He took off up a path into the trees at high speed, climbing the hill and veering off of the track onto the muddy ground as the rain washed over us. My heart beat like crazy and my stomach swirled with butterflies as we crested the hill then raced down the other side of it full throttle.
“Kyan!” I yelled in fear, surprise, excitement. I was still angry at him, but hell this was exhilarating.
He tore along the bumpy ground, weaving through the trees down a narrow track which looked regularly used and I wondered how I hadn’t known he owned this bike. But then again, there were a thousand things I didn’t know about Kyan Roscoe when I really thought about it. Outside of this school, I had no idea who he was. Who his family were. He’d never shared anything with me apart from his desire to fight and fuck. That was all he wanted me to see. I wasn’t special enough to him to be shown anything deeper.
We climbed another hill, reaching the top with a bump and Kyan slowed to a halt. I was shaking with the thrill of the ride and I was aware of every place our bodies connected, the heat of him blazing through his sodden blazer. I didn’t even feel the cold. Every part of me was alive with raging, spiralling heat.
He kicked the stand down and pulled the helmet off of my head, hanging it on the handlebars behind me. The rain rushed down on my face once more and Kyan’s eyes followed the movements of the droplets rolling along my cheeks. I could taste him on the air, his lips so close, so inviting. But at the same time, his eyes warned me off like I was getting too close to a wild animal.
“Get off the bike,” he growled and I frowned, starting to hate this monster act he’d committed himself to since I’d punished him.
“You don’t have to be a dick, you know? You’ve made your point,” I said, raising my voice over the howling wind.
“Get off!” he barked, making my heart leap and I slammed up my walls against him.
“Asshole.” I dismounted and turned around, my breath catching in my throat as I gazed down the hill to a large clearing in the woods below. The earth had been carved into a track with man-made mounds rising up around it, spiralling towards a large wooden jump at the heart of it.
“You see that plank of wood?” He pointed to where it was laying on the ground ten feet in front of the jump.
“Yeah?” I asked, sensing I didn’t wanna know why he was pointing it out.
“Go lie down on it and don’t move an inch,” he growled, giving me a push toward the edge of the hill.
I balled my hands into fists, hesitating for a second as he started revving the engine behind me.
“Scared yet, baby?” he called and my jaw locked tight. He wanted me to flinch, but it wasn’t going to happen.
He continued to rev the engine and I looked back at him, my hair plastered to my cheeks, victory seeping into his expression.
I had a feeling he was going to let me refuse this if I really wanted to, but that look on his face said he was hoping for me to chicken out. And I wasn’t going to do it.
I flipped him the finger then jogged down the hill like an eager beaver and laid down on the plank at the bottom of it which was half sinking into the mud. My throat was tight and my pulse was elevating with true fear. What the fuck am I doing?
Kyan gazed down at me from the top of the hill, smoke pluming from the exhaust of his bike as he stared, his brow pinched in confusion. He suddenly grabbed the helmet, shoving it on so he looked like a true demon, spinning the bike around and racing down the hill onto the track. He veered away from me and I choked against the fumes that billowed my way as he tore up and down the huge humps, jumping and doing tricks like it was second nature to him.
My heart thundered in my ears as he made his way around the track, spiralling ever closer to the central jump that would lead him right over me. Or onto me. Shit, why am I doing this? And why don’t I want to stop?
The buzz of adrenaline in my veins made my head spin and a quietly wild part of me was enjoying this. The anticipation was making my veins hum and my heart thump against the base of my throat. I was terrified and ecstatic, bordering on diving into insanity as Kyan turned towards the jump, speeding up it with the growl of the engine burrowing into my skull.
Oh my god, this is insane!
He raced over the edge, soaring towards me through the air, the front wheel higher than the back, his head cocked down to look at me. My breathing halted all together as he sailed over me, my eyes wide and my pulse slamming against my ear drums.
He missed me by several feet, the bike thudding onto the ground and skidding in the mud as he came to a halt.
He turned his head, flipping up the visor as he gazed at me with lust and hate and awe written into what little I could see of his features. The engine idled as we locked eyes, the rain rushing
