Lost ~Thomas Sangster Love Story

Chapter 25

After breakfast Dylan and Thomas played their game as I went to my room to read. Well, I couldn't read because I couldn't get comfortable. I couldn't stop thinking about Thomas and his hands on me.

I sat up and walked to the top of the stairs and yelled down to Thomas. He was always playing that stupid game, he could take a break and spend time with me.

"Yes."

"Come here!" I yelled back down.

"Just a minute."

I went back to my room and flopped down on the bed with a sigh. Do I really want him to come up and touch me? I could feel the heat spread throughout my body as I thought of Thomas's hands on me.

I huffed and rolled onto my stomach as the door opened and Thomas poked his head in. I pressed my thighs together as I turned to look at him. Hopefully my cheeks weren't as red as they felt.

"What do you need, Tess?"

"I was bored." I replied and turned onto my side as he closed the door and leaned against it.

"What do you want to do?" He asked and crossed his arms over his chest.

His shirt rode up and I could see the smooth skin on the curve of his hip bones. I turned away so he couldn't see my face get red and grabbed a book off the nightstand.

"I want to read."

"No. You don't call me all the way upstairs just so you can read!"

His hands wrapped around my ankles and I was pulled to the end of the bed. I dropped the book and I was rolled onto my back, as it thumped on the floor.

His hands ran up my legs and to my shorts. Heat and pleasure spread throughout my body and I tried to push my legs together. He kept them apart and leaned down and pressed his body against mine.

My hands went to his hair as his travelled up my body to my hair. Once at my hair he pressed his lips to mine and tangled his fingers in my hair. His other hand pushed my shirt up and began to tug on my bra.

He leaned away and pulled my shirt off. I had to arch my back to help him and then his lips were on my chest. His hands went to my shorts as I pulled on his shirt and he slipped it off.

His bare chest pressed against mine and heat spread throughout my body as his lips travelled down my body and too my hips. Once on my hips he began to bite and I moaned as a knock sounded on the door. Well, it was more of a pounding.

I jumped as Thomas moved back and kissed my cheek. He pressed his body against mine as his lips travelled to my neck.

"Thomas!" Dylan shouted and pounded on the door again.

Thomas didn't answer, but instead pushed his fingers down the waistband of my shorts. I gasped and my hands went to his hair.

"Thomas! The cops are coming!"

Thomas froze and his hands left my body as he stood up. Once he was up he picked my shirt up off the floor and handed it to me.

"Put it on." He said and kissed my cheek as he walked to the door.

I slipped the shirt on and began to fix my hair. It has to be messy from Thomas touching it. Once at the door Thomas glanced back at me, as I pulled my shirt down, then opened the door. Him and Dylan talked as I pulled my hair into a bun.

"Tess, come here." Thomas said holding his hand out.

I walked to the door and once I stood by him he grabbed my hand and lead me to the stairs. At the bottom he handed me my shoes and told me to put them on.

"Thomas was is going on. Why are the cops coming? Did they find me?"

He didn't answer, but instead help me put a jacket on. It was his black leather jacket and the sleeves were way to long for me. Once the jacket was on I was pulled to the door and he grabbed a helmet as he walked onto the porch.

We stopped by the garage, were Dylan stood with Thomas's bike. He placed a blue helmet on his head, then a pair of gloves.

"Thomas." I started, but was cut off as he placed the helmet on my head.

Once the helmet was on I pushed the visor up as Dylan sat on the bike. Thomas closed the visor then helped me on the bike. He placed my arms around Dylan, then leaned in to talk with him.

The bike came to life and my arms tighten around Dylan. He glanced back at me and his body began to shake. He's laughing at me. This was the first time I've ever been on a motorcycle, dirt bike, whatever this was. My parents did not like them, so they never let me ride on them.

Thomas stepped away and Dylan turned the bike. My arms tightened again as he turned onto a narrow path that lead behind the house. I never noticed the path before.

I looked back to see Thomas watching us. He had not put his shirt back on and stood watching, with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. As we drove the noise of the sirens became loud enough from me to hear over the motor of the bike.

Then we turned and Thomas disappeared and the sirens faded as Dylan drove away from the house.