Page 80 of Beautifully Reckless

Yeah, nah. I can’t fucking say that.

Abbey isn’t ready to be fucked. Not yet. Not like that.

When she decides to part her thighs for someone—and fuck, I hope it’s me or there’ll be hell to fucking pay—it can’t be anything but soft, caring, and worshipping. But eventually, she’ll let me wreck her. Let me fuck her hard and rough in a way that reclaims her as mine each and every fucking time.

“Oh. Of course.” She nods, her frown still in place, like she’s annoyed at herself for not considering what my ma would want.

I’m a fucking prick.

“This is your mother’s house. We need to respect her wishes.”

“It’s mine actually, but yeah, it may as well be hers.”

Nodding, Abbey’s hands fidget in front of her bump, vulnerability bleeding out of her.

Fuck.

Tossing the stuff in my arms down, I step into her space, cupping her face.

“I’m sorry, Angel. I should’ve said something sooner.”

“It’s fine,” she breathes, lips twitching into a small smile.

I can’t help myself, and graze my thumb over her bottom lip, tugging it down just enough to catch a glimpse of her teeth.

Fuck, I want her on her knees while I do that. I want to watch the tip of my cock press past her lips and—

“What are you thinking about right now?”

Her voice snaps me out of my depraved thoughts, and I blink, as I come back to reality.

“You don’t want to know.”

She bites her lip. “What if I do?”

“Fuck, Angel. Stop,” I growl, dropping my hands from her face and taking a step back. “You’re dangerous.”

Her grin grows.

“Do you want your sex toy? You might need it,” she teases, a wicked glint lighting up her eyes.

“I should spank you for that.”

She shrugs. “I’m beginning to think you’re all bark and no bite, Cameron Musgrove.”

My eyes fucking narrow. “Don’t poke the fucking bear, Angel. You might not like the consequences.”

Her smile fades a little and she nods. “True. Even so… do you want your thing?” She juts her thumb over her shoulder, gesturing to my bedroom, and I know she’s referring to my fleshlight.

“You think I’m gonna whip it out in front of JD and go to town on it?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re into. But you did… you know…wank,” she whispers the last word, “that night in the courtyard in front of everyone, so I figured…” she trails off, not finishing that thought.

“I like to watch JD fuck.” I shrug, like it’s no big deal. “It’s like live porn. But me and my toy? We’ve got a private thing. She doesn’t like an audience.”

Abbey’s face turns crimson. The flush creeps up her neck, painting her cheeks and bleeding into her temples.

Stepping closer, I lean down, lips brushing her ear.

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