Page 75 of Reckless Rebel

“I promise.”

I don’t hang around to hear anything else, I don’t want to, I sneak back to my room and climb into bed and think about what I just heard. I know he’s trying, I’ve seen it, he has barely been drinking while we have been here, and apart from smoking a little weed in the evenings, I haven’t noticed anything more. But am I willingly ignoring it because I want to make him better in my mind? I saw signs of withdrawals when we first met, but now I don’t notice them, or I choose not to, I’m not sure which is true. We need to sit down and talk about things before this goes any further, but I’m not sure how easy that is going to be.

I must drift off to sleep, because the next thing I know, I feel the bed dip behind me, and then Jace’s body molds around mine as he gets under the covers.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

There’s a pause before he quietly admits, “I can’t sleep, I need you.” He moves in to spoon me, but I push him back and turn over so I can face him.

I stare into his eyes like if I look hard enough I can uncover all of his secrets and help him, but all I find is his usual darkness mixed with lust. I smell the whiskey on his breath and I look at him to see if I can find signs of anything else, but all I find is his usual passive stare.

“Are you okay?” I ask tentatively.

He looks back at me, like he knows why I am asking, like he wants to truly tell me, but instead all he does is smile, “I am now.”

His kiss starts off soft and slow at first, until his tongue starts to caress mine and I feel the need for him building deep down in my stomach. I push against him in search of some friction and he groans into my mouth as I press into his hardening erection. I bring up one of my legs to wrap around his side and put my hands around his neck to keep him in place. His kisses are hard and insistent now, like he will die if he tears his lips from mine.

When he pulls back, he doesn’t say anything, neither do I. Both of us are fully aware of how close my parent’s and Sofia’s rooms are. He pushes me onto my back and slides between my open thighs until his groin is pressed right against mine. His eyes track his hands as they reach up and slip the straps of my tank down until he can pull it to reveal my tits.

He licks his lips before he bends down and sinks his teeth into the hollow of my throat, before his tongue comes out to cover it. He repeats this again and again until his mouth covers my nipple, lapping at it furiously until it’s aching beneath his tongue. I feel like I am about to come and when I start to shake he pulls back breathing heavily, his stare pours into mine as he reaches down and thrusts his hand inside my panties and shoves a finger deep inside me and his thumb finds my clit.

A silent scream gets lodge in my throat as he fucks me roughly with his finger and my nails dig into the arm between my legs as I barrel toward my orgasm.

“Jace,” I gasp out a whispered choke, but all he does is piston his finger faster. Goosebumps break out across my skin, my toes curl, and my muscles contract, and then I am coming, gushing out onto his hand as I find my release.

He doesn’t wait for my to recover, just pushes up and holds himself over me, and then thrusts into me slow and deep, “Fuck me, baby,” he groans.

His lips slam against mine again as he fucks me deeply into the mattress, pulling all the way out until only his tip is inside of me, before slamming back in to the hilt. He does this again and again and I feel another orgasm already building. This is insane, it should be impossible for someone to make you feel this good, to feel connected to them so deeply when in truth you barely even know them.

Our eyes lock and just one look from him has me shaking out another release. He picks up the pace and begins to fuck me harder and faster, lifting one of his hands to the headboard above me so it doesn’t slam into the wall with the strength of his thrusts. My eyes fall to his torso as he flexes and I wrap my legs around him and he slides even deeper inside me.

“Red, I’m gonna come.” He tries to pull away, but I clamp my legs even tighter, “It’s okay, Playboy, I’m on birth control.”

He eyes me unsure for a second until I nod, he starts fucking me again, slamming into me a few more times before I feel his release flood inside me. He drops his hands, his weight crushing me beneath him, but I can’t bring myself to ask him to move. He feels good, safe, a feeling I have craved for so long, and I never want it to end.

“Fuck, Riley,” he whispers my name like a plea. “You were fucking made for me.”

His hot breath is slick against my ear as he says those words and I bring my arms around him and hold him close. My heart thunders in my chest as I think about how much it will hurt me if this comes to an end. This wasn’t supposed to happen, I wasn’t supposed to fall for someone like him, but it seems it’s true, you really can’t help who you fall in love with.

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Jace

We fuck everywhere. In her room, my room, out on the deck, on the edge of the pier, against a tree on a hike, there isn’t a surface here that has escaped our new found need for one another. She’s my new addiction, one I can’t get enough of. I spend my days having fun with my little sister, painting, swimming, board games, and baking, and then I spend my nights fucking Riley.

Now we are packing up the car, ready to leave and the pit of my stomach swirls with anxiety about the thought of going home. I haven’t had a drink in days, half a bottle of pills lays untouched in the bottom of my case, and the only time I have been smoking is in the evenings before bed. I’d like to say it’s because I am doing better, that I don’t need those things anymore, but that’s a lie. It’s her, Riley is a sexy little distraction that I can fill my time with.

Every time I felt sweat dampen my back with the need to drink and take the edge off, I fucked her with my tongue. Every time my hands shook with the need to swallow a pill, I sought her out, bent her over, and fucked her hard until she was covering my dick in her come. If my hands itched to roll a joint, then I’d stick my fingers inside her until her juices gushed onto them. If my throat scratched for the taste of liquor, I’d kiss her until the only thing I wanted was he mouth. When the need to snort a line and push myself to a high arouse, I found Riley and put her on her knees and my cock in her throat.

She is keeping me in check and she doesn’t even know it, her body allowing me the peace of going cold turkey, but what happens when she’s not around?

I know I have a problem, I can admit that, even if it’s just to myself, and I know Riley isn’t the solution, but am I ready to deal with it and climb out of the dark? Not really, because I know what happens if I do, all that guilt and regret will consume me. Being here with her means I can ignore my responsibilities and pretend, even just for a while, that I am not a complete and utter waste of space. If she is my new high then I never want to come down, I want to stay in this sex filled bubble where I fall for her more every second.

I help Gerry load up the car and then we all sit on the deck to have a light breakfast before we leave.

“Have you had fun, Jace?” Sofia asks, and I smile.

“Best trip ever, Fifi.” She beams at me as I hold my fist out for her to bump, which she does immediately.

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