Page 73 of Tricky Girls

‘Fuck, that was hot,’ she breathes, winded from steering the heavy bike.

‘You’re telling me.’

‘You feel that too, huh?’ She turns my arms over to run her fingers over my wrists.

‘Haz…’ I warn.

‘Mm-hm?’ There’s a smirk in her voice as she slips out from behind me. Cold sweeps in a second before she sits down on the front of the seat, facing me, my legs slung over hers. ‘Lie back for me.’

It’s a tight squeeze but I do what she says because…well, I’m not sure why. There’s just something in the command of her voice, something that my mind responds to.

It’s just a whole other world out here, one I’ve not ventured to before, the rules still unknown.

Once I’m reclined over the back of the seat, our legs still tangled, she takes a good long look at the result. I close my eyes as my lower body stretches out in all the right ways.

‘Damn,’ she murmurs, sweeping her gaze over me again. ‘One day when I have a motorbike, I’m gonna get you in this position again.’

‘That’s hot,’ I whisper. ‘I’m down.’

Haz grins, grasping my hips hard. ‘Hell yeah.’

Bending my knees, she lowers down on top of me, eyes flitting over my face for my refusal. When our crotches meet, she chokes on a gasp. ‘Fuck, Tilda.’

I hold still as she snakes her hands under my coat, my stomach clenching when she meets bare skin. She holds my eyes the whole time. I expect a challenge in them but it’s a question I see, a question I put off answering as she tucks her fingers in the waistband of my jeans.

When they meet the edge of my underwear, I lick my lips. ‘I’m straight, Haz…’

‘Uh-huh. I think I’ve heard that about a million times, but do you know what I haven’t heard from you?No. Get off me. I’m not into this.’ She tugs at my waistband. ‘That’s all you have to say, Tilda. Say that and I’ll stop.’

But I say nothing. I can’t. My mouth’s fused shut, some inner insolence forbidding me from backing down from…whatever this is turning into.

Haz releases a breathy chuckle, her irises darker than usual. ‘You’re fooling no one, baby, butfuckam I enjoying the chase.’

They’ve put a tracker on me, I swear.

As soon as I get rid of one of them, the other pops us.

I can’t help but grin at Elly’s jaunty wave as she walks towards me on the quad, eyes lighting up behind her glasses.

‘Hey, roomie.’

‘Hey, yourself,’ I reply. ‘Where are you off?’

‘To find some food before I perish. You?’ She stands up straighter, suddenly alarmed. ‘Wait, we don’t have uni, do we?’

‘No. Chill. I’ve just got my elective.’

‘Ah, cool. What did you choose?’

‘She Means Business with Margot Savage.’

Just saying the words fills me with a peculiar feeling, half dread, half excitement. The women-only course is one of the most esteemed and sought-after in the entire university. It’s post-grad; you have to already have earned your bachelors. It’s known for being particularly cutthroat and not for the weak. The module I chose is only a taster.

‘Damn.’ Elly raises both eyebrows. ‘I didn’t even bother. Didn’t think I’d have a chance in hell.’

‘There’s always a chance, Elly.’

‘I’m going to take that in the way I want.’ She smiles, one hand fluffing out her hair. I’ve noticed she does that when things turn intense.

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