Page 61 of Reckless

Kinda hard when the world is speculating I’m a fucking thief

Paul

Don’t let it bother you. We all know the truth

Jude

When they’re accusing you of this bullshit, come back and tell me about how not to be bothered

Paul

You can always reappear and say it’s bullshit. Ask someone else for advice if you don’t like mine

I lock my phone. I won’t get anything else out of Paul. It’s easier said than done letting it go. Is it more important to speak up than it is to stay with Krista and keep her protected?

Before last night, I would have said it was best to go back. Now, I can’t bring myself to do it. And it’s not just about the fact we fucked. That’s a bonus. In fact, it’s one hell of a bonus. I’ve had more fun with her in the last five days than I have ever had with any other woman, even the ones I’ve been in relationships with.

There is still no sign of her from the store. The hat is doing enough to keep people from looking over here. I guess hats like this aren’t uncommon around here. I’ve seen a couple of other guys wearing cowboy hats wandering around. Especially those driving large trucks. It does a good job of keeping anyone from seeing my face. And keeping the sun out of my eyes. It’s damn hot here.

I smile a little, thinking about how Krista looked at me when I came out of the bedroom wearing it. I could almost read her mind. She had that sexy as fuck look on her face, like she wanted to jump me.

I would have let her if we weren’t at a gas station. Although, who would know what we were doing inside this vehicle?

I’m not an insatiable beast unable to control myself. Well, maybe able to control myself for a while, but the thought of getting her under me again has my cock twitching.

What is taking so long? I look back up at the store and see her walking past the window. She’s filling up a basket. Wonder if she is buying more condoms. Not that we need them, given the size of the box she got back in Wall.

A couple walk by. The woman looks over as my head is lifted. She does a double take, but I duck my head, so the brim of the hat covers my face, then head back inside the RV.

It’s not safe standing around out here. Given my face is being blasted all over the media again because of this scandal with Cody, I’ve got to be even more careful.

Parched, I get a bottle of water from the fridge and sit down at the dining table. I keep thinking about Krista going to meet her friends. I get the impression she doesn’t want me tagging along, and that’s fine. I get it. She’s thinking of me.

Do I even want to meet her friends? It’s surprising to me that the answer to that question is yes. I do. I want to know everything I can about her. How has she got such a chokehold on me in so short a time? Not that she is asking anything of me.

It’s hard to read her though. Does she want me to stick around? Is this a bit of fun for her? Even more worrying to me, I’m not sure how that is making me feel. The thought of her disappearing from my life is leaving an empty pit in my stomach. Fuck, the thought of her with another man is making me all kinds of enraged.

Maybe she doesn’t want me to meet her friends. That niggles at me. What am I supposed to do while she is off with them, getting trashed? What if she meets another guy and hooks up while I’m sat hiding away in this RV? I kick myself for thinking that. I may not have known her long, but Krista isn’t the type to just hook up with someone random.

Doesn’t mean there aren’t people here she knows who she could be with.

“Fuck,” I groan.

I don’t think like this. No woman has ever made me feel such blinding jealousy before.

The door opens and Krista comes back in carrying a couple of bags. She smiles at me and all the fears and worries disappear. Her smile lights up the fucking room. Damn it, I’m so fucking screwed.

“I’ll drive the last leg into the city,” she says. I must pull a face she finds funny because she laughs. “There are lots of tight turns and other vehicles to worry about.”

“Fair enough. So, we’re going to Falls Park?”

“Yep, here,” she hands me a six pack of San Miguel beer and I can’t help but smile. “Don’t say I do nothing for you.”

As she settles into the driver’s seat, I can’t help but wonder if I’ll be drinking these alone while she is out enjoying an evening with her friends. At least we still have tonight. Maybe I can convince her to let me go with her tomorrow.

I join her at the front of the RV, and we head off.

She’s right. Krista needed to take over. Once we get into the city, I see now that I would never have been able to traverse some of the roads she takes. Krista has been quiet for most of the journey here and I’ve let her. We’re each lost in our own thoughts. Until we pass the first sign for the park. I’m excited to see the falls. They look awesome in pictures.

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