Page 64 of Recklessly Yours

God, I was so close. It felt too good, and I was about to explode. I threaded my fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly as I matched his rhythm.

His phone rang from the kitchen, and I groaned, praying he wouldn’t stop.

Like he’d read my mind, he plunged two fingers inside me, the move making me buck off the cushion.

“Need you to come, baby,” he said against my pussy, his eyes focused on me as he continued working his fingers in and out.

I threw my head back, trying to ignore his phone. “Do you need to get that?” I gasped. Was I losing my mind? Because I would die if he stopped.

“Not until after my girl screams my name.” He covered my clit with his mouth and sucked as he hit my G-spot with his fingers.

Pleasure ripped through me, pulling a scream from my lungs, just like he’d predicted. I held him tightly to my core, riding out each wave that cascaded over me.

He smirked and brushed his mouth over the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh. “Don’t move. I’m not done with you yet.”

God, I hoped not. As he hopped up, his eyes bright, he wiped his mouth and headed into the kitchen.

“Yeah, she’s here,” Dylan said as he moved back into the living room, holding his phone. “It’s Rhett. He said he’s tried your phone a couple of times.”

What could he possibly need? He gave me the day off, for Christ’s sake.

“It’s upstairs.” I sat up and snagged my shorts off the floor. I couldn’t speak to my brother while I was naked from the waist down. Once I was dressed again, I took the phone from Dylan. “What do you need?” I asked my brother, who apparently had impeccable timing.

“Tina went into labor this morning.”

I stared wide-eyed at Dylan. “Where are the kids?”

“At Mom and Dad’s.”

I nodded. “Okay. Do they need anything right now?”

“Yeah.” He paused, then his voice was muffled, like he’d pulled the phone away from his mouth and was talking to someone. A moment later, he spoke into the phone again. “Bella and Ashley aren’t here.”

They were in Asheville, putting in our quarterly dessert order at the bakery, but what did that have to do with Tina being in labor?

“What do Tina and Kyle need?” I should have known it would be better to be direct with Rhett the first time.

“Since you’re just around the corner, can you swing by and turn off the Crock-pot?”

“Like now?” Weren’t those things supposed to run all day? Seemed like a waste to not let it finish cooking first.

“Yeah.” A frustrated sigh came through the phone.

“Why?” Maybe they’d had it cooking overnight and had forgotten to turn it off.

“No idea.”

I huffed out a breath. “Did you not ask?”

“Kyle was stressing about some outrageous scenario where, if a Crock-pot was left on while no one was home, the house could burn down.”

Hmm. That actually sounded familiar…. Bella mentioned watching a TV show where something like that happened. I’d thought it was the most ludicrous thing I’d ever heard. I’d never understand why Kyle stressed about the most far-fetched things. Although I hadn’t believed that I had a stalker two weeks ago, so maybe stressing about possible worst-case scenarios wouldn’t be the worst thing.

“I assumed the priority was to tell him I’d take care of it so that he’ll stop worrying.”

By pawning it off on me? I shook my head. Whatever. “Okay. How am I getting in?”

“Kyle says Dylan has a spare.”

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