Page 58 of When We Were Reckless
My vision blurred, and I was crashing, falling, flying.
The orgasm built and built and built like a wave, and then it crashed over me. Light splintered behind my closed lids, and my body was shaking uncontrollably, my muscles clenching.
When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he licked me with the flat of his tongue, and it was too much. Almost.
“So fucking sweet.”
I scooted back on the chair, and he moved up my body and settled between my thighs, kissing me hard so I could taste myself on his tongue.
I reached down between us and rubbed my hand against his hard length. Then, feeling braver, I slid my hand under the waistband of his swim trunks. He hissed when I wrapped my hand around him, and oh God, it felt so big and so hard in my hand, the skin velvety soft and smooth. I wanted to make him feel just as good as he’d made me feel. I wanted to wrap my lips around it and suck on it.
“Fuck.” Jesse pulled away abruptly and got to his feet, leaving me confused. What had just happened? He tossed a towel at me. “Cover up.”
It took me a second to realize why he did that.
Chapter Twenty
Jesse
Fuck.My orgasm came quickly and suddenly. I flattened my palm against the limestone tiles, the water cascading over my head as I came.
Breathing hard, I took a moment to steady myself before rinsing off and stepping out of the shower.
At this rate, I was going to set a Guinness World Record for jerking off to the thought of my sunshine girl sucking my cock with her pouty lips and warm mouth. Or this time, I’d envisioned her on all fours, her muscles clenching around me, my hand fisting her hair as I rammed into her from behind.
This needed to stop. I needed to stop fantasizing about Quinn. Why had I let her get into my head like this?
I carried my breakfast outside—avocado, tomato, Swiss, and a fried egg between two slices of whole wheat—and sat on a deck chair. My deck overlooked the trees and, beyond that, the dirt jumps and metal ramps with airbags to cushion my landing.
It was a great set-up. I’d designed the jumps so they’d have a nice flow. Just thinking about getting out there for a practice session put a smile on my face. It made me feel like I used to, back when moto made me fucking giddy with excitement.
My phone rang as I was putting on my body armor. I answered Mason’s call and sat on my bed to pull on my moto boots.
“I need a favor,” he said. “Can you cover the bar for a couple of hours this afternoon? I just spoke to Mike, but he’s out of town for the day. A family thing. So he can’t cover for me.”
I planned to spend the day working on my jumps, but I could still get in a few hours this morning. The brewing company was a cool place, chilled and laid back, so I didn’t mind working there. “No problem. What time do you need me to come in?”
“Three fifteen. Second thought better make it three in case the traffic is bad. Knowing Bean, she’d leave it until the last minute, and then she’d drive like a maniac. Probably miss her exit too,” he said with a chuckle.
“Where does she need to go?”
“Doctor’s appointment in Austin. Declan can’t take her. He needs to prep for dinner and Holden’s meeting with the distributors.”
Had something happened after I left her last night? Or had I done something…Shit. “Is she okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s just a routine check-up. She has to go every few months to make sure everything is okay with the transplant. My mom usually takes her, but she’s in New York, so she called me. I have a shitload of work, but I don’t want her to be alone.”
“I’ll take her,” I volunteered as I jogged down the stairs to my garage.
“Nah, man, you don’t have to do that. It’s a lot to ask.”
“It’s not a problem. I’ll take her. And you didn’t ask. I offered.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Thanks. Appreciate it. I’ll text you the details. I owe you one.”
