2:29 AM

Chapter Twelve

Colton digs in the compartment in his bike and hands me a worn brown leather jacket. I slip it on and it smells like the intoxicating smell of him. He also hands me the helmet. "Thanks," I say. He nods. He gets on the bike first and then I slip on behind him. My legs go on either side of him and I hold onto his shirt with my fingers, making sure I don't touch him.

Colton laughs and says, "Hang on tight." And then he starts the motorcycle and we're flying through the streets. I shriek and wrap my arms around his stomach. I bury my face in his shoulder and my thighs grip him tighter. The wind whips against my face and through my hair and I'm pretty sure my dress is flying up but I don't care.

I feel so alive and limitless that I can't help but giggle. I press closer to Colton and grin. We stop at a stoplight and he turns back and looks at me. "Enjoying yourself?" he asks. I nod. "I am too. Your thighs feel amazing around me."

"I'm not even going to validate that comment with any sort of reaction," I tell him. I keep smiling and he smiles too.

"You know, you'd have a better grip on me if your hand was on my thigh," Colton tells me.

I press myself closer to him and whisper, "I don't think so."

The light turns green and we're speeding away. We get to my house all too soon. I slide off the motorcycle and hand him the helmet. He whistles. "Nice house," Colton says. We have a big house, a mansion essentially, and it's elaborate with panes of glass making up most of the outside. Trees surround the property and our nearest neighbor is a mile away.

"Yeah, my uh, parents make a lot of money," I say.

"But you don't like the house, because based off of what I witnessed today, you're lonely and your parents are never home. And you don't mind that, since your mom irritates the living fuck out of you, but you miss your dad," Colton says.

"I hadn't realized that I was easy to read," I say. I'm standing close to him. He shrugs and I get a whiff of his smell.

"Maybe I know you better than you think," he says. I shrug.

"Thanks for the ride, Colton. I'll see you around," I say.

"Night, Mo." He puts on his helmet and rides away. I let myself into the house and walk up to my room. I look down and realize too late that I'm wearing his jacket.

Oh, well. I'll give it to him tomorrow.

I take a shower and take off my makeup. I brush my teeth and hair and climb into my bed. I fall asleep quickly.

I wake up to my phone ringing. I rumble around for it and answer the call. "What is it?"

"Get your ass up! Now! I'll be over to your house in twenty minutes!" Victoria yells through the phone.

"What are you talkin' 'bout?" I ask.

"We have to get to the place by five and it takes twelve or thirteen hours to drive there! I'm on the way to your house. You better be packed. Bring a fancy outfit and then two casual ones, we'll be at the place today and tomorrow."

"Do you have any idea what time it is? It's four in the mornin' and that's not my wakeup time. Night."

"Andy Reed-Collins! Don't you dare hang up the phone on me! I'm coming to your house!"

"I'm gonna be sleepin' so...night." My speech is slurred. I click end call and hug my pillow. Twenty minutes later Victoria busts down my door and stomps into my room. She turns the light on and yanks the covers away from me.

"Time to get up! You can sleep in the car," she says. I get out of my bed and grab a pair of tiny pajama shorts. I slip them on. I already have on a cropped cami. She packs my bags for me while I brush my teeth. I grab my phone and earbuds and I slide on Colton's leather jacket. I yank a brush through my hair and shove my shoes into my sneakers.

"I'm ready," I say. She nods. She grabs my bags and we walk out of the house and into Mason's truck. I slide into the second row, only to find a smirking Colton.

"Nice outfit," he says. He's sitting in the middle seat. I yawn.

"Don't be a pervert. Now, I need to take a nap and I'm going to use your shoulder, so try not to enjoy this too much," I tell him. He shrugs. I take off his jacket and use it as a blanket. He puts his arm around me and I rest my head on his chest. He's warm and he smells good. 

"I know you told me not to enjoy this but," Colton says, "I have an excellent view of your shirt and those shorts are doing wonders for your ass,"

"I'm going to sleep, please try not to have any wet dreams,"I say. I snuggle closer to him. His arms wrap tighter around me, one's across my shoulders and the other one is resting on my upper thigh. I don't even care.

"Whatever you say, Ace," Colton says. Someone turns on the radio and I fall asleep. Colton strokes my hair and his fingers trace patterns on my thigh and stomach, almost absentmindedly as I sleep. And then I'm pretty sure he falls asleep too.

I wake up to bright sunlight. Colton's head is on my chest and his arms are around me. I blink and rub my eyes.

"Get off me, you oaf," I tell him. I flick Colton but he doesn't wake up, he just nuzzles my chest. My boobs are his pillow. Right. I shrug and stick my earbuds in. Mason and Victoria are talking. I hear her laugh occasionally over my music. After an hour I decide it's time for Colton to wake up. "Colton," I say. I shove him.

"What?" he murmurs.

"Get up," I say. He presses his face into my chest one more time before he pulls away and rubs his eyes. "Did you sleep good?"

"Yeah," he says. "Your breasts made a very comfortable pillow." He grins at me.

"Why do you always emphasise 'very'?" I ask him. He shrugs.

"Maybe it's because I want to. Every think of that, Mo? And I really have to commend you on that shirt and those shorts," Colton says. I frown at him.

"Do you only hang out with me so you can stare at my ass and my chest? Is that all you think about?" I ask. Colton smiles at me.

"Come on, Ace. Do you think I'm that terrible? All of the girls that I fuck? It's just because they have nice assets," he starts. I frown at him and open my mouth, he cuts me off, "But, I happen to enjoy your company. You happen to have a very nice ass and a nice amount of bust and I'm only human-and a horny teenage boy at that-so I'm sorry if I stare."

"Your point is? Right now you just sound like a major prick," I tell him.

"My point is that you have nice physical assets and you have a good personality," Colton says.

"Gee, you really know how to flatter a girl," I say.

"Please, if I wanted to I could flatter you so hard you'd have sex with me," he says. Victoria and Mason haven't noticed our conversation, too wrapped up in their own.

"Really?"

"I swear. I'd get you to take me, right here, right now," he tells me. I laugh.

"There's no way in hell you could actually do that. Even Jesus couldn't do that," I say.

"Jesus is an old dude with a beard and I'm an attractive eighteen year old that's very charming without a beard," Colton tells me.

"Go ahead, take your best shot, champ," I say. He grins at me and scoots closer and unbuckles his seatbelt so he can be as close to me as he wants to.

He leans in and smiles and his lips brush my jaw and then trail up to my ear. He whispers, "I hope you wore sexy panties."