Chapter 12

He let out a sigh and placed his helmet back, before he gripped my hips and lifted me up, helping me get on the motorcycle.

I hated that he was so tall; I felt so tiny in comparison to him.

He removed his Miami Heat snapback and put in on my head, before he put his helmet on and easily climbed in front of me.

“Don’t I get some protection for my head?”

He shook his head, putting the keys in, starting the roaring engine.

“But I’ll fall off and break my head!” I said scared.

“Then you better hold on tight.”

So I did. I wrapped my arms loosely around his waist, but ended up almost squeezing him when the motorcycle jerked forward.

I closed my eyes the entire way there, too afraid that if I opened them, I’d freak out because of the fast pace.

I don’t know how long he drove, but I know it was dark when I started hearing loud music. I opened my eyes and Nate slowed down, finally stopping in front of a big house (more like a mansion).

He parked his motorcycle in a cramped space between two cars and turned the engine off, before easily sliding off onto the ground.

He removed his helmet and hung it by the handlebar.

“I’m-” I started as I tried to climb off, but I slipped and fell on my bum, making Nate face palm himself.

I stood up and wiped my bum, as he took the cap of my head, putting it on his.

“How late is it?” I asked as we made our way across the lawn, trying not to trip over passed out people and red cups everywhere.

“Ten o’clock sharp.” he answered as he walked up the stairs.

“NATE MATE!”

He stopped and turned around, making me copy his actions. Two guys made their way towards us. One was tall and one was short. Nate fist bumped both of them.

“Glad you could make it mate.” the taller one said.

“Wouldn’t be a party without me yeah.” Nate spoke and laughed.

“So who’s this?” the short guy asked looking me up and down. His voice was feminine.

And I would bet anything that they weren’t Irish.

“Is she your-“

“No.” Nate answered quickly, right when a girl with colorful hair (she had literally every color I’ve ever seen in her hair) appeared from inside next to the shorter guy.

She was holding two red cups in her hand, and gave one to him, before he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close.

She had a lot of tattoos (it wasn’t hard to notice since she was wearing a revealing crop top and booty shorts-hey maybe she knew Katherine!) and her nose, ears, lip and eyebrows were pierced.

“Hey Nate.” she said in a flirty tone and Nate smirked at her.

“Hey Hannah.”

Another Hannah. Oh great.

Didn’t her boyfriend notice what was going on here?

“So who’s this?” she asked, just like her boyfriend.

“Rey.” I said before Nate could make out any words.

“I’m Hannah.” she said, before she turned to the guys, not allowing them to speak.

“They’re doing body shots off of Lindsay, you should go.”

The two of them shuffled uncomfortably, before they disappeared inside, mumbling and wishing Nate a good time.

“So we I got the good stuff in my bedroom…if you want a hit.” she said to Nate, who licked his lips as he looked down at her.

“Nah, later maybe.” he said.

“Do you want a cup of Vodka then?”

Nate shook his head, and she suddenly got on her tiptoes and whispered something into his ear, before she licked her lips, totally forgetting that I was awkwardly standing here.

Nate shook his head and she seemed surprised, before she told us that she’d see us around.

“You said you wouldn’t drink tonight.” I stated out of the blue.

“And I won’t.”

“And doesn’t she have a boyfriend?” I asked as I followed him inside the huge house.

People were everywhere, dancing, kissing and practically having sex on tables, furniture and against the wall.

This wasn’t my scene at all.

Nate laughed.

“She does, but he’s not really paying attention to her, so she looks for the dick elsewhere.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Aren’t all three of them from England?”

He nodded. “Hannah’s parents own this house as a vacation house. The beach is right across the street.”

“Well I know it’s none of my business, but I find it kind of rude that she’s cheating on her boyfriend…with you.”

He let out a laugh when we arrived in the kitchen, which seemed like the emptiest room on the lot.

A couple of people were in the corner getting drunk by doing shots, and a couple was making out against the counter.

“Why are you laughing?” I asked as he opened the cupboard, getting out a bottle of Coke.

“Because her boyfriend is gay.”

I blinked. “What?”

“Louis is gay. He’s fucking Chris, the other guy you just met.”

“But…Chris doesn’t…he doesn’t look or sound gay.” I said.

“Well they’re both denying that, but having the cock of your best mate in your ass is pretty gay if you ask me.”

I blushed at his use of words and accepted the red cup filled with coke that he offered me.

“So they’re a secret?”

“They’re not even together, they just like to fuck.” he said staring to walk towards a door that led outside.

“What?”

He abruptly stopped and turned around, making me stop and bump into the counter.

Déjà vu.

“Just because two people fuck, it doesn’t mean they have to be together,” he said.

“Like you and Katherine.”

He looked down at my lips, then back up at me.

“Like me and Katherine.” he repeated nodding.

I chose to drop the subject, mainly because he was really close to my face right now.

“Have you ever danced with someone?” he asked pulling away, placing his cup on the counter next to me.

I shook my head and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me after him. I didn’t get the chance to get rid of my cup, because he already pushed me into the mass of people in the huge room, which seemed to be the living room, judging by the massive TV on the wall.

Before I knew what was going on, Nate pulled me against his chest and placed his hand on my waist. He started moving his hips with the beat of the loud club music, and if you asked me, it was a very sensual and intimate movement.

However, I followed his lead, and I didn’t hear him complaining. His nose touched my neck and his hot breath was hitting my skin, making my whole body electrified.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing, after sixteen years of doing nothing with someone.

He turned me around, and his hands instantly travelled down my back and stopped on my asscheeks. I didn’t bother to remove them, because to be honest I liked it when he was touching me.

He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine, heavily breathing into my mouth. My arms went around his neck, and I somehow managed not to spill the coke on his back.

I closed my eyes and just when I thought he was going to kiss me, he pulled away. I frowned, confused and pulled my arms away from his neck as he took a step back.

“Follow me!” he yelled over the music.

I nodded, my heart starting to beat faster because I had no idea what he wanted to take me. He led me outside through the backdoor. A LOT of people were dancing around the pool, and some couples were making out in it.

I saw Hannah on a lounge chair talking to a guy, but when she spotted Nate, she waved him over, smiling from ear to ear.

“Uh, I think I’m going to the bathroom…” I said, not in the mood to socialize.

He shrugged. “I’ll be here.”

I made my way back inside and managed to find the bathroom at the end of the hallway. I washed my hands and inhaled deeply, wondering what the fuck I was doing here. This was a bad idea.

When I got back, Nate was talking to a couple of boys that seemed interested in what he had to say.

Nate’s laugh erupted through the whole garden and I knew immediately that he was high. Definitely.

When he saw me, he rose his eyebrows and excused himself, before he came towards me. He buried his hands in his pockets and laughed.

Yup, he was definitely high.

“Waasaaaap.” he asked doing a weird dance as he approached me.

“You’re on drugs.” I stated.

“Nah. Just weed.”

He then got a small box and a lighter out of his pocket, and opened the box. He smirked like an idiot and pulled out a fag, before he put the box back into his pocket.

He lighted the joint and took a drag. He let the smoke out in my face, smiling.

“You said you weren’t going to do that tonight.” I said crossing my arms over my chest.

“I said I wasn’t going to drink. Not that I wasn’t going to smoke.”

“You’re a dick. I want to go home.”

“What?” he pouted.

I turned my head away from him, obviously pissed, but he caught my chin with two of his fingers.

I looked him in the eyes, which were glassy and bloodshot.

“Try it,” he urged, holding out the joint in front of me.

“Yeah no thanks.” I snorted stepping away from him.

He shrugged, taking a drag. “Your loss.”

He suddenly put his arm around my shoulders.

“You don’t look like you’re having a good time.”

“Because I’m not. I want to go home.” I repeated.

His eyes fell to my lips.

“Only if…you know.”

I blushed and smacked his chest.

“God, Nate.”

He laughed and dropped the joint on the grass, stepping over it.

“It’s only been two hours.” he whined and sat down on a lounge chair by the pool.

I was standing in front of him. He suddenly smirked and slipped his index finger into my pants, taking me off guard.

He managed to pull me over his lap, so I would straddle him. I placed my hands on his shoulders because I had the feeling that he would fall on his back and I’d end up being on top of him.

Not that I would mind

He looked at my lips again, before he cupped my bum (he seemed to have a thing for doing that).

“I can make you have a good time,” he whispered against my lips.

My heart started beating faster at his words, because I knew exactly what he meant. But I didn’t say anything.

He unbuttoned my pants with one swift motion of his fingers, and slid his hand in my underwear.

I moaned as he bit his lip.

“No one has ever touched you like this…am I right?"