Page 4 of Recklessly in Love

I’d turn to watch his ass as he walks away, but I find that I’ve lost control of myself. My whole body has turned to Jell-O from the husky, dirty promise in his words.

Well, this vacation just took a turn for the better.

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I’m pulled from dreams of all the ways I want Greg’s wicked tongue teasing me by something big and soft landing on my head. I blink my eyes open against the light shining through a crack in the guest bedroom’s door to find half of my head covered by a pillow.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Mia calls from the doorway.

I pull myself into a sitting position. “I knew I should’ve stayed at the B&B,” I grumble. But it used to be Mia’s Gran’s house, and now that she’s gone, that would be a different type of torture. So pillows in the head at an ungodly hour it is.

Mia laughs. “And that’s why I threw the pillow from here. So pleasant in the morning, aren’t you?” she asks wryly.

“What the fuck time is it?” I ask, scrabbling for my phone on the nightstand.

“It’s almost six. Normally, I’d have been at the bakery for hours by now, but I let you sleep in.” Mia strides into the room and sets something down on the nightstand in the spot just vacated by my phone.

Notes of coffee and hazelnut hit my nose, and I inhale deeply. “Your offering of caffeine is accepted. But baked goods better be next.”

“Don’t worry. Rae and Penny are at the bakery, so I’m sure there are fresh donuts by now. Up.”

I mock grumble as I get out of bed, and she leaves, but she had me at hazelnut-flavored coffee. Though there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for fresh donuts, too.

When I make it downstairs, it’s to a shirtless Nate fondling my best friend in the kitchen. Said best friend’s tongue looks like it’s getting very familiar with his tonsils.

“You two are disgustingly cute,” I grumble.

Nate tries to pull away, but Mia won’t let him, flipping me off while she finishes mauling her man. When she finally pulls away, I get one of the rare glimpses I’ve had of Nate’s torso, and I can’t say I blame her for being hot for him even after a year and a half of coupledom. The man has the definition and the bulk. Plus, he has a penchant for grey sweatpants that leave nothing to the imagination about the ginormous dick he’s packing. On top of already knowing — only from prying it out of Mia — that he’s a beast in the sack and that he adores her, I have to admit she’s hit the jackpot. You know, if committing yourself to one dick for the rest of your life is your thing. The jury’s still out for me. It’d have to be one spectacular dick.

“So, what’s on the agenda besides eating my weight in baked goods?” I ask as I drain my coffee mug and set it in the sink.

“Well, after we get a head start on macarons, cookies, and pies, we’re going to help Rae bottle her wine and cider,” Mia responds.

Nate makes to walk past me out of the room. “What about you, muscles?” I ask, poking him in his ridonculous bicep. “Are you baking with us babes?”

“Nope. I’m helping Greg set up the snowshoe obstacle course.” And with that, he leaves the room, presumably to find a shirt and pants that’ll keep that lovely dick from freezing off.

“All right, let’s do this thing,” I say resignedly.

Mia’s eyes flick to the door.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be bringing the guys lunch later,” she says with a smirk, her eyes flicking back to mine. “It won’t be all girl time.”

I don’t even try to pretend like I’m not relieved while we pack up and head out. Because hanging with the ladies is great and all, but Bev is as hungry for cock as I am for donuts right about now.

CHAPTER TWO

GREG

Nate groans as we lay the last humongous tire in place for the final leg of the obstacle course in the field behind the community center.

“All right there, old man?” I joke as we straighten up.

He shoots me a look. “Just ready for lunch.” He jerks his chin toward something over my shoulder, and I look back to see an SUV that’s appeared next to his truck in the parking lot back by the building. “Looks like the girls are here.”

I nod casually, trying not to show too much interest. Because I think I may have overplayed my hand with that Joanie chick already. But fuck if she isn’t hot. And I’m not just talking about the body I couldn’t stop staring at to save my life. It was how forward she was that threw me for a loop. I’ve never found that attractive before. But with Joanie … well, it was such a turn-on that I’m afraid some long unused parts of me took over my brain. But this time, I’m determined to play it cool until I figure out if going after her would be a good thing or a bad thing.

After all, we are on my territory, so if things go south, that’d be hard to escape, especially since I don’t know how long she’ll be around. There’s a reason I don’t date girls in town. I like it here, and small-town plus breakup equals bad news for everyone, including Joanie’s Alpine Ridge resident best friend. The last thing I want to do is create friction between Mia and me because of a hookup with her best friend that has gone wrong. Something that didn’t occur to me until after my dick ran my mouth when we met.

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