Page 58 of Beautifully Reckless

Looking down at my bump, which seems to be getting a little bigger each day now, I wonder if he’d still find me attractive.

Surely this rounding belly isn’t sexy to him.

My boobs, though? He’d probably be into them. They are heavier, fuller than they have ever been. They make me feel womanly. So much less of a teenager, even though that’s exactly what I am.

As I rinse off, I hear Ringo talking to someone just outside the door, before he taps on the glass.

“Lexi has left some pants that Andrea ducked out to get for you. You should find them more comfortable than squeezing into the skirts you got from Leather and Lace.”

“She did?” I call over the sound of the running water, a wave of emotion rising in my chest from the unexpected kindness Ayden’s parents have shown.

“She did. The Mitchells are good people, Angel.”

“How did you meet them?” I ask, turning off the tap and tugging the towel down from the top of the screen to start drying myself.

“It was because of Muz. He was deep into gang life. Managed to work himself up the ranks. People were scared of my little brother, and with good fucking reason. He could flip like a switch. Was unpredictable as fuck. Was far too controlling of those under him.”

Ringo pauses, and I stop drying my skin for a moment to listen as he clears his throat.

“Ayden got sucked into that world because of a chick he was seeing, and when she died, mainly thanks to my dickhead brother and the hard drugs he pushed on everyone, Ayden lost it and beat him to within an inch of his life.”

I shove the door open, towel now wrapped around me, and stare at Ringo in disbelief.

“Ayden did that?”

He nods, his eyes briefly flicking down to the towel covering me.

“He did. I never blamed Ayden for it. Hell, it was deserved, if you ask me. Ayden ended up in juvie for a while… but Muz? He didn’t go down for a thing and spent his time plotting Ayden’s death. He didn’t take well to having his pride hurt.”

“Oh my God. Did Muz try to kill Ayden?”

Ringo nods as his eyes flick back down again like me standing in only a towel is a distraction.

I have to say, I’m thankful my baby bump isn’t much bigger or the towel may not have fit and I’d be flashing him more skin that I’m ready to expose to him.

“Muz tried. More than once. But I stepped in. That’s how I met Andrea and Peter. They had my number on speed dial, and any time Muz went after Ayden, I’d get a call and I’d drop everything to stop that little shit before he could finish the job.”

“Shit,” I breathe, my brows lifting as I finally notice Ringo’s not wearing his leather vest anymore. When did that happen?

He’s standing in the steamy bathroom in nothing but his jeans, sitting low on his hips. No shirt, no shoes. Just tanned, tattooed skin and sooo much muscle.

“Eyes up, Angel,” Ringo chuckles, dragging me out of my daze with a knowing smirk, and I blink fast, shaking my head.

“Sorry.”

God, I feel like a creep.

“Don’t be sorry. Just maybe work on your poker face, because the way you were eye-fucking me isn’t helping this situation.”

That’s when he pops the button on his jeans, shoving the denim down to his knees, freeing his thick, hard erection.

I gasp and slap a hand over my eyes as he laughs.

“Sorry, Angel. Couldn’t help myself.”

He brushes past me and opens the shower door before stepping in and turning on the water.

What’s the female version of an erection?

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