Badboy Ace novel Chapter 62

Rebecca's pov

I brace myself on one of the motorcycles as the truck starts bumping uncontrollably. I clenched my teeth when it swerves to the side making me drift in the direction. My head knocks on the metal and I let out a hiss.

"Hey drive better!" I roared and knocked on the metal that separated Ace, Ryn and I. They let out a laugh, letting me know that they've heard me.

I rolled my eyes and slumped on the floor of the truck. My phone blares from inside of my pocket and I quickly take it out. I looked at the name that popped up and answered it quickly.

"What do you want Nate?" I hissed lowly and looked around, even though there was no one around I still felt uncomfortable by the thought of talking to him. Especially since we were a little bit more acquainted.

"Calm down Ariel, just wanted to know if you've arrived safely and if you've met up with my sister and Ace?" He asked.

"Don't call me Ariel!" I hissed, still keeping my voice low. "And yes I'm currently inside the truck right now. Ryn and Ace had successfully taken it. The drivers are tied to a lamp post, by the way don't worry you'll be able to spot them on your way." I laughed remembering the two men who were currently shirtless and in the blazing sun.

Nate snorted. "You didn't seem to mind me calling you that last night or earlier. You know when we we-"

I cut him off feeling embarrassed at where the conversation was heading. "Nate shut up, I thought we were keeping things on a down low." I snapped.

"Calm down Ariel, it's not like anyone can hear us over the phone so you can talk dirty to me how you like, just like you did last night." He taunted.

I looked around, feeling as if someone was listening in on the conversation. It wasn't that I was embarrassed of sleeping with Nate, it's that I was embarrassed of having sex with him so quickly.

It happened after I had the bath. He had brought some clothes of his that I could wear, the short towel I had wrapped around me had slipped. All I could have done was freeze as he stared at my intimate parts in desire. Next thing I knew, he was pulling me towards him and we ended up in his room, on his bed, fucking like we were starved.

I had never felt such a way for a man before, the way he had caressed me made me feel that I was good enough. He looked pass the scars I had gotten from missions and kissed each one of them so tenderly that all I thought was him.

I had promised myself last night that it would only be once but then this morning I woke up with his limbs tangled with my own and I couldn't help getting turned on by the sight of him.

I wasn't one to sleep around, in fact the last time I had sex was with my ex-boyfriend Jeffrey in high school, who cheated on me every chance he got. He had broken me so badly that I started to have a hatred for men.