Page 134 of Reckless

I pointedly look at Sol and she nods, letting me know she will be calling me.

Krista lurches out of her seat when I grab her hand and pull her up. She stumbles into me and laughs as her feet try to right themselves. I can smell beer on her. It’s okay. I’m glad she had a good time. I’m driving tonight.

“What’s the rush?” she asks.

“We’re on a schedule, Krista.” I look down my nose at her. She can never resist a good schedule.

After saying our goodbyes, I usher her out of the dressing room. Riggs is outside with Steadman, a new guy on the team. Luther is around somewhere. He's still on the team. Things have remained strained between us but I promised Krista not to hold it against him. Riggs lifts his chin and tosses me the keys to the RV. They’re going to stay with Sol and Ethan and leave Krista and I to do this alone.

Riggs might not be as close to Sol anymore, but I still see the way he looks at her. That is not for me to worry about. I have a place I need to be.

When I step into the RV, a sense of peace washes over me. I’ve been on a high all night, but now it feels like I can breathe. Krista grabs the snacks and water and sets up in the passenger seat while I stow our bags and get into the driver’s seat.

“Are you sure you don’t want to rest first? You just did a three-hour show with no breaks.”

“I’m good. Fasten your seatbelt. Besides, you drank beer that isn’t low cal, low alcohol, vinegar flavored water.”

“My, how the tables have turned,” she laughs. “Can I pick the music?”

“Have at it, babe.” She scrolls while I turn up the heat. We won’t put the fire on till we’ve parked up, but the heaters up front are good enough to keep the chill at bay.

She’s asleep within an hour. I pull over and carry her to the couch, so she is comfortable and adjust her, so the seatbelt is securing her, cover her with a blanket and head back up to the front.

Back on the road, I soak up the peace of the quiet highway, the occasional car passing by, and the music playing low. I remember little from the original drive along this highway. I was too busy looking at Krista’s legs and marveling that she loved music so much. And how she’d handled Cody fucking Rigsby.

That asshole is in federal prison. It took forever to get the full investigation complete, and charges brought against him. But the extent of what he had stolen went into the hundreds of thousands. Quicksilver wanted everything thrown at him and that happened.

When I hit the bumpy road leading into the Boondock campsite, I ease us over to the wall. It’s fucking freezing right now, so we have our pick of the space. There are three other RVs, but no tents, and they’re all spaced far apart. It’s pitch dark outside and feels like I’ve driven into a black hole.

It’s perfect.

“Are we there?” Krista’s sweet voice rouses me from my seat.

“Yeah. It’s almost two AM,” I say before she asks. Because I know her and how she thinks.

“You need to sleep,” she wipes at her eyes as I lean down and brush some hair back off her face.

“Sounds like a plan,” I yawn.

Krista unbuckles her belt and takes my hand, following me into the bedroom. Everything about this place is so familiar. Even though we haven’t been in it since we arrived in Chicago last year and Krista isn’t due for her annual summer tour yet.

“Is that…” Krista laughs and moves over to the bed. She picks up the black cowboy hat that I’d left lying in the middle of the bed and turns to me. “If you weren’t dead on your feet, I’d make you put it on and ride you like a good little cowboy.”

“Little?” I arch a brow. “Why do I feel awake enough to prove there is nothing little about my cowboy?”

Her laugh is husky, but it turns to a yelp as I bend forward and grab the backs of her thighs, lifting her up so her legs glide around my hips.

What I should do is get some sleep, because we need to be up in a couple of hours if I want to enact my plan. But she is so fucking addictive, I can’t stop myself. There are far too many layers to peel off her before I’m touching bare skin. I watch the goosebumps raise on her arms, as I pull down the straps of her bra. Her tits are highlighted by the moonlight coming in through the window behind me.

I want to see all her gorgeous flesh, but she’s too cold and I can’t have that. I shove the duvet to the side and she scampers under it, peeking out to watch me strip off, making a show of it just to keep that smile on her face. Even if it feels like my balls want to shrivel up and bury themselves inside me.

“God damn it’s fucking cold,” I shiver.

“Get in here,” she cries, and I dive under the covers with her. “Did you not put the heaters on throughout the RV?”

“What?”

“The heaters, they’re throughout the whole RV. The controls are by the door.”

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