Page 65 of Reckless Rebel

“Erm, could you like, stop moving your fingers?” I ask, only slightly mortified, “It’s just a little distracting.”

His fingers pause in their movements and then ten-seconds pass before they resume their motion, “What’s the matter, baby? Do you not like it when I do this?” His fingers circle a little wider, moving a little closer to the waistband of my leggings. His lips skim my neck as he speaks and I feel more wetness pool between my thighs.

I decide my best defense is silence, otherwise I might beg for him to touch me. So I bite my lip to stop myself from talking just as his fingers skim the edge of my pants. “I think my girl is feeling a little needy tonight,” Jace purrs, letting his lips drag across my neck. “I think she needs more.” His fingers dip inside my leggings, pushing down until he touches the tip of my lips, groaning when he finds them soaked. “Fuck, Riles, you’d make a fucking priest sin.” He curses before pushing his hand fully inside and cupping me.

I moan loudly and he pushes his other hand underneath me and smothers my mouth with it. “Better stay quiet for me if you want me to make this pussy mine.” His fingers caress me and I roll my hips against him as he curses again. “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?” I nod frantically against his other hand and I feel his smile against my ear. “I’m gonna make this beautiful cunt come all over my fingers and then we are going to sleep, understood?” I nod again, “Okay then, baby, ride my fingers like I know you are desperate to.”

He doesn’t even finish speaking before his fingers start their assault on me, swirling and rubbing against my clit like an expert. I choke out a scream against his hand, thankful that his fingers muffle the sound. My hips begin the same movements they did against his cock as he slips a finger inside me and I see stars. The feel of him is indescribable, I can only imagine what his cock would feel like.

“So good for me, you’d take my cock so good wouldn’t you. Let me fuck this pretty little cunt until you came all over my cock.” I nod continuously at his words as I ride his fingers without restraint. Nothing has ever felt this good, I have been missing out.

My body begins to shake as my release barrels towards us, “That’s it, good girl, I want that come all over my fingers, Red.” His words are followed by his tongue dancing along my neck up to my ear and just as I reach the cliff he pushes me over it, “You’re mine, Riley.”

I scream out my orgasm against his hand as his fingers continue to slide in and out of me at the same time he rubs my clit, slowing each time he does it, dragging out my release until there is nothing left. My body continues to convulse against him as he pulls his hands from my leggings and it disappears. I hear a groan of approval and I know he has just licked my arousal for a second time. That shouldn’t make me feel the way it does.

His other hand drops from my mouth and he turns my chin so he can lean over and look at me. When our eyes collide he smiles a soft smile before dropping a gentle kiss to my mouth. “Sleep now, baby, we’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”

I nod, unable to form more words than, “Good night, Playboy.”

He smiles, “Goodnight, Red”

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Jace

For the first time since I can remember I don't dream about the day they found my sister's body, or the look in Taylor's eyes as Greg slit her throat. No, instead I dream of being safe and warm, of spending time with my family, of Riley’s lips. It's weird yet I ache for every night to be the same. To just be able to fall asleep easily without thinking of my need for something else and letting myself drown in my guilt.

As I stir awake I'm immediately aware of her presence. I'm laying on my back and Riley has her head on my chest and her whole body plastered right against my side. Both my arms are around her, resting on her waist, like I couldn't bear to not touch her. We spent the night together cuddling up to one another, and I've never felt more settled.

I don't think I've ever cuddled anyone, not like this anyway. Yeah there have been times when I've had a little snuggle with Elle and Cassie, but this is different. This is Riley. She isn't my family, she isn't my friend, she's more than that, or at least I want her to be. I know she's too good for me, that I'm bad for her, but having her by my side could change everything. I'm probably getting way ahead of myself, even after what we did last night. She said herself her pussy was mine for right now. Right now, not forever.

Maybe this is all I get, all I deserve, and she will go back to Rick, or someone new, and I'll be forced to watch her live her life from the sidelines. The thought makes my hands flex possessively around her waist and she immediately starts to stir. I watch as her eyes slowly flicker open and she forces them to focus.

I feel her tense and watch the frown settle on her face until her eyes flutter up to mine. I watch her entire body pause as we stare at one another and I can't help the slight tightening of my hands again. Right now she's here in my arms and that's all that matters.

"Morning, Red," I whisper, as my thumb smooths over the skin of her waist in the same way it did last night.

"Morning, Playboy," she responds with a shy smile, and my lips beg for another taste of her.

"Morning, campers." Another voice startles us apart, and I look up to find Gerry leaning against the deck rail opposite us with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Dad,” Riley stutters out in a panic, "This isn't what it looks like."

He smirks, "Looks like you were sleeping.” He brings the mug to his mouth to take a sip.

Riley continues to fumble over her words as she responds, "Then it is, it is what it looks like."

She jumps so quickly to get off the lounger that she almost face plants the deck and I fight back a laugh before turning to Gerry as she clambers to her feet.

"Sorry, G-Dog, we both couldn't sleep so we were just chilling out here talking so we didn't wake anyone up, guess we drifted off eventually." The lie rolls easily off my tongue as I omit exactly what I did to his daughter last night, and the guilt slams into me for it.

He nods again with a smirk, like he doesn't believe a thing I just said, "Mmhm, well I just wanted to wish my girl a happy birthday." He adds, eyes trailing back to Riley with a smile, "Your annual birthday breakfast is almost ready."

Her shoulders finally lose the tension and she makes her way over to him, "Thanks, Dad." She hugs him with a smile before he pulls back and glances between the two of us.

"Right, well, breakfast will be ready in ten minutes." He nods another smile before turning and heading back inside.

Riley watches him leave and then turns to look back at me. She shifts slightly on her feet and I know she doesn't know what to say after what we did last night. "I'm gonna go shower, I'll see you inside for breakfast."

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