Page 65 of Recklessly You
“Lay on the bed and touch yourself, baby,” I command, looking into the screen. “Spread your legs and insert two fingers. Pretend it’s me.” I watch her as she watches me jerk off. And her fingers slide into her wet pussy. Sophie’s chest rises and falls, her nipples erect, her legs spread open, and her mouth gaped open.
Hot as fuck.
“Pump harder, Sophie. Think of my cock pounding you.” My voice is raspy and raw. “That’s my good girl.”
She moans my name as her back arches in pleasure. My hand moves in time with hers, keeping a steady beat. Our movements remain in sync as we move closer to the peaks of our pleasure. When she screams my name, my orgasm explodes like hot lava, a damn explosive fountain milking every drop. My eyes go heavy as I watch my girl glisten with wetness in between her legs.
“Wow,” she pants.
Wow, indeed. I’d say I’ve never experienced something so erotic as this, but then again, with Sophie, it’s all erotic. Turning off the shower, I dry myself and watch as Sophie grabs one of my shirts and slips it on.
A lazy smile spreads across my face. I like how she looks in it. Like she’s mine. “Baby.” My voice is barely recognizable. Christ, I’m turning into such a pussy. Ignoring my inner voice, I ask her something I’ve never asked anyone.
“Yeah,” she says, tying her hair into a messy bun. Adorable.
“Uh, do you want to go to the gala with me for work?”
Her head jolts up, and she stares at the screen. “Really? Oh, I’d love to go with you.” Sophie’s smile widens. That smile melts, and my chest tightens.
“Good. Get some rest, mi bella. I’ll see you soon.”
“Will you stay on the line until I fall asleep?”
I nod, slipping on a pair of boxers. “Anything for you.” I watch her tuck herself under the covers. She leans the phone on a pillow. Her eyes go droopy.
“Good night, Liam. I miss you.” She mumbles the last part before she falls asleep. I lay in bed and watch her sleep.
* * *
For the lastcouple of hours, we’ve been quiet. Only the thump of my heart echoes in my ears. Jasper signals to me—it’s time, just as the cargo arrives. I nod, heading for the car which just rolled in. We all slip from under the shadows and make our bust. Shots are fired into the night sky. Gun out, I duck down in search of Marko. When I spot him, I signal Jasper to spot me. Pablo’s men hide in the shadows, waiting for the cargo to arrive. We are all suited up with our protective gear, ready for combat. It’s past midnight, the sky is clear, and the night is quiet.
Jasper signals to me—it’s time, just as the cargo arrives. I nod, heading for the car which just rolled in. We all slip from under the shadows and make our bust. Shots are fired into the night sky.
Gun out, I duck down in search of Marko. When I spot him, I signal Jasper to spot me.
Marko stands in the shadows like the complete pussy he is. I aim the gun at his head, chuckle darkly, and say, “Look who we have here—the man I’ve been looking for. Drop your gun, asshole.”
He drops it to the ground, and Jasper collects it, then pats him down.
I give him a hard shove, and he slams into the brick wall behind him. His face is menacing, even with the sharp scar bisecting it. He looks as threatening as I know him to be.
“Where the fuck is Pablo? Such a fucking coward. Your father has been hiding for a decade. The Serpents must be ashamed to have a leader like him.”
A sinister laugh erupts from his mouth.
“I agree with you, Liam. My father is a coward. This is why I’m taking over. And I’ve heard plenty of stories about you, Liam. How you ran home like a pussy after seeing your father bleed to death.”
Venom runs through my veins, hot and ready to kill the motherfucker with my bare hands. My hands wrap around his neck, blocking his airway.
“Where is Pablo?” I add more pressure. He tries to fight me, but he’s no match for me.
“Liam,” Jasper calls out frantically.
I snap my gaze toward him.
A man with tattoos covering his skin towers over him, pressing a revolver against Jasper’s temple. Just then, Marko attempts to reach for my gun. I throw a punch and send him tumbling to the ground. Jasper has the tattooed guy on the pavement, handcuffing him.
“Where’s your fucking bastard of a father?” I repeat, handcuffing him.
