Page 15 of Recklessly in Love

“While it was the best tease I’ve ever had, I’m going to need you to fuck me. And soon,” she says huskily, not breaking eye contact.

Her tone, her gaze, the wet spots on her shirt over her tight nipples make me lose track of everything; whatever I was about to promise, whatever I’m supposed to be doing today — the beast in my pants wants to do exactly as she demands and fuck her seventeen ways from Sunday.

But just as I’m about to lose control, Nate’s voice barks down the hall, “Lunch is here.”

Joanie scoots up and pulls her legs out from between my thighs with a grin. She leans in, her breath hot on my ear. “To be continued. Soon, mountain man.” And then she licks my earlobe.

I suck in a sharp breath and watch her sashay to the door, flipping her hair over a shoulder and giving me an expectant look.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” I promise.

She shrugs and waltzes through the opening. I rise to close it behind her. And I waste no time unzipping and gripping my dick hard, stroking it once, twice, and a third time — that’s all it takes, and I quietly finish into my waiting palm.

As I tip my head back against the door, breathing hard, I let out a choked laugh. I have a feeling I’m going to be jerking off like a fucking teenager this week because of that woman.

CHAPTER FIVE

JOANIE

While I expected Greg to be an entertaining distraction, what I did not expect was for him to get me off with nothing but some over-the-clothes action. And then I further didn’t expect him to disappear completely, leaving me salivating for more. I’m usually the one pulling that move.

I’d be furious with the bastard for flipping the script, but he had a reasonable excuse — it is the week before Christmas, and he’d committed to spend this week with his family out of town. But Bev needs cock. And not just any cock. Mountain man’s cock. She’s salivating for it. Literally.

Because while there’s plenty to do at Mia’s bakery, at the daily winter festival events, and just hanging out with Mia and Nate, thoughts of our tryst in that little room on that godawful couch have me wet and distracted all week. I’ve been masturbating like I haven’t since I got my first vibrator.

Not even training for the Freeze Your Buns Run has been enough to cool my libido. I tried to convince Mia to train in underwear since that’s what we’ll be running in, and it’s the only thing I haven’t tried to calm Bev the fuck down, but Mia wasn’t having it. It’s a shame, as she’s got a cute little body, and I know Nate wouldn’t have minded watching us run the laps in the field behind the community center. I enjoyed watching him run them in only basketball shorts and sneakers. Sue me.

But alas, it was no substitute for what I really wanted. Greg’s trouser snake. His cooch cork. His skin flute. His jolly stick. Love plunger. Man meat. Pocket rocket. Third leg. Uterus unicorn. One-eyed snake. Pink torpedo. Taco hammer.

Do I have too many names for a man’s dick? Perhaps. But call it what you will, it’s not just any dick I want. It is, in fact, his and his alone. The man got my — and Bev’s — attention, and I won’t be satisfied until I’ve had the full experience.

So, on Friday afternoon, when I head with Mia and Nate to the community center for the race, I’m full of nervous energy. And not about the race. I may be short, but I’m all legs, and I ran track in college, so I could win this shit in my sleep.

No, my nerves are because Bev and I know Greg is back since he called Nate right before we headed out to ask him to bring some supplies.

Nate parks in his usual spot and unloads the stack of plastic bins Greg requested, crunching behind us in the snow as we head toward the field. I can see people milling about the starting line and that the track has been widened with fresh gravel added to the packed snow, which runs between the drifts that are bound to keep my nipples hard as rocks for the entire four-lap mile-long run.

Just a mile, you say? No big deal, you say? Yeah, you try running a mile in thin air and cold-as-fuck temperatures. And I’ve only done it clothed so far.

At some point, Nate overtakes us, gets to Greg first, and they line the bins up. It immediately becomes apparent what they’re for as a dozen or so men start stripping and putting their clothes in the bins. I shoot Mia a grin, and she rolls her eyes.

“Well, now we’re talking,” I murmur. “Finally, some NSFW, non-Hallmark-y action.” I waggle my eyebrows toward the crowd.

Mia snorts. “I’ll bet Rae’s enjoying this as much as you are,” she agrees, jerking her chin toward the starting line flag where Rae stands, overseeing the operation with a grin.

I laugh. “She’s been busting her ass these last couple of weeks. I’d say she’s earned it.”

Mia lifts a shoulder, then heads toward the crowd of remaining men and women in the spectator area while I attempt to follow as my eyes search the sea of skin. Unfortunately, it’s not all goodness, as there are plenty of old saggy asses and round, hairy bellies to be had. But what I’m searching for will be worth the mild trauma.

My eyes skip over Nate, as it’s nothing I haven’t seen practically daily at this point. Nice, but not what I’m after.

And then there it is. Greg’s thick, dark hair catches my eye first. I’d know those waves anywhere. His back is to me, but I remember the feel of those broad shoulders and those strong arms, which are even thicker and more sculpted than I’d expected. And that back … holy shit. Defined and strong, leading to tight muscles above his perfect globed ass-cheeks, covered only by the dark blue cloth that clings to his beautiful backside. His thick, muscled thighs support his frame, leading to strong calves. I lick my lips, silently begging him to turn around.

But someone fires the starting gun, and he disappears in a sea of moving flesh.

Thankfully, he, Nate, and a third guy pull out of the pack before the first lap is done, and I catch a glimpse of Greg’s glorious front as he whips past the crowd. Alas, his perfect ass is gone too quickly to watch for long.

As it comes down to the wire and Greg is clearly in the lead, with Nate not too far behind, I realize I haven’t taken my eyes off the race once. Haven’t stopped looking for him once. And something about that worries me because I know it’s not just wanting to catch glimpses of that body. I’m rooting for him. I fucking care. Am I getting attached to this sexy, sweet former PE teacher?

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