Page 34 of Recklessly You
Sophie:Yes, I’m up. It’s not too late.
Right, it’s only ten.
Me:Are you up for it tonight?
I stare at my phone for four whole minutes leaning against my car at Rocko’s.
Sophie:Are you asking if I’m up for a booty call?
Christ, why does she have to make it so awkward?
Me:Booty call? Let’s call it a craving. So, is that a yes?
I can already see her rolling her eyes.
Sophie:I think it’s the other way around. You’re texting me!! Yes, come over since you’re craving me.
I hate how a grin appears on my face, how ready I am to see her.
Me:On my way.
Twenty minutes later, I’m at her doorstep. I rap my knuckles against the door twice, and she swings it open, wearing a crop top and shorts.Damn. My body reacts instinctively.
“Hey,” she squeals.
Walking in, I shut the door behind me. I greet her with a kiss, my mouth covering hers, and my legs wedge between hers as I deepen it. She needs this as much as I do. I can feel it by the way she slides her fingers through my hair and moans into my mouth. Her kiss feels like a heart-stopping plunge from the highest point of a roller coaster. I step back, catching my breath. I shuck off my shirt and jeans and stalk toward her.
She’s biting her lip, watching me. “Liam,” she purrs when I slip off her crop top.
Perfect—no bra. I take each breast in my mouth and suck until she whimpers. My dick throbs with need.
“Take off your shorts, Sophie, and lay on the couch,” I demand, unable to wait any longer. I need to be in her.
She takes off her red silk shorts in a rush, matching my thirst for her. It knocks the air out of me. I need to fuck her then leave. She makes me feel things I’m unfamiliar with, and I don’t like it.
Her creamy skin is flawless, and the shape of her body is divine. She lies on the couch, ready for me, as I slip off my briefs and stroke my hard cock. My fingers trace the line of her pussy. She’s so damn wet and ready for me. I’m too aroused for foreplay. I need her now. I grab a condom from my wallet. Once I slip it on, I glance up at Sophie. She’s watching.
“Baby, spread your legs for me.”
She moans when I insert a finger.
“So wet for me.”
She nods. I slip into her wet entrance. She’s so damn tight. Fuck, she feels good. Ramming myself faster and harder into her. Sophie raises her hips, wanting me to go deeper. I grunt into her hair, sucking on her beautiful slender neck. I can feel she’s at her peak by how she claws on my back and tightens around my cock as she milks me dry.
Slipping off her, I shuffle to the restroom, tossing the condom in the trash. When I make my way back to Sophie, she’s still trying to catch her breath on the couch. I grab her clothes and hand them to her.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good, Sophie,” I admit because she fucking does. I slip my clothes back on. I’ve done this shit so many damn times. Fuck her and leave her. Sophie’s different, though. Maybe it’s because she’s Mila’s friend. I feel like an asshole fucking her and leaving. I shake off those feelings. We are both adults, and this is what we want. We released tension, and now I can go. I reach for my keys on the floor and glance over my shoulder at Sophie.
“I’d better go. See you later?” I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her reply.
“Yes, Liam, see you later,” she responds in a low voice.
I walk out the door feeling like an ass, because I can see she’s not the type to sleep with a man and not want more.
* * *
The police officersand our task force are ready, their raid jackets and armored vests reflecting the dim light of the harbor. We’re standing in a line wearing bulky black armor and masks visible even in the shadows. In the distance, I hear two limousines pulling up to the docks, and the sound of conversation floats across the cold night air. They are close enough that we can see two men emerge from the limousines and move toward a third man with a bag over his head. Every officer tenses as they watch silently, waiting for their cue to move in. John passes me the binoculars. One of the men is Pablo’s son. A surge of anger vibrates through me, the need to pin the fucker down and demand he tell me where his bastard of a father is. One of his men takes off the bag covering the man’s head. I gasp when I see who it is. Pablo’s son looks right at us in the dark shadows and smirks.
