Everything about the idea of spending the next few days alone with Eli was intoxicating, making it pretty much impossible to change her mind and tell him she was going to stay. Even if she knew that's what she should do, that wasn't what she wanted. Everything in her was dying to finish what they'd started in the bathroom. She wanted him again and she wanted it so badly, she was willing to push aside everything that was wrong about it and just focus on the fact that if felt good. Even if it was selfish.
“I don’t know.” He finally answered with a smirk and she watched him head over to his bike and check for his guns before swinging himself onto it. “But, anywhere is better than here right?” he said gesturing with his head for her to climb on and she shrugged because he was right. “Let’s get the hell out of here babe.” He said with a wicked smirk, making her smirk.
Now was her last chance to turn him down. She could walk away, maybe walk home like she'd planned before or head back inside and find Eric. Or she could get on the bike with him. She knew what would happen is she got on that bike. They'd spend the next few days in bed and, by the time they came back, there'd be absolutely no stopping it. She'd be hopelessly addicted to him. Now she had the chance to stop it before it even started.
But in the end, Jade had never liked doing what was good for her so she just pushed off the wall and headed over to him. She swung herself smoothly onto the bike behind him and wrapped her arms around him with a smirk, dying to get the fuck out of there and be alone with him.
Harley kissed him hard and he kissed back. It had been way too long since they'd been together and standing there with her wet body against his was almost torturous because it made him want her so bad it hurt. She pulled away eventually and laced their fingers, leading him out of the water and up to the porch of the house where she stopped again and pulled him close.
Ben wrapped an arm around her and smirked, watching her grab one of the liquor bottles and take a drink before setting it back down. She glanced up at him and he smirked at her as she ran her fingers along his chest, driving him absolutely crazy as she traced shapes along his waistline, making it hard to just stand there and not kiss her or touch her. It had been so long since they'd fucked. He'd been wasting his time on stupid sluts for the past three years and none of them had compared to Harley in the least bit.
“You got any drugs?” She smirked and he smirked back. “Unless you want to fuck sober.” She raised a brow as she sat up on her knees and brought her lips tantalizingly close to his. “Either way if you don’t start fucking me soon I’m liable to lose my mind more then I already have.” She whispered against his lips, and he groaned softly when she slipped a hand down his boxers.
Ben grabbed a fistful of her hair and kissed her hard, slipping his tongue past her lips, kissing her almost desperately before moving his lips along her jaw and down her neck, using his grip on her hair to tilt her neck back. His hand rubbed her thigh roughly as he kissed her before he pulled away altogether with a smirk and headed over to his jeans. He bent and pulled a baggie of coke out of his pocket before turning back to her, tossing it to her with a smirk. "Let's get inside and out that to good use." He said with a wicked grin.