Page 40 of Reckless

Next, I see her on her knees, looking up at me, my hand gripping her hair as her lips close over me.

A grunt escapes me as I pump faster, my lower abdomen tightens.

“Fuuuuck,” I grind out, slapping one hand on the counter to stop myself from falling, as my cock jerks, and I come hard all over my hand.

It takes a few minutes for me to catch my breath and I listen for signs Krista heard me. The faint sound of music is all I hear. Shit, is she covering up the noise with music?

A strangled laugh bubbles up my throat. If she did know, would she have joined me?

I wash my hands, use the toilet and wash them again, then head back out. Krista is at the front of the RV. She’s changed into sweats and a t-shirt. Shit, the bathroom is right next to the bedroom. As I pass the fridge, I grab a couple of bottles of soda, then move up to the front.

Krista doesn’t look at me as I sit down. I side-eye her, wondering what she’s thinking.

“Feel better?” she asks, starting up the RV.

My eyes lock hard on the side of her face, but she doesn’t look at me. Her lip tilts though.

Fuck yeah, she knows what I did. I grin and pop my seatbelt into place, then turn to look out of the window.

Neither of us acknowledges it as she pulls out of the lot.

Chapter 11

My imagination is doing mental flip flops as I navigate down the dark and bumpy road, leading to the Boondock Campsite. I can still feel his lips against mine the more I try not to think about it.

Or anything else that happened after the kiss. I know he knows I am aware of what he did in the bathroom. That is one thing about an RV. The walls aren’t real. It’s why I’ve always been glad to be alone in here.

When the need arises, I can be as noisy and vocal as I want with no one else around. And damn him for dealing with his issue.

I mean, we could deal with it together if I had the balls to say I want him. A part of me is holding back. This is a temporary situation. He’s planning on being here for a couple of weeks. I can’t give it up three days in. No matter how much I want to.

There is also the need to protect myself. There is something between us. I can’t put a name to it, but I get the feeling taking it to the next level would leave me a wreck.

That kiss. That was a hell of a kiss. It lasted a few minutes, but all my senses were heightened to a level I’ve never known.

No man has ever kissed me like that.

I have to give Jude credit. He was quiet in the bathroom. I heard the long-exhaled curse and all I could think about was him finishing himself in there. My thighs clenched hard. The need to touch myself was almost blinding. Instead, I shoved away those thoughts and changed, then went to the front of the RV and put on some music.

It’s difficult to forget what happened prior to the kiss. No matter the attraction, or the heat between us. I have to remember there is something beneath his reaction to those guys. His desire to protect me against something that wasn’t a threat is concerning.

I can never understand his lifestyle. I’ve had my share of fans approaching me to talk, but it is nothing compared to what Jude has experienced. There must have been some awful incidents for him to react that way. I can’t help wondering if he’s been with a woman who had to deal with his fans, and maybe got hurt.

Jealousy burns through me. Don’t be so stupid. Of course he’s been with other women, like I’ve been with other men. I almost steer us straight into a huge pothole. My thoughts are so erratic and I’m not concentrating.

It is dark at the Badlands now. There are no lights on this campsite, so I need to be more careful. Ignoring the look Jude casts my way, I focus back on the road. It isn’t long before thoughts creep back in. I want to kiss him again. I want more. That brief kiss wasn’t enough.

Jude isn’t in the right frame of mind, even if he thinks he is.

I’m not the person to leave a situation unresolved. I hate not knowing what he’s thinking. The insecure part of me I’ve not felt in a long time is pushing up to the surface.

I don’t think he regrets it, but it’s odd how quiet he’s been since we set off. After what he did in the bathroom.

And his comment about relaxing once we got to the campsite. Or anything else you want to do.

We finally arrive. Usually, you need to get here early to get a spot, as it’s free and the vistas are amazing. There aren’t that many RVs. There are a lot of cars.

I came here with a friend once and she was gobsmacked people would spend the night in a car. There are no amenities here, no toilets or anywhere to buy food. She halfway changed her mind when she saw the views in the morning, but she never got over people going to the bathroom in the wild.

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