Page 74 of When We Were Reckless
I turned on the outdoor lights and searched my property from up above. Then, through the trees, I caught a dim glow of light and jogged back down the stairs, my phone flashlight guiding my way along the dirt path.
I found her lying on the 45-degree ramp—the long ramp I used for distance rather than height—staring up at the sky. It put a smile on my face.
My little dreamer. She was probably wishing on stars like she’d been doing ever since she was a kid. When we’d been at the waterfall, and she told me to wish on a star, I’d made a wish for her. That her brother’s kidney wouldn’t fail and that she’d be able to make all her dreams come true. That she’d head to California, travel the world, and become a bestselling author.
It was a tall order, but I had faith that if anyone could make their dreams come true, it was Quinn Cavanaugh.
When she heard me approaching, she pushed herself up on her elbows and smiled at me. Just like it was perfectly natural for her to be lying on a metal ramp in my backyard. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I stopped next to her, my phone flashlight casting light on her as my gaze roamed over her orange Adidas T-shirt tucked into a short off-white skirt, down her legs to the cheetah print Nikes on her feet. On her left wrist, she wore a stack of bracelets.
Beaded bracelets, rose gold, and silver ones engraved with messages. Even though I couldn’t read it in the dark, I knew that one of them said: Keep Smiling.
It was cheesy, but when I’d given it to her after her first kidney transplant, she’d loved it so much that she said she would never take it off. Since then, her brothers had been adding to her collection. I knew this because Mason had asked me for the name of the store where I’d bought it.
This was the first time this summer I’d seen her wear the bracelets.
I’d barely noticed what Camryn was wearing tonight. A skirt? A dress? Blue? Black? Shit. But when it came to Quinn, I noticed every detail.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to play on your playground.”
“At ten o’clock at night?”
“Actually, I came to see you.” She climbed off the ramp and came to stand in front of me. “There’s something I want.”
“Another girl asking for a kiss?” I teased. “Must be my lucky night.”
“Another girl…” Her smile slipped, and her eyes narrowed. “You were with a girl tonight? I thought you had a family dinner.”
“What did you want, Quinn? The same thing you wanted last night?”
“What did I want last night?”
“You don’t remember?”
“Last night is kind of hazy.” She chewed on her lip. Those poor damn lips. “Did I… um, say or do anything embarrassing?”
Quinn looked so fucking pretty in the moonlight, her hair falling around her shoulders. Those lush pink lips that tasted like brown sugar tempting and beckoning.
“I wouldn’t call it embarrassing. Just honest. You told me you wanted to suck my big, fat cock.”
Her jaw dropped, and her eyes widened. “I called itfat?”
I stifled a laugh. Funny how she took exception to the word fat, but the rest of it didn’t seem to bother her. Guess she wasn’t as shy or as easily embarrassed as I’d thought. “You did.”
I didn’t mention that she’d been telling me about a scene in the book she was writing.
“And… what did you do?” She flattened her palms on my chest and slid them down and over my abs. I wrapped my hands around her wrists to stop her from moving any lower. Bold, brazen Quinn.
Last night she was getting high, and tonight she was seducing me.
Guess Quinn was spreading her wings, ready to fly.
“I got so hard, I had to fist my big, fat cock in my hand and imagine it was you with your pouty lips wrapped around it, your cheeks hollowed while you sucked it.”
“Oh,” she breathed. She licked her lips. “So I made you hard…”
