All Chapters of The Bucket List : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Kieran drove slowly like he had promised me he would, but even then, I couldn’t just shake away the fear of being on the back of his bike. I actually felt sick. Cars in all shapes and sizes passed us at a speed that was beyond scary.The helmet I wore along with his leather jacket, protected me from the worst of the sharp winds but my legs were bare which meant I actually felt the small pebbles hitting my skin along with the cool wind.There was at least one upside so far; I could feel every sharp ridge of his abdomen through his thin shirt beneath my hands. My breasts were smashed to his broad back, my groin pressed against his ass, and my thighs pressed against the back of his. It was quite comfortable.Licking my dry lips, I slipped my hands a little lower until I reached the hem of his shirt. With a rolling stomach, I slipped my hand underneath the thin material. His skin was warm and firm. I squeezed my eyes closed a little tighter as I explored him. If he was affected by my touc

Kieran wasn’t answering the door.Unease gripped me when I knocked again, and there was no reply from him. He had drank wine with us when we were at Albany’s, and it worried me. Kieran has been sober for nearly five years; one slip up and he could fall back into his bad habits.Pulling my phone from my pocket, I dialed his number and then pressed my phone to my ear. From inside the apartment, I could hear his familiar ringtone.So he was home. Then why the hell wasn’t he answering the door?I ended the call and knocked on the door again. Muttering a curse, I pulled the keys from my pocket and searched for his spare key I had. I was just about to slip the key into the lock when the door was pulled open.“You’re too early for the party, Sev. It hasn’t started yet,” Kieran muttered with a smirk.I blinked at him and then chuckled as his words registered. Kieran turned around and walked away. Pushing the keys back into my pocket, I stepped into his apartment and kicked the door closed beh

I barely slept a wink.Kieran’s words wouldn’t leave my mind all night. It was so confusing. Then again, some parts made sense. Kieran seemed a bit distant at times. Was he only pretending to be into me? But why would he do that? My alarm went off half an hour after I finished my shower. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pulled on my shoes and then leaned over to grab my phone from the bedside table to turn off the alarm.I checked the group but found no more messages after Kieran’s. So they all went to bed after that, but did any of them actually sleep? Shaking my head, I dragged my bags over to the door and then made myself a cup of coffee and carried it over to the window.My eyes were glued to the sky where the sun was going to rise, but the sound of a bike approaching had my eyes snapping down. I watched as a man on a big bike parked at the curb. He got off the bike with such grace that it made jealousy flash through me. The air got locked in my throat when he turned and looked

Day two didn’t start any better.We had to spend a night at a cheap motel since none of us thought of where we were going to sleep during the trip to their parent’s house. Our day started later than we had planned, and to make things worse, we somehow managed to lose Kieran along the way.Silence hung in the air between the three of us. Thomas was driving while Steven sat shotgun. I had taken dips on the back seat where I was stretched out with a bunch of pillows behind my back. I had a notebook and my phone resting on my lap while I clutched the folded piece of paper with my bucket list written on it in my hand.My eyes darted to the front of me, where Severide sat.We hadn’t had time for the conversation that started yesterday. After what happened yesterday, the twins hadn’t exactly left us alone. I couldn’t decide whether I was thankful for it or extremely irritated at them.Severide’s attention was focused on a book, and based on the cover, it looked kind of boring.Rolling my eye

Kieran drove slowly like he had promised me he would, but even then, I couldn’t just shake away the fear of being on the back of his bike. I actually felt sick. Cars in all shapes and sizes passed us at a speed that was beyond scary.The helmet I wore along with his leather jacket, protected me from the worst of the sharp winds but my legs were bare which meant I actually felt the small pebbles hitting my skin along with the cool wind.There was at least one upside so far; I could feel every sharp ridge of his abdomen through his thin shirt beneath my hands. My breasts were smashed to his broad back, my groin pressed against his ass, and my thighs pressed against the back of his. It was quite comfortable.Licking my dry lips, I slipped my hands a little lower until I reached the hem of his shirt. With a rolling stomach, I slipped my hand underneath the thin material. His skin was warm and firm. I squeezed my eyes closed a little tighter as I explored him. If he was affected by my touc