

I gasp, squirming against his hold as heat floods my body. The rain pelts down on us, cooling my overheated skin, making me shiver, but I ignore it as he sucks and bites the sensitive bud. When he lets go of my wrists, my hands go to his head, tangling in his wet hair as he moves on to my other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention as the other.

He stands back up and pulls me to him. “You’re naked!” I choke out.

“Well, would you look at that? You know what that means, don’t you? You’re overdressed.”

Before I can protest, he yanks my boxer shorts down my legs and spins me around, bending me over his bike. I grab hold of the seat to keep from falling. When I try to stand back up, he leans over me, the hard press of his cock nestled against my ass.

Despite my need to stop this madness, I feel my pussy growing slick. How can I want this man inside me and want to set him on fire all at the same time?

“Tell me you don’t want this, Cupcake,” he shouts over the roar of rain as he bends his legs and pushes the tip of his cock inside me.

“I don’t?—”

He surges into me, cutting off my words and stealing my breath. I don’t know how the bike doesn’t fall over, but I don’t have time to think about it as one of his hands grabs my hip and the other wraps my hair around his fist.

Fuck, this man is huge. Words likeimpaledandinvadedspring to mind at the bite of pain when he bottoms out, making the pleasure feel so much sweeter as he fucks me hard and deep.

The pounding rain hides the sounds of how wet I am, proof that my head might not be entirely on board, but my vagina is more than happy to ride the big dick express. With every move, Havoc reminds me just who’s in control here.

“I don’t know if I should let you come,” he grunts, thrusting harder. “You were going to leave me.”

As crazy as it might seem, I swear I can hear hurt in his voice.

“I wasn’t,” I lie, desperate to come.

“You promise? You promise you won’t leave me?”

“I promise,” I shout before I realize he saidwon’t—sneaky bastard.

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