Page 69 of Recklessly You
I turn to see who he’s talking about and see four shirtless guys. Santiago, Mark, and two other hot tattooed dudes walk toward us carrying red plastic solo cups. Santiago has a cigarette dangling from his lips. Liam cups my chin, bringing my gaze back to him.
Flames of jealousy burn in his eyes. I can’t help but feel a sense of pride. I make him feel this way. I let my arms roam his masculine body, which is thick and hard. I jump when his finger hooks inside of me, stroking me. His hand is still cupping my chin, and his lips are swallowing mine. The kiss is gentle but possessive; it goes beyond jealousy. Moaning into his lips, I pull away, wanting to see if the guys are getting close, but Liam’s still holding my face prisoner. My cheeks flush with embarrassment. His fingers slip out, leaving me aroused. I watch as his finger inserts itself into his mouth, sucking it dry. Damn, he’s hot.
Then he leans in his hot breath, scattering around my ear; he pulls a loose strand of hair behind my ear and whispers, “Only I have the ability to make you feel good. Is that right, baby?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
He smiles boyishly, proud of himself. “That’s my girl,” he says just as he stands to greet the guys with a bro handshake.
My girlGod, I wish he wouldn’t say things he doesn’t mean. He’s oblivious to how he makes me feel and what it’s doing to me. Rosa’s words from earlier ring in my ears—we’re the ones who walk out of it with a broken heart.
* * *
Smiling warmlyat the Delgado brothers, I greet Mark and Santiago. Santiago introduces me to his friends, Damien, and Reese, who seem very flirty. They shake my hand, showing off their sleeve tattoos covering both arms. Their voices are gruff and husky, matching their devilish personalities. Santiago’s eyes drift to the couple swimming. His jaw hardens, and his eyes go wild. He tips his head up.
“You didn’t tell me they’d be here. I thought they were going back to Oregon.”
Liam laughs. “I imagine if you had a sister, you’d be all on her shit about who she dates. Ivan seems to be a good guy.” Liam shrugs as he reaches for two drinks in the cooler, handing me a soda. “She’s always been glued to you, pestering you like a little sister.”
Santiago rolls his eyes just as Rosa and Ivan approach us.
“Hey.” Rosa smiles at Mark. “How’s April doing?”
April is Mark’s girlfriend, whom I’ve never met and just heard of her. Rosa dismisses Santiago entirely. I don’t think anyone notices the tension between them. Strange. She and Mark chat, then she walks off to lie on her beach towel.
I catch Santiago watching Rosa. Out of all the brothers, Santiago seems to be the bad boy with tattoos decorating his skin. He’s the protector type, watching out for his brothers and Rosa.
Liam snakes himself around me, grabbing a handful of my ass. “We’ll be back,” he shouts to the guys, guiding me to a deserted area where it’s just us—keeping his promise.
* * *
The music reverberatesoff the walls of the intensely populated club. A heady mix of sex, alcohol, and sweat fills the air. Liam wraps his arms around me possessively as we walk to the bar. Rosa and Ivan dance among the bodies, swaying to the music. Liam is not a big fan of clubs, mainly because of his job. However, once he saw me come out of the room dressed in a short, blue silk, spaghetti-strap dress, my breasts filling the cups perfectly, with matching blue high heels, he changed his mind. I’m entirely out of my comfort zone wearing something so revealing, but the way he looked at me made me feel bold, so I promised him a gift later in the night.
The way his hand grips my waist, pulling my ass to his front and feeling him swell up for me, is so worth it. He does it without a care in the world, just like the day at the beach in front of everyone. He sneaked in kisses, then, when he leaned me up against a massive rock, taking me with significant force. On our way back, he held my hand, which caught me by surprise, but I ate that shit up. He’s been more open with our relationship, if we should even call it that.
“Corona with lime!” Liam shouts to the spunky brunette bartender before burying himself in the crook of my neck and peppering kisses there.
“I’ll have a martini,” I say.
The bartender nods, and minutes later, she hands us our drinks.
We weave through the crowd, sidestepping gyrating hips and buzzing conversations until we reach an empty corner of the club. We cozy up in a corner, almost completely out of sight of the dancers and away from the music blaring through the speakers.
I call out over ‘Lady Gaga’s’Just Dance song, “Are you liking it?”
He wraps his arms around me and lifts me onto his lap. He nibbles on my ear as his hot breath seeps into me. His new cologne smells like cedarwood and spice.
“Beautiful, with you here, everything is better. You look hot as fuck.” His warm, rough hands roam my bare legs. “All I want to do is take you home already. Have you all to myself. There are too many wandering eyes on you.” He stares into the depths of my soul.
You’re fucked, Sophie. You have been for a while now.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he says.
“Like what?” I reply innocently. My hand aimlessly rubs his chest.
“Like you want me to––”
He’s cut off when Rosa stalks toward us, holding Ivan’s hand. She’s wearing a black halter dress, tight around her curvy body.
