Page 20 of Reckless Hearts

“Same,” adds Sloane, and instead of agreeing with them and doing the same, I head into my room, changing into a sports bra and a pair of running shorts.

“I’m going out for a run,” I call out to the quiet house, not hearing the shower running yet, but since we only have one indoor one, Daisy is probably outside.

“Okay, look, it’s a little late,” Sloane responds back just like I knew she would. She’s always looking out for us, worried about us being alone. “Take your phone and the pepper spray.”

“Will do, Mom,” I tease back. “Tell Daze so she doesn’t worry, please.”

It’s the best excuse I have, but if I end up staying the night with Flynn, they’re going to panic. I have no idea how to handle this, but right now, all I can think about is Flynn, not the least bit concerned with how I’m going to make my lie believable and how I’ll get back here in time.

I feel like I’m sixteen again, sneaking out of the house to hook up with some guy my mom hated. No one even knows about Flynn, and it’s going to get even harder to keep it a secret when he’s staying on the same property as Nate and Sage.

Jogging down the gravel driveway, I head toward the road, staying off to the side. I try to play the part, looking like I’m exercising when in reality I’m just warming up for my real workout.

I slow down, coming to a walk when I’m only a few feet from The Pipe Dream. I check to see if the lights are still on at Nate and Sage’s, but luckily it looks like they’re in for the night.

I creep around the back, stopping to make sure they aren’t sitting outside around the firepit, and I breathe a sigh of relief when they’re not.

Over and over in my head, I let the excuses play out for why I’m here just in case I run into Nate or Sage. Picking up gear. Needed some surf wax. Got new suits in and wanted to checkthem out. All of them plausible excuses and not all that weird despite it being after ten.

Luckily, there’s a light on in the little cottage behind The Pipe Dream, the place where Flynn is staying, and the front door is open. Only the screen door is closed, one of those little wooden things that swings on its hinges but never latches.

As soon as I open it and step inside, I see Flynn lying on the couch. He’s shirtless, and his boardshorts are slung low on his hips. His face lights up with a smile the second he notices me.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, a playfulness to his tone. “Out dressed like that. How did you not get stopped by every guy on the island?”

“I was out for a run, and you’ll never believe it, but the GPS took me here.”

He stands from the couch, coming toward me as I walk to him, meeting in the middle. He reaches out, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, pulling me to him.

“I’m glad you came,” he murmurs, dragging his nose along my jaw, my fingers raking down the bare skin of his back.

“I’d love it if you make me come, too,” I whisper back, the innuendo dancing between us, and he lets out a throaty laugh.

“Alana, you sexy minx,” he now hisses, his teeth dragging along the throbbing pulse in my neck. He nips where his teeth just were, sending warmth weaving through my veins and pooling between my legs.

This man has no idea the effect he has on me, and I never want it to stop. I have no idea how I’m going to get out of here because the last thing I want to do is go home after this.

As he sucks and bites at my neck, heat igniting everywhere in my body, my hands grope at him, desperate for his touch, for him to fill me, for him to make me come.

I moan out loud as his mouth moves lower, capturing my nipple through the fabric of my bra, but I need more, andwithout words, he pushes my bra up. My breasts are now exposed to him, my nipples straining into painful peaks, begging to be sucked into his mouth.

“Fuck, Alana, you’re so responsive,” he moans, his words raspy and desperate.

His hands grip my ass possessively, lifting me up, I wrap my legs around him. My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging his mouth to mine as he walks us to the bedroom.

Our kisses are feverish and desperate, exploring each other’s mouths like our lives depend on it, and it’s so all-consuming that I nearly forget to breathe, so lost in him.

His knees hit the bed, and he sets me down, stepping back to admire me as I lie back, kicking my shoes off, my breasts exposed. My eyes trail down his body, taking in every inch of lean muscle and I want to explore him with my tongue. I want to trace all the hard lines and taste him.

“These shorts,” he growls, “need to come off.” And I smirk at his words, my thumbs hooking into the sides of them, I slide them down my hips.

“And what about yours?” Extending my leg, I point my toes and let them trail over the front of his shorts, his impressive cock bulging through the fabric.

Slowly he begins to untie them, letting them hang loose on his hips, and my eyes take him in, following the soft patch of hair below his belly button, leading to the cut of his hips. Fuck, this man is gorgeous.

Anticipation builds beneath my skin, waiting for him to touch me, waiting for his cock to fill me in the way that he’s done all those other times.

With a simple move of his hand, his shorts pool at his feet, his cock exposed to me now, and I moan at the sight of it.

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