Page 75 of Reckless: Collision

“How about fast food!” Finn attempts distraction from the front seat, but the code’s already executing.

“Cayenne.” Theo’s fingers find my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His artist’s eyes see too much, read too deep. “What did you do?”

I lick my lips, tasting lies and lemon drops. “Puked.”

Jinx’s laugh holds that edge of beautiful madness that first drew me to him. “I think I know how to get her to talk.”

Oh no.

Theo tilts his head, looking over mine to share some silent omega communication with Jinx. When his eyes find mine again, they hold an unholy gleam. “I think fast food sounds great.” His voice drops low, intimate. “You’ve been a naughty, naughty girl, haven’t you, Cayenne?”

My whole body flushes hot, system overloading with possibilities I shouldn’t want. “Tacos?” I suggest weakly, knowing even as I say it that they won’t let this go.

They don’t. Jinx grabs my wrists, pulling them behind my back with a grip that walks the line between possession and punishment. I could break free—probably—but the heat blooming in my core says I don’t want to.

“Jinx.” Ryker’s warning cuts through the air like a blade, the hunger beneath it remaining undimmed. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what,Alpha?” Jinx taunts, his chest pressed to my back like living flame. “Don’t fucking touch her?”

“Exactly.”

“Too goddamn late.” Jinx rests his head on my shoulder as he unbuckles my seatbelt, maneuvering me until I face Theo. “Way I see it, this Glitch was naughty and did something she needs to confess to.”

“I surely did not.” The lie tastes weak even to me.

“Stop.” Ryker’s command lands like a physical weight, making even Jinx freeze mid-motion. “This isn’t what we discussed.” But I catch Finn flipping down the visor mirror, his calculating eyes finding mine. Tricky beta.

“I don’t think it can.” Theo taps his chin like he’s considering a particularly interesting canvas. “See, we can’t bring a liar into the house, now can we, Alpha?”

Ryker’s only response is a growl that sounds more aroused than angry.

Interesting dynamic there. The omega holds more power than he lets on.

“I agree.” Jinx’s hands tighten on my wrists. “What did you do?”

“Nothing.” Another lie, but this one comes with a rush of heat. Part of me—the reckless, glitch-in-the-system part—wants to see exactly how they handle disobedience.

Theo’s smile turns predatory. “I can smell your lie.” His hand finds my knee, and suddenly the headlines fade, replaced by much more immediate concerns. “And your arousal.”

The scarf comes out of nowhere—silk sliding over my mouth before I can protest. Jinx secures it with practiced ease that makes me wonder just how often they play these games.

“Shhh,” he coos against my neck. “I’ll take it off when you’re ready to tell the truth.”

“This needs to wait.” Ryker’s knuckles whiten on the steering wheel, his control visibly fraying. “We’re not doing this here.” But his protest loses power as Theo spreads my thighs with deliberate slowness.

“Face her forward,” Theo commands, and Jinx complies, somehow producing rope from god knows where. The position strains my shoulders, hands bound behind my back, but the discomfort only adds to the building pressure between my legs.

They can smell me. The thought sends another wave of heat through my system. Four sets of enhanced senses tracking my arousal like the world’s most erotic surveillance system.

“I’m begging you two,” Ryker grips the steering wheel hard enough to crack it. “Stop.”

“No.” Theo’s voice carries that musical certainty that makes even alphas yield. “She did something. And she isn’t drunk. Are you?”

I glare at him, defiance warring with something deeper. His answering smile holds volumes.

“Like I said, I know exactly how to get her to talk.” Jinx’s hands slide up my thighs with predatory intent. “Torture.”

The word shouldn’t send warmth to spread between my legs, but here we are. My body betrays me, responding to his touch like code executing without permission.

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