Page 14 of Rider Forbidden
“So you can tell your friends you've had the rich bitch? The one you were warned not to have?” I have his number. He wants to have me so he can brag about it and have one over on me and my dad. Well no way, maybe when hell freezes over.
“You are a bitch, aren't you?”
I smile fake sweetly at him. “What can I say?Youbring out the worst inme.”
He stares at me for a moment and the air around us goes thick.
He growls “Fuck it.” The next thing I know his mouth is on me. And god, I know what I should do. I really do - but do I do it? No, I don't. Instead of pushing him away I groan and pull him into me as though I’ve never been kissed before. I think all the arguing must have awoken things inside me that have been dormant for a while. Passion is passion after all.
He opens his mouth as I open mine and the kiss deepens, his tongue is in my mouth and his hand comes up to cup the side of my face, the tenderness surprising me amid such a fierce kiss. I fist his top, trying to bring him closer to me and he responds by moving into me, so he’s practically lied on me, kissing me with a hunger that scares and exhilarates me all at the same time. He slides his hand around to the back of my head and makes a fist in my hair. I moan. God this feels . . . good. My hand slides around his waist pulling him into me.
He breaks off. “Fuck, Danish. You can kiss.”
My breath is rapid, my pupils no doubt dilated. I’ve just been kissed how the female population deserves to be kissed every single time. He looks at my mouth and back up to my eyes. His thumb grazes my bottom lip, where it is swollen from the frantic kiss we've just shared. I don't say anything, I just stare at him in a daze.
He’s just about to say something when someone walks over to where we’re sat - a man.
He clears his throat.
“Fuck off,” Jack says to whoever it is. He hasn't even looked away from me.
“Robyn? Is that you?”
I feel like I’ve been doused by a freezing bucket of water. It can’t be. I would have seen him in here before now. I look up and my heart sinks. “Bobby?”
I straighten up, release Jack’s t-shirt that I was embarrassingly still fisting and straighten my top down. Jack sits up and faces him, eyeing him warily.
“What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in years.”
Is he for real? “Yeah, four to be exact. I don't want to talk to you.”
“Come on, we have catching up to do.”
“I don't want to, please just leave me alone.”
He goes to say something, but Jack gets there before him. “You heard her . . . fuck off.”
He looks between the two of us. “Are you two together?”
I'm silent. Obviously, we’re not, but I want Bobby to think that we are so that he’ll leave me alone. Maybe Jack picks up on this, who knows, because he slides his arm around my shoulders. “She’s with me, yeah.”
I silently thank him.
Bobby nods and looks back at me. “We need a catch up though, right Robyn?”
I go cold. He can't want to see Elijah now, can he? Shit. I sober up instantly.
“I have nothing to say to you. If you need to contact me you know where my parents are, you've known all this time, but I haven't heard a thing from you. So if you want any contact now, you go through my dad.”
“Maybe I will.” He said and nods to Jack and walks off.
Jack turns to me. “Who's that guy?”
I start to get my things together; I need to go home. “It doesn't matter, thanks for helping me out then.” I look at him, that kiss should not have happened - I just need to leave.
“Is he the reason you left four years ago?” he asks
I shake my head. “Not really, no - I’ve got to go.” I try to push past him.
