Page 73 of Reckless Rebel

“What do you say, Riles?” My cock starts to slide against her pussy as her morning arousal leaks out. I grind against it and she moans, “Do you want to be mine baby?” I slide my cock inside her and we both gasp at the intrusion. Fuck she feels good. “Want me to take this pussy and make it mine?” Thrust. “Make it come all over my cock.” Thrust. “Fuck it nice and hard until it belongs to me and only me.” Thrust.

“Jace,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulder blades as she wraps her legs around me.

“I know, baby, I know.”

I fuck her slow and deep, but hard, just how I know she likes it, our hips smacking together on every thrust, her pussy wrapped round me like a fucking vice. My hand reaches up to grip her neck and the look in her eyes intensifies as I start pounding her into the mattress, unable to look away. Here it is, the moment I fall off the edge for her with no way to come back. Her pussy spasms around me as she starts coming and I pick up my pace and fuck her even harder, her stare never leaving mine. I pull out just before it’s too late and come on her stomach, dropping down on top of her with a pleasured sigh.

Her hands glide through my hair, making me bring my head back up to look at hers. “Jace,” she starts, but I cut her off.

“You want to know what this is? What you are to me?” She nods before I even finish my sentence, “You’re my life raft, baby, my second chance.”

She takes a deep breath and exhales before she drops a soft kiss to my lips, “Don’t break my heart, Playboy.”

I hold out my pinky finger, “I promise, Red.”

We smile at one another until a loud clang from somewhere in the house startles us into realizing someone else is awake. I laugh at her panicked face as I pull away from her and grab us a cloth to clean up. I drag on some shorts and smooth back my hair before I dip down and steal another kiss from her.

“Don’t worry, Riles, I’ll distract the fam while you sneak back to your room and pretend I didn’t blow your mind all night.”

She rolls her eyes with a laugh as she launches a pillow at me before sinking back down into my bed with a content smile. It’s an image that sears itself onto my soul immediately, and I have to dart from the room before I dive back into bed with her and spend all day showing her who she belongs to.

I slip out the door and head to the kitchen to cause a distraction. Something which is an easy feat when Sofia spots me and immediately screams my name.

"Jaceeeeee!" She squeals, rapidly waving her arms for me to go to her.

"Morning, Fifi.” I ruffle her hair softly, "Want to see something really cool?" I ask her, and she nods rapidly.

I turn slightly to show off the side of my chest, lifting my arm so her name is clear even with the protective film still covering it. Some of the ink has bled out into it, but you can still make out her name perfectly.

She gasps, "That's my name.” I feel Ava and Gerry watching us keenly, and again I'm beyond grateful for the support they are giving me in making this relationship with her possible.

"Yep," I smile. "See this.” I point to the name above hers, "That's for my other sister, Rachel, it's her name."

"The one who went to heaven?" She innocently asks, and I feel the lump lodge into my throat as I nod. "I wish I could have met her, I bet she was cool like you."

For the first time ever pride swirls in my stomach at the view of how my little sister sees me. "Oh she was way cooler than I am, you would have loved her."

"Would she have loved me?" She asks with a frown, and I bend down slightly to ensure we are completely eye level.

"You would have been her favorite person in the whole world."

Her smile lights up the kitchen and as Gerry hands me a coffee, and Ava asks if I want some breakfast, I get a warm feeling in my chest at how seamlessly I fit in with them. I take a deep gulp of the coffee and let the burn chase away my need for something more, if I want to be better then I need to do better, and that starts with cutting down on the shit that usually fuels me. For me, for Sofia, for my family and for the people who aren’t here with me anymore.

I can do that, I can become someone they can be proud of and someone worthy of a girl like Riley. Good girls might not fall for bad boys, but bad boys definitely fall for good girls, and if I’m going to fall, I need to make sure I am someone worth catching.

36

Riley

There’s a small bite mark on my neck, some red marks from his face scruff on my chest, and some fingertip shaped bruises on my hip. My hair is a mess and the ache between my thighs reminds me exactly of what I was doing last night and this morning. I had sex with Jace. Wild, frantic, passionate sex that was better than I ever could have imagined. It’s like we were connected way deeper than just our bodies, it was like I could see into his mind and feel this thing between us slam into place.

I wasn’t the good girl with the perfect boyfriend, and he wasn’t the South Side Rebel with a bad reputation. We were just us, and it was perfect. I like him, I more than like him, yet everything is still so complicated. Jace doesn’t come without his own set of issues, and then we have Sofia to consider, but can we do it, can we make it work?

I shower and join everyone for a late breakfast. I feel my mom and dad’s eyes on me but I don’t linger, just offer them a good morning smile and sit down to eat.

“Did you see Jace’s tattoo?” Sofia asks, “It says my name,” she beams proudly, and I smile at her.

“You think that’s cool,” Jace starts, “Just wait until you see what Riles got.” He nods his head towards me and Sofia snaps her eyes to mine.

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