Page 143 of Brutal Little Secrets

“You good?” I ask.

“Yes, Cam.” Her voice is in my helmet, and I love it. “But this counts as studying time, so I’m going to quiz you for English lit.”

“That tracks.” I chuckle as I pull out of the driveway and head toward the highway. She quizzes me as I drive around town, and then we hit the open highway. She squeezes me tighter at the increase in speed.

After a little while, I pull off in a spot we like to come to that overlooks the city. I shut off my bike. She climbs off and removes her helmet. Her messy bun sits a little crooked. She reaches up and lets her blond hair fall around her shoulders.

“I like your hair down, goody.” When I lean back on my bike, she turns and smiles.

“We should head back soon.” She turns to look over the city below.

“I like you on my bike.”

“I like being on your bike.” She walks back over to me.

She leans in and kisses me. When she goes to pull back, I catch the back of her head and hold her there while I explore her mouth slowly. She whimpers, and I help her climb onto my lap to straddle me on the bike.

Her fingers weave into my hair. I could spend an eternity kissing her and not get enough.

“Fuck, goody. Why are you wearing jeans?” I kiss down her neck.

“They’re better for riding.” She tips her head back, and her silky hair brushes my hand, resting between her shoulder blades.

“But not great for access.”

She laughs, and the sound fills the night air. I smile because I love to hear her laugh. Even better if I’m the cause of it.

She cups my jaw and looks into my eyes. “Why don’t you tell your dad you don’t want to go to Yale?”

I drag in a breath and pull her in tighter against me. “Part of me still doesn’t want to disappoint him. He’s always wanted me to go, to follow his footsteps.”

“But it’s not what you want?” She slides her hand down my chest. My cock twitches, already uncomfortably hard. Evan should only be allowed to wear skirts.

“I just don’t think I’m Yale material.” I rub my thumbs over her hips. “Deimos is a challenge, and I know Yale will be the same, if not more challenging. I want a break. College is going to be hard no matter where I end up. I’m not deluding myself and thinking Crowne Mawr will be easy. But it’s close, and I’m not ready to leave here yet. I’m not ready to be without Hawk andDamon. You’re going to go off and do amazing things and leave us.”

She smiles sadly. “Isn’t that what high school romance is for? To break our hearts?”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“My parents were high school sweethearts.” Evan leans back on the gas tank. Fuck, she’s like temptation incarnate. I slide her sweatshirt up, baring her stomach, and she smirks. “They made it, so I’m not saying it can’t happen. But we’re all going different directions. It’s not just two of us trying to make it work. It’s four of us. So instead of worrying about the future…”

She sits up and takes off her sweatshirt before lying back on the tank, all pale skin and a pretty blue, lacy bra. “Maybe we just enjoy being young.”

I run my hand up from her stomach to her neck. “Fuck, goody, you know how to change a topic.”

“I’m just focusing on what we might be able to take care of now.” She smiles and undoes the button to her jeans. “Prioritizing.”

“I like the way you think.” I reach for her zipper, and she reaches up to hold the handlebars. She’s everything I want in a partner. Willing to try anything. “Fuck, goody.”

“I’ve been promised multiple times I’d be fucked on a motorcycle.” She lifts an eyebrow.

“Don’t need to ask me twice.” I tug her jeans down her hips and reveal the matching blue panties. “I never thought I’d say this, but Damon has really great taste in underwear.”

She laughs. Fuck. This road is fairly abandoned. The guys and I have sat here practically all night and not seen another car, but I’m not about to get my girl completely naked, no matter how much I want to. But the jeans have to go.

I lift her leg and undo her shoe, dropping it on the ground. “One leg or two?”

She arches an eyebrow. “For what?”