Reckless With You

by Carrie Ann Ryan

  “You’re sheer perfection, Tucker. And you know it.”

  I shrugged, pushing back some memories from before. I hadn’t always looked like this. I worked hard now because I had the time and the money. I hadn’t had either when I was younger, and I had been rail-thin. It was hard to stay fit and healthy when you were going from foster home to foster home. And, sometimes, they didn’t have enough food, even though they got money from the state.

  Fingertips feathered along my cheek, and I looked down at her.

  “I didn’t mean to make you go away.” Her voice went soft and straight to my heart. I swallowed hard.

  “No worries. I’m right here. Just you and me.”

  Her gaze searched my face, and she smiled. “Good.”

  I kissed her again, this time a little slower before my mind was entirely back into it, and then I deepened it. I wanted to go hard, fast, and pour out my demons. Be ourselves. If we went too soft, got too romantic, it would only hurt us in the end. This would just be beard sex, whatever the fuck that was. Hard, fast, and everything we needed.

  At least, I hoped so.

  I undid her bra, let it fall to the floor, then I lavished attention on her breasts, looking at the red tips of her nipples as I sucked hard.

  She moaned, her body shaking. I didn’t know if I wanted her to get off at the door.

  But I wanted her, and I wasn’t sure I could wait.

  “I want to fuck you against this door. You going to let me?”

  “You sure are taking your time about it,” she teased.

  I gave her a hard, smacking kiss, and reached around to my side table where I’d left a condom—not because I’d thought I would ever have sex here, but because I’d pulled them out of my wallet earlier.

  She raised a brow, and I blushed.

  “I had them in my wallet earlier, but I didn’t want to bring them for our date and make you feel weird. So, I left them here. Good idea, though.”

  She just snorted and nodded. “Well, you might as well put them to good use.”

  I kissed her again and then kept touching her.

  Our hands roamed over each other. As she undid my belt and the fastenings of my pants, they fell to the floor.

  I quickly pushed down my boxer briefs, letting them fall as well. Her eyes widened.

  “What?” I asked, laughing.

  “I would say I’m afraid you’re not going to fit, but I don’t want to go straight porn movie.”

  “Hey, we quote porn. We’d be good at it. Damn good at it.”

  And then I went to my knees and undid her pants.

  She groaned as I kissed her over her panties and then tugged her pants over her ass and down to her knees.

  She tried to kick off her boots, but I wouldn’t let her.

  “No, I’m going to fuck you like this. With your legs pressed together, and your ass looking all plump and ready for me.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.”

  I kissed her again before flipping her around so her breasts were pressed against the door.

  I nipped and nibbled her ass, spreading her cheeks before biting some more.

  I licked along the base of her spine and then looked up at her neck before biting down on the curve where it met her shoulder.

  “Tucker,” she whispered, and then I grinned.

  I slid the condom over my length before rubbing my cock along the seam of her ass.

  She stiffened and then looked over her shoulder at me, her brow raised.

  “Um, excuse me. I’m not quite sure I said yes to all of that.”

  I just smiled before kissing her cheek.

  “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

  I slid my hand between her and the door and cupped her heat.

  “Tucker,” she whispered.

  I just kept kissing down her neck, along her shoulder, rocking along the seam of her ass as I played with her clit and the folds of her pussy.

  “You’re already wet for me.”

  “I think I’ve been wet for you since dinner.”

  I groaned, my hand digging into her hip as my other continued playing with her.

  “I need you inside of me,” she whispered, wiggling against me.

  My hand tightened on her hip as I slowly worked my way inside of her with my fingers. “Not until you come on my hand first.”

  “Tucker,” she panted.

  But I didn’t stop. I just kept playing, needing.

  I moved quickly, my thumb stroking her clit. Suddenly, she called out my name, her cunt clamping around my fingers.

  I kept moving, her flesh swollen and wet. And when she stopped shaking, I slid my fingers out of her and grinned, moving my hand around so I could put one of my wet fingers against her lips.

  “Taste.”

  Her eyes widened, and her tongue reached out, licking her wetness from her lip.

  “Good girl.”

  And then I reached down to my cock, slid her wetness over my condom-covered dick and slowly teased her entrance from behind.

  “Tucker,” she whispered again.

  And then I slammed home.

  We both froze, the shock of her tight heat gripping my cock almost too much.

  She was so tight, so wet, and my eyes crossed. It was hard to keep from coming right then, but I held myself back, both of us looking at each other as she acclimated to my dick.

  “Jesus Christ,” I whispered, and she grinned at me.

  “Get moving, boy, or I’m going to start moving for you.”

  She arched her back, and I went a little deeper. We both moaned.

  “Got that. Yeah, I can do that.”

  And then I moved.

  I slid in and out of her, holding her hip with one hand while using my other to press her shoulders to the door.

  Her pants were still around her thighs, her boots up to her knees, and it made her pliant to my touch.

  Which had to be the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

  I moved my hand from her shoulder, and the other from her hip so I could spread her cheeks as I slid in and out of her.

  I looked down at her ass where I spread her and grinned before reaching around to gather some of her juices to wet my fingers again.

  “Tucker, I didn’t realize you were such an ass man.”

  I pumped hard again, sending a shock through both of us. She closed her eyes, moaning.

  “I’m a tit man. An ass man. And for now, I’m your man.”

  She froze just for a moment, barely even noticeable, but I saw it.

  I’d have to be careful.

  We’d both have to be careful.

  I slowly teased her back entrance, but I didn’t firmly insert my finger. I didn’t have any lube on me, and I didn’t want to hurt her.

  I was already afraid we would both end up hurt at the end of this as it was.

  But I pushed those thoughts from my mind and continued pushing in and pulling out of her, fucking her hard as we both panted, our bodies sweat-slick.

  As my balls tightened, the base of my spine tingling, I reached around and flicked my fingers over her clit.

  She arched her back, coming on my cock, squeezing me hard as I came with her.

  I shook, keeping my hips pumping as I wrung out both of our orgasms, but I couldn’t stop. I needed more.

  So I pulled out of her fully, even as she reached for me. I picked her up and cradled her to my chest.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m not done yet,” I growled out.

  Her eyes widened, and then she bounced on my plush couch as I threw her on it.

  “Are you serious?” she said with a laugh. And then she wasn’t laughing.

  I had her boots off, her pants thrown over my shoulder, and my head between her legs.

  I lapped up her juices, eating her out as she screamed my name, her hands tugging at my hair.

  I slid one finger inside her, and then two more, fucking her hard with my fingers as I kissed and bit and
sucked on her clit.

  She wriggled under my hold, and I kept going. As she came again, and then was about to come for the fourth time, I pulled away. She moaned.

  I reached for the second condom I’d pulled out, ripped off the old one, made sure to put it on a tissue, pulled on the new one, and slammed into her.

  Her eyes widened, and I grinned.

  “Again? How?”

  “Apparently, you worked your magic quite well, temptress.”

  And then I moved. We kept kissing, our hands running over each other as I slammed into her on the couch, her legs wrapped around my waist, and my mouth all over her body. Any place I could reach.

  She was doing the same to me, and I was afraid we would burn out, the heat between us too much.

  When I came again, her body clamped around me, her own orgasm a little softer this time as if she had nothing left.

  But it didn’t matter.

  This was all there was, all there could be.

  And as I held her close, I knew we had made a terrible mistake.

  I couldn’t look her in the eyes. Instead, I just held her, our bodies still pressed together, my softening cock still deep inside of her.

  This had been possibly the best moment of my entire life.

  And I knew we should never do it again.

  Even though we probably would.

  And every time we did, we’d likely ruin a little more of what we had.

  We’d ruin it all.

  Chapter 13

  Amelia

  As mistakes went, the night before had been a doozy.

  But I was too sore and sated to care at the moment.

  I hadn’t slept over at Tucker’s, though part of me had wanted to. After we’d gone one more round, I’d somehow found my clothes and the strength to leave the house. He hadn’t stopped me, hadn’t asked me to stay.

  And though I should have been hurt by that, I was actually grateful.

  Because I couldn’t have stayed.

  And yet there had been something in his eyes telling me I could have if I’d wanted to.

  We were both going down a path we shouldn’t, one that was far more reckless than anything we could have done, but I didn’t think either of us was going to turn back now.

  At least, not yet.

  Tucker was coming over later for dinner, something that worried me but also didn’t. Because friends did that, right? They had fun as friends, and they ate food together. Just because he was coming over to my house after he’d made me come multiple times the night before at his place didn’t mean anything had to be weird.

  And considering that I’d never thought that sentence before in my life, I figured I had reached a new low in my weirdness.

  Tucker didn’t do commitment. And I was still getting over Tobey. There was no room for a relationship.

  It had to remain what we were now. Friends.

  With benefits.

  Because that had to be what we were now. Right?

  I shook my head and then went to water my plants.

  I tried to keep a few indoor plants in the house, though I was better at keeping them alive outside. I might be a landscape architect, but sometimes, houseplants and I just did not get along.

  I’d already worked that morning on countless invoices and creating plans for when the ground thawed, and spring came.

  Looking at my proposed list, I was going to be busy, and would finally be able to hire someone full-time, rather than just part-time. I had someone in mind, and we’d been talking about it for a while, but I didn’t know if Jamie would agree. If not, Iman might join me. She was new at this line of work and was still in school, but she had taken some time off to find herself. Since I was in the process of finding myself, too, I figured it was kind of the perfect plan.

  Jamie had been working for me longer and was already on the path to becoming a full-time employee. I didn’t know if Iman would be ready or not.

  Time would tell. And maybe, just maybe, I would be able to hire two full-time people.

  I shook my head. No, I wasn’t there yet. I was getting there, though. My business was prospering. And while I worked far too hard, I liked the work. I loved what I did.

  I enjoyed making people happy and plants even happier.

  I liked someone being able to go outside into their back yard to relax in their very own oasis. I took pride in having people walk into their homes after walking through a wonderful yard that was welcoming and easy to maintain.

  At least, I tried for the easy-to-maintain part. Sometimes, things got a little out of control, but it wasn’t my fault. People wanted what they wanted, and while I tried to talk them out of it at times, I also had to listen to the customer.

  I shook my head and put away my watering can right as the doorbell rang. I frowned, wondering if Tucker was early. But that couldn’t be. He’d said he had a long shift today, which is why we hadn’t spent the night together. He wouldn’t have been able to get a lot of sleep, and neither would I.

  But that was fine, I hadn’t needed to stay with him overnight.

  It wouldn’t have been safe for either of us.

  I looked through the peephole and frowned, not recognizing the woman on the other side. I opened the door and smiled, even though I really wasn’t in the mood for a solicitor. Nobody ever actually heeded those signs. I really should get one of those doorbells with a video camera or something so I could just talk from my house or my phone from work.

  “Hi, can I help you?”

  “You need to stay away from him.” She glared.

  I blinked, looking over at the woman. I honestly had no idea who she was, but she sure as hell knew me.

  She had dark brown hair and wore it in waves hanging over her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes were done up in cat-eye precision, perfect makeup and eyeliner I was kind of jealous about.

  She had even contoured her face, something I’d tried and still couldn’t do. Zoey would have to teach me.

  The woman had on a lacy turtleneck and a leather jacket, even though it was a little too cold for just that. Her pants looked painted on, and her boots had to have five-inch stiletto heels.

  She looked amazing and sexy.

  But she sure as hell wasn’t smiling.

  “I’m sorry, you have me at a disadvantage. Who are you?”

  “Oh, you know who I am.”

  “I really don’t.”

  Was this one of Tucker’s women? Dear God, how had she found me? A weight settled in my gut, and I rubbed my stomach. I really didn’t want to get in the way of whatever Tucker had going with this woman. He had said he was single, and that we shouldn’t be with anyone else while together. But given the way this woman was glaring at me, apparently, that wasn’t the case.

  “I’m Beth, you bitch.”

  My eyes widened, and I took an involuntary step back, my hand on the edge of my door. She leaned forward.

  I just blinked at her, trying to comprehend exactly what was going on. This was Tobey’s Beth. His other half. The one that he’d said was his everything.

  And she was here. Calling me a bitch.

  What the hell?

  As I looked at her again, I saw the similarities between us, and something slid over me. We had the same color hair, the same shape. She was probably a size smaller, but she looked like she worked out. I did not work out as much as I should, but I was happy with my size. We had similar cheekbones, but different eyes, and she was way better at makeup and styling than I was.

  She looked like someone who could have been my friend, someone I’d want to ask for help in figuring out what to wear for a date, or how to do those wings at the edges of her eyelids.

  I thought all of that in a bare instant as I studied her, wondering why the person I had thought was my best friend forever would want her.

  And not even want her over me.

  That ship had sailed.

  But I didn’t like the vehemence in her tone. I didn’t like how she made me feel.r />
  “Beth. Tobey’s Beth,” I said.

  “Oh, now you know who I am. Stay away from him. You weren’t good for him. I’m his girlfriend. I am going to marry him one day. You need to back off. Every time you call him or get close to him, you just confuse him and make things difficult. And how dare you come onto him like you did? He said no, and you wouldn’t take that as an answer.”

  My eyebrows went up on my forehead, and I glared. “Excuse me? No. That’s not how it happened.”

  “He told me exactly how it happened. Now you’re going to call him a liar? Just because you aren’t good enough for him, doesn’t mean you can come around and try to ruin our relationship. I love him, and he loves me. And you’re always in the way. Just leave him alone.”

  “What the fuck?” I whispered to myself, and she just narrowed her eyes at me. “Leave us alone.”

  “You need to leave,” I said, my voice far calmer than I felt. This woman, this Beth, was so emotional. She had to be scared of losing whatever she had with Tobey to the point that she was lashing out. Because I would like to think that Tobey wouldn’t fall in love with someone who could say these things.

  But maybe he had told her a different story. Or perhaps what I did had been far worse than I thought.

  “Stay away from him.”

  “No problem. You don’t have to worry about that.”

  Because I didn’t think I’d talk with Tobey again. At least not in person for a long while. Everything was out of control, and I didn’t know why things hurt so badly.

  She stomped away and got into her sedan before peeling out of my driveway and driving off.

  I shook in my doorway for a bit and then closed the door before I let all the heat out.

  I slowly made my way to my phone, my hands shaking.

  Me: Stay away, Tobey. Please. Beth was here. I don’t know what you said to her. But you just need to stay away.

  I sank down to the floor, my hands shaking as I looked at my phone and watched those three little dots pop up as Tobey responded.

  Tobey: I’m sorry that she came there. I didn’t think she would. But you need to stay away from Beth too. That would be best for all of us.

  He wanted me to stay away. And all I’d done was tell him that I loved him. Now, everything had changed. Who was this person? This wasn’t the guy I had fallen for.