Page 34 of Reckless Rebel

I head to my room and get settled on my bed before I remember to type out a response to Riley.

Jace - And you need me because? Just send it, it's no big deal.

I roll another joint while I wait for her to respond, and sure enough just as I light it up and take a drag my phone lights up with a new message.

Riles - How do I know it's good?

I bark another laugh at how serious she is taking this. The amount of shitty nudes I receive on a daily basis from girls who don't have half the beauty she does and she's worried it won't be good.

Jace - Ok show me what you got

Riles - Excuse me?

How else does she expect me to be able to tell her if it's good or not, although I'm sure it's perfect.

Jace - Send me the picture Riley

Riles - Are you insane! I'm not sending you my nudes!

That peaks my interest. Does innocent little good girl Riley actually have a secret wild side?

Jace - Are they actually nudes?

Riles - Well no....

Jace - Just send me the picture Riles

I see the typing bubbles come and go a few times as I reach for my bottle of beer and take a drink and just when I think she isn't gonna do it, my phone vibrates again.

Riles - (image attached)

I choke on my beer.

I knew Riley was beautiful, hot even, especially today at the BBQ, but in the picture she is a fucking smoke show. She isn’t even naked in the picture, she’s wearing a black lace bodysuit that goes around her neck, she is sitting on the end of what I presume is her bed and the photo is taken in a full length mirror. Her toes are pointed down to the floor, extending her already long, slender legs, and she has one hand leant back against the bed and the other holding her phone off to the side. She looks fucking perfect. Like I want to race back over there immediately, rip the phone out of her hand, and the bodysuit off her body before Dicky can even feast his eyes on her. Fuck.

Riley isn’t the kind of girl you just fuck and move on from, even if she didn’t have a boyfriend, and more importantly she is Sofia’s older sister, which means she is completely off limits. Or is she? The buzz through my veins tells me no. Do I care if she has a boyfriend? Fuck no. Is she my sister? Not in the slightest. Does any of it even matter to me? Not anymore.

So why can’t she be just another girl I can have fun and be reckless with. I could show her a good time and she could be a sexy little distraction. As I let those thoughts control me I feel my cock harden as I stare at the image. I imagine those legs wrapped around me, or pushing her back onto that bed and fucking her where no one has before. Fuck the thought of being the only one inside her as my hand palming my dick over my pants.

I think I might be in trouble.

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Riley

What the hell am I even doing? I just sent my first sexy picture and it wasn’t to my boyfriend, and worse it was to Jace freaking Conrad. Never mind the fact he is the biggest Playboy I have ever met, but he is Sofia’s brother. What the hell is wrong with me? As soon as I pressed send, I felt the regret seep into my bones. I’m not ashamed of the picture, I actually really like it, I think it’s sexy and artsy and not too revealing, But after seeing the types of pictures other girls actually send, my confidence isn’t exactly fueling me.

My hand is holding my phone so hard I’m surprised it hasn’t crushed to dust between my fingers. Clearly I am losing it. Two days ago I was at Jace’s throat telling him to not even come to the BBQ, and now fast forward 48 hours and I am asking for advice on my sex life. My non-existent sex life, and that’s the problem. I don’t want it to be non-existent. I want it to be exciting and passionate, and if I want to move things along with Rick then I need some serious help. Hence my current situation.

Except Jace is being zero help because he isn’t replying. It’s actually only been two minutes since I sent the message, but those two minutes feel like hours as the sense of embarrassment threatens to swallow me whole. I’m staring at the dark screen so intensely that when it lights up in my hand I can’t help but throw it across the bed as I practically jump out of my skin. It takes thirty more seconds for me to calm myself down before I have the guts to reach for my phone, and when I retrieve it there are five messages from Jace.

Jace: Fuck Riles!

Jace: I don’t even know what to say

Jace: Sexy as fuck *fire emojis*

Jace: I am sending this one handed

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