Page 103 of Reckless

“Why does he think I’m going back to LA?” I ask once we’re in the car and pulling away. Luther shrugs. He knows something, he said as much upstairs. “Tell me.”

“You originally said you’d be with Krista for two weeks.”

“I don’t need to run my plans by them.”

“Which is why I said what I did.”

My brows arch. Luther wouldn’t normally get involved in decisions like that. “Okay. Thanks, I guess.”

He doesn’t acknowledge that. “Has this set things back, or are you still following Krista’s itinerary?”

“Why do you say that like you know what the itinerary is?”

“Because we talked about it. Following you around wasn’t an issue, but now you know we’re here, we can prepare, plan for things.”

“What? When?”

“When I asked her.” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road. “She’s good people.”

My lip twitches. I was about to give him shit for asking Krista where we’re planning on going but hearing him say that stops me. It takes a lot to impress Luther. He didn't want me driving around the country in a camper van, but it seems she has won him over.

It doesn’t take long to get back to the campsite and when I see the RV, a weird sense of coming home hits me. For the longest time, I haven’t felt as if I had a home. Sure, I own a house in LA, but we tour that much, I would say over the last three years I’ve spent about five months there at most.

The RV wouldn’t feel like home if the woman who owns it wasn’t there. I’ve barely been gone three hours, and I missed her. She was on my mind while Ivy was trying to flash her pussy at me, or offering to take me to her room. Ivy is attractive, with a killer body, but I don’t care. No one compares to Krista.

I’m about to get out of the car when Luther turns to me. His face is serious. “You don’t want us here. I understand that. We will maintain our distance, but we’re not leaving.”

“It feels a lot like no one trusts me.”

“It’s not you we don’t trust,” he says darkly.

“What does that mean?”

“It means it’s better to be safe than sorry. What happened in Minneapolis was mild compared to some of the shite we’ve dealt with over the years.”

“What aren’t you telling me?” I frown.

“Nothing. I’m just making sure you know we’re not here to get in your way or make you feel like you’re not trusted. Just don’t ditch us.”

“I’m not a fucking teenager.”

“Ethan did it, and he got arrested. Riggs is still smarting about that,” he mutters.

“I’m not Ethan.”

“You have more at stake than he does.”

Luther gets out of the car before I can ask what that is supposed to mean. I jump out the other side and hurry around to ask him, but the RV door opens before I can say anything.

Riggs steps out holding a mug of coffee. And I know it’s fucking stupid, but seeing him, then Krista appearing in the doorway behind him, looking all kinds of fucking sexy, pisses me off.

Luther has got me all riled up with his cryptic shit.

When Krista smiles at me, I forget all about both of them.

Chapter 25

There is something different about the way he is tonight, much more intense, determined to make me come as many times as possible before he finishes. Not that I’m complaining about it, as the pleasure builds. He tugs on my hair again and it makes my back arch. He bites my neck as he thrusts into me, and my eyes squeeze shut from the sensations rippling through me, from my scalp to my toes.

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