Crushing On The Bully (Crushing on You 2)

“So do you come to the mall a lot?” Clarissa asked, not sure what else to talk about.

“Not as much as you, I bet, Bookworm,” Skull said.

“I don’t come here that often,” Clarissa shrugged.

“I only came here today because I was looking for somebody,” Skull said.

Clarissa felt her cheeks turn pink again. Had Skull come to the mall to look for her? No, that was silly. Why would he think to look for her at the mall? Why would he be looking for her anywhere?

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Skull laughed again, “I was actually looking for one of my brother’s friends.”

“Cool,” Clarissa said trying to sound nonchalant, but she felt a pang of envy and rejection. For a moment she wondered if Skull was really looking for his brother’s friend or if he was here meeting a girl. Maybe she shouldn’t talk to him anymore. He most likely had a lot of females that were supposedly just his ‘friends’. She had met that type of guy before. Clarissa wondered bitterly how many other girls he’d kissed in this week alone.

“Well, I guess I better be going,” she said, forcing a smile.

“Want a ride? I didn’t see your car in the lot and I would have remembered that blue time bomb,” Skull laughed.

Clarissa hesitated to answer.

“Okay, I’m off then. Enjoy your walk home,” Skull said and turned to leave.

“Actually, I called a taxi,” Clarissa mumbled.

“Okay,” Skull laughed.

“Fine,” Clarissa said and followed him, “but you really should get some helmets.”

“You make it sound like I’m not a safe driver,” Skull chuckled.

“Well, um…you’re not!” Clarissa said.

Skull shrugged and asked her “Do you want a ride or not?”

Sighing, Clarissa climbed onto the bike behind him. Her body tensed as her breast brushed against his back. Clarissa blushed and crossed her arms to hide her hard nipples.

“You might be more comfortable if you hold onto me instead of trying to rip the upholstery off my seat,” Skull said.

“Um…I’m fine,” Clarissa said, not trusting herself to not enjoy being close to him.

“Suit yourself,” Skull chuckled and started the engine.

Clarissa closed her eyes as the wind whipped her hair to and fro around her head while she tried to maintain her grip on the seat and her legs ached from holding onto the bike so tightly. When Skull turned onto the highway Clarissa tried to shout over the wind to ask him just where he thought he was taking her, but either he didn’t hear her question or chose to ignore it.

Clarissa’s heart was pounding against her chest as the bike picked up speed. Giving up she quickly wrapped her arms around Skull’s chest and buried her face in his back. Clarissa wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard him chuckle before the sound was carried away on the wind.

Not that she would admit it to him, but he had been right. Holding onto him made riding on the back of his bike much more comfortable. Clarissa was careful to keep her fingers from stroking his muscular chest through the fabric of his shirt. She didn’t want to start something she wasn’t going to finish. Not that she didn’t want to start and finish what her fingers longed to do, because she did. Clarissa wasn’t the type of girl to go to bed with a guy she didn’t know well. If she had been, she wouldn’t have kept her virginity as long as she had.

Clarissa closed her eyes and concentrated on the rumble of the motorcycle. It vibrated under their bodies and made Clarissa bite her lip. She nearly sighed in relief when Skull pulled off at a rest stop about an hour from town.

“Where did you bring me?” she asked, slipping off the back of the bike.

“Just for a ride,” he laughed.

Clarissa rubbed her thighs and sighed, “I thought you were taking me home.”

“You wanna go to my house?” Skull asked and arched an eyebrow.

“You know what I meant!” Clarissa said, blushing.