Broken Hill Halo (Broken Hill High 2)

I turn around and scan the room as my brows pull down. I could have sworn he was asleep on the opposite couch. I must have really been getting into that game. “Eh,” I shrug. “I didn’t even realize he’d left.”

“Great girlfriend you are,” Jess scoffs.

“Shut up,” I laugh as I push myself up off the couch and start replying to Brooke’s message.

Tora – We’re in! Come over if you’re bored.

I hit send and she responds instantly.

Brooke – Be there in twenty!

I walk straight from the den and through the house towards the garage. After living with the boys for over a month now, I’m pretty damn certain that Nate is either in here playing with his car or down in the home gym, and seeing as though he worked out this morning. I’d put my money on the garage.

I hear music coming through the wall and round the corner to find the internal door slightly cracked. I gently push it open and lean against the door frame as I watch Nate leaning over the hood of his car looking at… well, I actually have no idea in hell what he’s looking at, but I know that he looks damn good doing it.

I stand and watch him for a moment but it doesn’t take long for him to sense me here. “Are you going to keep staring or are you going to get your fine ass over here and help?”

I grin to myself as I continue watching him. “I’m good here.”

His eyes darken as he turns around and leans against the hood of his car. “You have two seconds to get your ass over here,” he warns with a smile playing on his lips even though he’s trying his hardest to maintain his bad boy image.

I cross my arms over my chest and make a show of getting comfortable. “And if I don’t?” I question.

He licks his bottom lip as he watches me. “Then I’m going to make you.”

I can’t help the wide grin that spreads across my face. I love it when Nate is in one of these playful moods. It’s so exciting. I never know what he’s going to do and that alone spurs me on. “I’d like to see you try.”

His eyes sparkle in the same way that Jesse’s did as he digs into his pocket and pulls out his phone. “You’re not the least bit curious to know what I’ve got hiding on here?” he questions.

The smile on my face falters as I watch him. I mean, Nate Ryder is the king of getting what he wants and blackmail is not beneath him. Though, the guy claims he loves me so he could be bluffing. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, not anymore at least. But embarrassing me? That I have to watch out for.

To call his bluff or not?

He starts typing away on his phone and I find myself taking a step forward. “What are you doing?” I ask.

He grins up at me, but the mischief in his eyes keeps me glued to the spot. “Why don’t you come over here and see?”

I shake my head. “Nuh-uh. I’m not falling for that.”

“Falling for what?” he questions innocently.

“Your wicked charm.”

I watch him abandon his whole plan of attack as he reaches back and places the phone down on the hood of his car. He slowly walks towards me as his dark eyes begin to smolder. He growls low in his throat as he gets to me and reaches out before pulling me hard against him. “Baby, you haven’t seen wicked yet,” he tells me.

Within a matter of seconds, his lips are on mine and my legs are wrapped around his waist as I’m pinned against the garage wall. He kisses me deeply and I melt into him. I still have a hard time believing this is all happening. A month ago, he was the guy who made my life a living hell, though turns out every mean thing he ever did was to either protect me or help me in some way.

This is crazy. Not in a million years would I think I’d be falling hard for Nate Ryder, but here I am, putty in his hands. Every day over the past month has been better than the last… and the sex. Wow. It’s incredible. It’s passionate and intense. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast. It’s hard and desperate, while other times it’s gentle and sensual.

He reads my body like a map and every single time he gives me exactly what I need even when I don’t know I need it. Surely, it couldn’t be this good for everyone, right? Otherwise, the world will stop. People would be locked up in their bedrooms, a mess of limbs all the damn time.

My hands slip under Nate’s shirt as he gives my ass a good squeeze. I’ll never get tired of feeling his muscled body under my fingers. He growls low in his throat and presses himself into me, showing that he needs me just as bad I need him.