Page 63 of Reckless

“Is that the only reason you’re asking me along, Krista?”

“No,” her eyes widen. “Oh God, of course not. I want you to come. I want you to meet…” her brow creases.

I could take that the wrong way, but I know what she is saying. She’s thinking about my privacy, about how her friends will react to me. She wants me around, she wants me to meet her friends. That shit shouldn’t make me feel so damn happy.

“Don’t make a big deal of it,” she kicks out her foot and knocks my shin.

Clearly, the grin I was trying to keep stifled is spreading. But, reality check. I do need to ensure my safety and privacy. It’s one thing going out to see all these tourist attractions in the wild, wearing a semi-disguise. A nightclub in a big city, not the same thing. Even with this Wayne guy's precautions, there is always a risk someone runs off to spill what they’ve seen.

Some people would sell their grandmas for a fast buck. The people at Bill’s party back in Montana should have been trustworthy, but someone told the press I’d vanished.

I’m supposed to still be ‘missing’ and in the middle of a huge controversy, to boot. I’m making Krista and her friends vulnerable to the savagery of the media if anyone finds out where I am.

“How did they take it?”

“Drew was shocked. She accused me of kidnapping you,” she snickers. “I gave her some of the detail, but I didn’t tell her everything about you. Just that we met by happenstance. You needed a ride, and you wanted to try out the nomad lifestyle.”

“And she bought that?”

“No. But I didn’t tell her anything else. It’s your private business and I’m not going to go spreading it around.”

“Did you tell her about…” I stick my thumb up and point it at the bedroom. When did I become such a fucking prude? Did you tell her we fucked? It’s not that hard to say.

“She’s my best friend.”

I rub a hand over my mouth to hide the smile. Best friends are tricky though, even I know that. It could go one of two ways, she will be awed and thrilled and desperate for information, or she’ll be overprotective, wanting to make sure her friend doesn’t get hurt. Either way, I’m in for a grilling.

“She threatened to set the RV alight if I didn’t give her the lowdown.”

“As in how I am in bed?”

Krista laughs, throwing her head back. “I’m sure that’ll be her first question when she gets me alone, but no, she didn’t ask that.”

“What will you tell her?”

Krista gets up and tries to squeeze past me. Oh no, she doesn’t get to ignore that question. Truth is, I kind of want to know. We’ve had our usual banter, she hasn’t let on that what we did has affected her detrimentally, or there are any regrets, but we haven’t exactly talked about it.

I jump up and wrap my arms around her waist from behind, pressing my face against her neck. It gets lost in all her hair, but I don’t mind. She smells like cherries, a smell I’m becoming addicted to.

Krista struggles, but all that does is make her ass grind against my cock, which can’t help but respond to being pressed up against all that fuckable flesh, even through her clothes. She makes a surprised sound, obviously feeling what is going on behind her.

I move her hair and kiss her neck but let her go. She looks over her shoulder at me. The most sexy, sultry look on her face. She’s gone into a sex fog and I’m pretty sure if I pulled her pants down and pressed her against the wall, she wouldn’t stop me.

I like her breathless. Shit, I’ve not got that much self-control. We’re in a public parking lot.

Fuck where we are.

I stalk her back to the wall, slamming my hands on it at either side of her head.

“Jude,” she half whispers, half moans as I run my hand up her inner thigh. Her shorts are thin. I can feel the heat of her against my fingertips as I ghost them over her clothes between her thighs.

Leaning in, I kiss her mouth, briefly with just enough pressure that when I pull back she almost falls forward, her lips chasing mine. Her eyes are glazed, and her mouth parts in a small O when I drop to my knees and press my face into her stomach.

She doesn’t stop me when I inch her shorts down, catching her panties at the same time to avoid wasting precious time. A small grin spreads across my mouth as I see how wet she is. Always fucking ready.

Krista cries out at my first taste. As I fuck her with my tongue, she grabs onto my hair, her fingers raking over my scalp. When she pulls a little too hard, it means I’m doing my job right. Her pleasure is fast becoming my new goal in life.

I go harder, then softer until she’s a writhing mess. I love every second of how she moves, pushing her hips into me, then pulling away like she can’t decide how much she wants. A few strokes away from her coming, I pull back.

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