Page 64 of Reckless

Seeing the shock, then annoyance flash in her eyes has my cock throbbing. Before she can protest, I stand, pick her up and half run to the bedroom.

She’s laughing by the time I drop her on the bed and launch myself over her.

“If the RV’s a-rockin, don’t come a-knockin,” I say as I pull off her shirt.

“This RV has excellent hydraulics.”

Her throaty laugh has my chest swelling.

“So do I.”

We manage to get into the park a couple of hours later, and I’m glad I took her advice not to stay tucked up in bed against that incredible body. The Falls, like everything else I’ve seen on this trip, are amazing. Although I’m not sure it compares to being inside Krista.

That’s a thought for later.

We got tacos from a truck outside the park before heading back to the RV. I’m surprised she booked a place for us overnight, but she tells me Wayne and Drew aren’t in the city and even though they’re happy for her to go to their place, she wasn’t comfortable with it.

I can’t help but think that wouldn’t be the case if I weren’t here.

Later, while Krista settles in to do some writing, I head up to the roof with the guitar, which I haven’t had much chance to play since I bought it. It’s hard to believe that was only a few days ago.

I sit cross-legged and strum a few chords. Nothing special, but they’re new. I keep going, switching it up until something clicks in my head. Then I grab the pen and scribble it all down on the pad.

The stars out here aren’t as bright as they were back in Montana, but they’re still visible, and for a while I wait to see if I can spot another shooting star. Krista said they are more common than people realize, but I don’t see any this time.

Maybe I’m an ass for thinking it, but the one we saw that night is special. Metaphorically speaking, it reminds me of myself. My star falling. All so I can begin again. Shit, I’m starting to sound ridiculous. At least I never said it out loud.

“Jude?”

I roll over and crawl to the edge of the roof, looking down. Krista is in the doorway. She’s barefoot in a pale-yellow sundress, her long red hair is in one of those crazy up-do styles.

“What’s up?”

Her head tilts back, spotting me right above her. “Your phone keeps ringing. I didn’t know if you wanted to check it.”

“Shit, sorry. I thought it was on silent.”

“It is, but it’s buzzing a lot.”

“Shit,” I repeat. I go to get up, but she goes up on her toes and reaches up with the phone. I bend down and reach for it. We pass it without dropping it. “You getting any work done?”

“Yes,” she lifts a brow. “You are too, I hear.”

“Damn, I’m sorry.”

“You’re not disturbing me, it’s kinda nice. Keep playing when you’re finished.”

She ducks back inside, and I go back to my seat. Seven missed calls and six texts. Jesus. I’m surprised Krista didn’t give me the phone sooner. All of them are from Solene and spread over the last five hours. Holy shit. I haven’t looked at my phone for that long?

It occurs to me I never took it with us when we went out into the park. I don’t remember ever not having my phone in my pocket. Except for the night before I met Krista. It’s kind of freeing.

I dial Solene back, hoping it’s nothing serious.

“About time. Where have you been?”

“I left my phone behind when we went out. What the hell is so important?”

“What else could it be? I’m in South Dakota, of course!”

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