With the touch of a button, the sport bike purrs to life.
“Watch your legs. The exhaust will burn you,” he explains. “Where do you live?”
I tell him my address, waiting for the confused expression when he realizes what side of town I’m living on, but it doesn’t come. He simply nods without judgment. And judgment still doesn’t come when we pull into my empty driveway either. Grabbing ahold of my right thigh, Sebastian swivels me around so I’m straddling his lap, then he kills the engine.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asks, more intuitive than I gave him credit for as he unbuckles my helmet, carefully pulling it off my head. I stare blankly over his shoulder, not wanting to make eye contact.
“Nothing.” Everything.
“Don’t lie to me. Your whole demeanor changed as soon as we got here. Your body went rigid.”
“I just… I don’t want to go in there yet.” I don’t want to go back to reality.
“I can think of a few things we can do to kill some time,” Sebastian says, hands squeezing my ass. His eyes flick down, and he groans. I follow his gaze, only to realize that a sliver of my nude lacy underwear is exposed with the way I’m sitting. Knowing I affect him makes me feel powerful. And more than a little turned on.
I shift my hips, just a little, and Sebastian curses under his breath. I do it once more, and this time, he pushes the kickstand out with his foot as his hands help me along, pulling me into the hardness beneath his jeans. I gasp, and Sebastian takes advantage, sliding his tongue inside my mouth. Legs dangling over his, we kiss and grind into each other until I think I might actually burst into flames from all the heat coursing through me.
“Fuck, Evan. Stop.”
“Why?” I whine, not ready to let this feeling go.
“Because as good as this feels, I’m going to fuck you, on this bike, right out here in the open if we don’t stop.”
Lust overshadows practical thinking when I ask, “Do you want to come inside?” I know it’s crazy even as I suggest it.
He pulls a face. “Somehow I don’t think your parents will be cool with that.”
“They won’t care.” Or know. “I told you. Things are different now.”
Sebastian leans back, smoothing his palms up and down my thighs, and I can tell he’s contemplating risk versus reward. I don’t blame him. Things didn’t exactly work out for him the first time he touched me like this.
“Fuck it.” His hands circle my waist before planting me on the ground. My stomach flips when he swings a leg over his bike and follows me toward the front door and down the hall to my bedroom. I kick my door shut, and before it’s all the way closed, Sebastian’s mouth is on me.
“You eighteen yet?” he rasps between kisses. I laugh, my head falling back against the door, and Sebastian bites into my neck. My laughter turns into a moan, and then he’s licking away the sting. “I’ve been thinking about the way you taste for two fucking years.”
Pushing off the door, I grab his hand, leading him toward my bed. The only light is coming from the fairy lights hanging above my bed that I forgot to turn off earlier. I shove him down, climbing on top of him. My thighs straddle his torso, and I watch him intently as he takes in my room.
“These look familiar,” he says, flicking his chin toward the strands of lights.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him that he’s the reason they’re there in the first place. That these lights have helped me way more than any inanimate object should. Instead of saying anything at all, I lean forward, my wind-tossed hair falling around him like a curtain, as I press my lips to his. With a groan, Sebastian flips me onto my back, settling in between my thighs.
I didn’t plan for it to go this far, but now that I’m here, I don’t want to turn back. And when Sebastian’s hand finds the warmth between my legs, I really don’t want to turn back. I gasp loudly, unable to keep quiet.
“Shh,” he whispers, covering my mouth with one hand as the other deftly rubs me through my underwear.
“Shit,” I breathe. “I forgot to lock my door.”
Sebastian pushes off me, heading for the door, when he trips over some
thing. “Fuck,” he mutters, slapping at the wall until he finds the switch, bathing the room in light.
“What the…?” I trail off, taking in the scene in front of me. My dresser drawers are askew, one of them lying on my floor, with my clothes littering the carpet. “No…” A sinking feeling hits my stomach, and I stand abruptly. My box. My eyes land on the empty box, the flyer from the carnival and my passport lying beside it.
“Evan, what’s going on?” Sebastian asks, and I think it’s concern I hear in his voice, but I’m too blinded by rage and heartbreak to know for sure.
Fists clenched at my side, I storm out of my room, heading for my dad’s. His door is locked, of course, so I pound my fists against the cheap wood. “Open the door!” I scream. How could he do this to me?
Sebastian comes up behind me as I’m attempting to kick the door down. “Unlock this. Please,” I beg, uncaring of how insane I must look right now.