Broken Hill High (Broken Hill High #1)(53)

“I wish I was.”

An idea strikes and I grin at Nate. “You really want to get rid of her?”

“More than you could possibly know.”

With that, I unbuckle my seatbelt and he watches me with a curious gaze. “You asked for it,” I tell him before climbing across the center console and coming to a stop on his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck as I straddle him and he grins back at me as his hands slide down to my ass.

I seal my lips to his and he responds instantly, making my body burn with need. His hands roam over my back, ass, and thighs while mine fist into his dark hair, holding him closer.

It’s hot and quick, and when we pull away from each other, we’re both gasping for air. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he tells me.

“So, you keep telling me.”

“Do you believe it yet?”

I bite down on my bottom lip as I watch him. “Getting there,” I tell him.

I know that answer isn’t good enough for him, but it will have to do. He tilts his head to look around me and grins when he sees Ashley. I turn and watch the show as she stomps her foot and screams out before turning and huffing away. “You know,” he tells me. “This is going to make people talk.”

“Let them,” I say with a shrug. “How’s it any different from when they talk about it being a different girl? Which is all the time by the way.”

“This one means something,” he murmurs while pulling me in closer on his lap. I can’t help but melt into him and press my lips to his again. “Half the stuff isn’t true anyway.”

“Really?” I say against his lips. “So, you didn’t screw Jessica McMillian in the biology lab?”

He cringes.

“Or Laney in the back of this very car before doing her doggy style over the top of the hood?”

He cringes again.

“Or, Sa-”

He cuts me off by crushing his lips to mine again. “Ok, maybe most of it is true, but I didn’t screw Mrs. Phillips in the teachers' lounge.” Oh, thank god. “It was in the biology lab.”

“Are you kidding, right now?”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “She’s too old for my liking.”

“You’re such an idiot.”

He grins back at me. “Come on,” he says before pushing me back. “Screw saying hi to all these people. I want to get this party over and done with so I can take you home.”

“That’s fine by me,” I tell him as I get myself comfortable in his passenger’s side chair. “But you better make it good otherwise I’ll have to do it myself.”

He looks across at me with a smirk that could melt my underwear right off my body. “Now that I’d like to watch.”

I shake my head and cross my arms over my chest. “Get moving, Romeo.”

With that, he laughs to himself and peels out of the race track. Twenty minutes later, we’re pulling up at Parker’s place, ready for a good night.





Chapter 18


The second Nate and I step out of his car, we go our separate ways, just as we do at school. I walk around Parker’s home and squeeze myself through the throng of bodies as I watch Nate with a scowl as the bodies just seem to part for him before a beer is thrust straight into his hand and girls start gravitating towards him, hoping to be the special one he chooses to bury himself in tonight.

Hell, maybe if they’re lucky, he might choose a few of them. The jealousy rips through me and I have to remind myself that we’re not together and remember the fact that Nate was an asshole for nearly five years of my life. I’ve been forgetting that a lot over the past two weeks, especially when he treats me so good and makes me feel things that I’ve never felt before.

“Tora,” I hear my name being called from across the room.

My head whips around to find Brooke sitting on Maxen’s lap with a red cup in her hand, and from the look of it, I’d dare say she’s already wasted. I hold my hand up to say ‘wait a minute’ and duck past the kitchen to get myself a drink.

I find Jesse there, lining up a row of shots for a few girls and I grin as I come up next to him. “You’re here early,” I say. “I thought you would have been, ah… entertaining a little longer.”

He stops pouring the shots and turns so he can narrow his eyes on me. “And just what are you implying, Tori?” he says, using the nickname he knows I hate.

I can’t help the laughter that bubbles up within me. “Oh, nothing,” I tell him. “Just that it mustn’t have lasted very long.”

“I’ll have you know,” he tells me. “I absolute blew that girl’s mind. Three times, actually.”

“Uh huh,” I laugh as I steal one of the shots and throw it back before pouring myself a drink. “What was the girl’s name?”

“Why?” he questions. “You want to go and check with her just how good I was?”

“No,” I laugh. “I want to see if you can remember her name.”

“Oh, um, it was…,” his eyes narrow further, though this time it’s in pure concentration. “It was… Shit.”

Laughter comes tearing out of me. “That’s what I thought,” I say before scooping my drink off the table and heading back towards where Brooke’s three seconds away from giving Maxen a lap dance. “Hey,” I say as I fall down into the space beside them.