Page 124 of Prove You Wrong

‘What’s Chunk up to?’ I look around for him but can’t see him anywhere. ‘I’d left this at the front desk that day I came to apologise. Told him to hold on to it in case he got some use out of it one day.’

‘I’d left this,’ he holds up the key, ‘with him that same day. In exchange for Randy.’ Nate shakes his head in disbelief, a grin stretching across his face. ‘I don’t know what I’m gonna do with that guy. He’s always generous but … I’m not sure if I can accept this.’

A funny swirl passes through me, a sense of unease. Danger. But also excitement.

‘It’d probably be rude to refuse … ’ I venture.

Nate stares at me, eyes wide, like a kid at Christmas. ‘Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?’

‘Probably best to take it out and check it works before you start drinking.’Before I change my mind and chicken out,I mentally add.

Nate takes my hand and leads me out of the barn. We cross over to his bike, which is parked in the usual spot, a bow on the handlebars, helmets stowed on the seat.

I sling the jacket on, for warmth as much as protection, pulling my hair out with a swish as it fans down over my shoulders.

‘You look fucking incredible.’ Nate kisses my forehead before his steady hands help me secure my helmet. He then dons his own before straddling the metal beast and kicking off the foot stand.

With nerves trembling through me, I climb on behind him and cling to his waist. My grip is tight, as much to stop my hands quivering as to keep me safe.

‘You ready?’ he calls out.

As I’ll ever be. ‘Let’s do it.’ I squeeze myself to his back.

A press of a button and the acid green bike roars into life. The vibrations start at my core and ripple out to the tips of my fingers and toes.

Trees whip by in the beam of the headlight as Nate drives us on a steady path through the abandoned country lanes. I finally get it, Nate’s love of the open road. The sensation. The freedom. It’s immense.

It kind of reminds me of the zip line. Hurtling along, looking scary from the outside, but once you’re brave enough to jump on, it’s a hell of a ride.

Kind of like relationships, too.

It’s not a long loop, just a taster, and soon Nate is heading back to The Wreck. But it’s whetted my appetite, and, as we roll back into the car park, I can’t stop the excitement, the adrenaline, from bubbling over.

I hop off the bike and throw my arms around Nate as he dismounts, giggling. ‘That was insane.’

He helps me pull my helmet off and once he’s whipped his away, his lips crash against mine.

‘You enjoyed it, huh? Living dangerously?’ he growls through his kisses, his hands roaming over my body, still clad in leather.

‘I was in no danger. I was with you.’

He bites and nibbles at my neck, sending an electric thrill to my already zinging core. That engine emitted quite a throb of vibrations. He’s pressing into me, his cock rock-hard against my stomach, urging its way home.

‘If it’s danger you want, though, I’ve got an idea.’ I hook my pointer finger inside his waistband and run it along from one side to the other before circling back to the button. Popping it open with an easy flick, I drag the zip down slowly. I can feel him straining beneath the fabric of his boxer briefs.

His breath comes out in a choked rush. ‘So help me, Ella, you are going to be the death of me.’ He grips my hand in his, not letting me go any further, but not pulling me away.

Before I know what’s happening, he’s thrown me over his shoulder, fireman style, and we’re thundering towards the Base Camp building. A shove of his other shoulder opens the unlocked door and Nate crosses the room, dumping me on the desk.

The office is in darkness, only moonlight and party lights filtering in through the window.

He hoicks at my trousers, tugging them off in one movement, my boots crashing on to the ground. Immediately, my hands are grappling with his jeans, getting tangled with him. It’s rough and fast and I can’t get him inside me quick enough.

‘Keep the jacket on,’ he breathes before rolling on a condom.

Finally, he thrusts inside me. We collectively gasp; I’m so wet, and he’s impaled me to the hilt.

Digging my nails into his bottom, I urge him on as he pounds into me, my hips pumping to meet his movements. Grabbing hold of my ass, he picks me up and spins. In a couple of steps, I’m caged against rough wood as he drives me up against the wall.

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