Reckless: Damaged & Destroyed #1

by Lacey Heart

  I leave Craig to see if he can work his magic on Liv, because Lord knows I need a miracle. I need Olivia by my side. She knows me inside out, and she's the best assistant a guy could ever wish for. Man, have I royally messed up. I'll be lucky if she ever speaks to me again.

  I try to waste some time and clear my head by going for a run, but once again it hardly touches the surface. When I jump out of the shower, I contemplate hitting up South Ivy on the off-chance I bump into Amber again. I'm pretty sure she'd be able to offer me a welcome distraction.

  I'm already planning my move when my phone chimes to life on the bed alerting me to a new message. Probably Craig telling me what I already know, that It’s a definitive no-go with Liv.

  I reluctantly pick it up and swipe the screen and read:

  Hey. What a surprise to see you yesterday.

  We didn’t get much chance to talk.

  How about we try again today?

  A x

  I read the message over and over again to make sure I'm not imagining it, then I throw my phone back on the bed with a huge motherfucking grin on my face. I knew she'd be in touch eventually. Chicks, not a single one can resist me.

  Maybe today will be a good day after all.

  RIXON

  I feel like a fucking pussy.

  A fucking teenage pussy.

  Never in my life have I ever chased a girl, and never in my life have I been so goddamn excited about it. Actually, I don't think I have ever given a chick so much as a second thought—until Amber.

  Damn, she's gotten right under my skin. Rooted deep in a way I never thought possible, and I'm surprised to find I kind of like it.

  I've said it right from the start and I'll keep saying it until my last breath. Amber is something else, but I know I still need to keep my guard up. She may send me crazy but she's still a walking vagina, and if you get too attached to one of those beautiful things then you're fucked. You become vulnerable, and vulnerable is one thing I can never be. Not ever.

  Vulnerability shows weakness, and weakness means I could lose it all.

  My career—and my life.

  I flick my wrist and check my Rolex, noticing that Amber should have been here at least fifteen minutes ago.

  My jaw ticks anxiously, but I bite down trying to get a hold of my erratic emotions. Now isn’t the time to be losing control.

  There could be a number of perfectly acceptable reasons for why she isn’t here yet. She's probably just running late. That doesn’t automatically mean she's stood me up. Even though I tell myself this, anger begins to fester deep within me and bubble in my chest.

  If there's one thing I hate, it's fucking waiting around for people; let alone waiting around for a chick. I've never done that in my life and I'm starting to question why I'm doing it now.

  Because this is Amber. Amber's different to all the rest, and you already know you'll do anything she fucking asks.

  I breathe in sharply, trying to calm myself and I feel an emotion which is usually saved for the ring before a fight—nerves.

  What the fuck? Why am I nervous? This is bat-shit crazy.

  Before I lose my mind completely, I look up and see an auburn-haired beauty walking toward me.

  Damn, she's fucking beautiful, and I could quite happily spend my days doing bad, bad things to her. I've already established she's not like the others, and maybe I'll have to work harder to get her into bed, but it will happen. I'll probably have to tread carefully with her. She reminds me of a delicate flower, which is all kinds of messed up, because if there's one thing I'm not it's a hearts-and-flowers kind of guy.

  "Hey, sorry I'm late." Her voice is soft, although a little breathless. "I got held up at the office."

  I watch on in amusement as she pulls out a chair, a little flustered. Images of her splayed out underneath me flash through my mind.

  Fuck, Rixon, she's only just arrived and she's getting into your head. I scold myself. "Don't worry about it. I was running late myself." I lie and I don’t even feel bad about it. I don’t want anyone, Amber included, knowing I've been sat here like a fucking loner panicking about whether she's stood me up or not. "I have to admit, I thought you would have messaged sooner."

  "You did, huh?" Amber's eyes flick to mine, her cheeks glowing red. Oh, she's still affected by me, and she fucking should be too. "What if I told you I wasn’t planning on contacting you at all?" she asks.

  I lift up my tumbler of water and bring it to my lips while I study her for a moment longer than really necessary, then place it back down on the table again. My eyes never leave her heart shaped face and I'm desperate to know what she's thinking. I'd love to be able to get inside her head. "Then I'd tell you that you were lying." My tone is neutral, which comes as a surprise as my emotions are running wild and my cock is twitching, ready for action.

  Amber laughs, and her face lights up as I narrow my eyes. Is she laughing at me?

  "You're pretty full of yourself, aren’t you?"

  So, she is fucking laughing at me. "That’s irrelevant, but I know I'm right. I always am." She laughs harder and I don’t know whether I'm pissed or impressed. No one has ever had the balls to treat me this way before.

  "I know it's not good form for a first date, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to disagree with you."

  What’s this about a first date? Is she serious? I almost choked and spat my drink all over her. I've never been on a date in all my life. Fuck, I wasn’t built for that bullshit. But you've never taken anyone out for a drink either, the little voice in my head reminds me before I shut it down.

  "What do you do, Lawson?"

  I breathe a sigh of relief and I've never been more thankful for a change of subject.

  "I do a lot of things, Amber, " her eyes widen at my little insight and her cheeks glow again.

  "Like what?" she presses further. A look of pure innocence dances across her face, which turns me on some more.

  "I like to do pretty things, and I think you'll be my favorite."

  AMBER

  Lawson is everything I promised I would stay away from and then some.

  He's arrogant, obnoxious, and so damn full of himself, it's unreal. Yet, the more time I spend with him I can tell there is something else—something more—causing him to act like the chauvinistic pig sat before me.

  His face may be hard and rigid, and completely void of any emotion, but there's also a soft, caring vulnerability to his beauty too which shows in his eyes, and I know he's desperate to hide it.

  I can see it all in front of me as though he's just laid it all on a plate for me.

  I know because I'm exactly the same—like we're one.

  Everyone has their own demons, and we all have a different way of dealing with them, but you can tell us apart from the rest of the world. We wear our demons on our shoulders, weighing us down until there is nothing left.

  I know Lawson is trying to see how far he can push me before I run again, but he’ll be waiting a while this time. I promised myself I wouldn’t run, not this time. No, now Lawson has my full attention and I plan to enjoy myself while I get to know him, because I don’t know if I'll ever be brave enough to be this careless and reckless again.

  Now it's my turn to surprise him. "I'll look forward to it." I wink at him, acknowledging his crude comment and I seductively suck my drink with my straw. He falters; losing his composure a little and almost spills his own drink, but he's very quick to collect himself.

  "Don't make promises you won't be able to keep." Lawson warns me and the danger in his voice has my frantic heart beating wildly in my chest. For the first time in as long as I remember I feel alive. This man is nothing but bad news for me, I know it, but right now I really don't care.

  "Who says I can't keep it?" I smile wickedly, trying to press him further, and it's working. His eyes darken and lust-fueled pools of darkness stare back at me. I feel my panties dampen with excitement.

  Lawson growls at me, a hungry predatory growl, and a
shiver of blissful pleasure ripples through my body landing right at my core. Jeez, it's been far too long since I had someone worship my body, and right now, I am so ready for that person to be Lawson. "If you'll excuse me, I have a little situation which needs my attention," I push my chair back without breaking eye contact with him. My brain is on overdrive and I don't even know if I'm thinking straight. Am I really going to do this? Well, Lawson looks feral and my body is charged up and ready to go, so I don't think either of us will be backing out now. "See you soon," I whisper, biting down on my lip and then I turn and walk toward the restroom.

  Big strong arms encase me as soon as I step inside the restroom. Lawson's obviously far too impatient to wait; just like he promised me he would be.

  "What the fuck was that?" he demands, forcing me to look up and face him. "I don't play games, Amber. Not unless I make the rules."

  "Yes, sir. Duly noted." I mock him and I get the sudden feeling Lawson isn’t the type of guy who takes orders from other people; that he also likes to call the shots when it comes to his women. I'm afraid he's going to be in for a big shock with me then.

  Lawson growls again and his lips come crashing down against mine. I don’t even try to stop him, because what's the point? We both want this, so there's no point in trying to stop it. Denying this kind of chemistry would just come back around to haunt me. I've also figured Lawson will just keep coming for me until he has his wicked way with me. So why stop the inevitable?

  His lips never leave mine as he hungrily explores my mouth with his tongue, careful not to break the connection between us as he leads us into an open cubicle.

  "Classy," I mumble breathlessly against his lips with all the sass I can muster.

  "I may be a lot of things, but trust me, classy isn’t one of them." Lawson tells me and my excitement accelerates a couple of notches.

  His lips find mine again and his hands wander around my body, familiarizing themselves and driving me insane at the same time.

  "Put your leg on there," he signals to the toilet seat which thankfully is closed. As soon as I have lifted my leg, both straps are pulled down from my shoulders and my heavy breasts break free. My nipples are already hard, but they stiffen some more when the cold air hits them.

  "Fuck me. I knew you'd be something else, but…" Lawson says through gritted teeth as he appreciates my breasts. He cups them and my nipples ache for his touch, but he keeps me on edge as he avoids them completely. Instead he spends his sweet ass time kneading my breasts.

  I arch my back, hoping to signal what I need, and my breath comes in short bursts, my heart beating louder with each torturous second which passes.

  An unstoppable moan escapes me when he finally takes my nipple in his mouth and he leaves me desperate for more when he sucks and bites ferociously, and I'm shocked to find that right in this moment when he has me feeling this blissful I would fully succumb to him and do whatever it was he asked of me.

  A bad, bad sign, but lost in sheer pleasure, I pay no attention to the warning signs.

  RIXON

  My mind is about to blow and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.

  Amber, oh my sweet, beautiful Amber is half naked and she's like fucking putty in my hands. She's everything I imagined, yet so much more.

  The taste of her soft creamy flesh is better than anything I have ever experienced, and she's driving me wild. I don’t want to rush this but it's so hard not to. It’s absolute torture trying to take this slow.

  I'm not a patient man. I never have been, and I made that perfectly clear to Amber too. I've never had to pace myself or wait for anything in my life. But this is far too good to rush.

  It doesn’t skip my attention the effect my touch has on her, and that only makes my need for her stronger.

  My hands wander, searching and exploring the perfect contours of her body and when I reach her thighs, I'm even more surprised by what I find. "No panties?"

  Amber doesn’t answer me, but her wicked smirk tells me all I need to know. Amber came with one thing on her mind. Everyone knows chicks don’t wear panties when they want to get laid. Hell, maybe I've finally met my match. Now wouldn’t that be fucking ironic.

  Her back arches some more, and she spreads her legs a little more giving me the go ahead that I need, and I don’t waste any time.

  I slowly move my fingers up to her sex, and she's soaking. Well and truly ready for me. Clearly, she's an impatient little thing too as she thrusts her hips, granting me the access I need, and I slide two fingers into her warm, welcoming pussy. Damn, she's tight and her walls tighten around my fingers. Her green eyes never leave mine as she watches me finger fuck her pussy, and they're full of desire and hunger as I bend down and press my lips to her beautiful clit.

  Her breathing becomes shallower as I increase the speed of my fingers, fucking her moist pussy like I would if my throbbing cock were inside her. I can't wait to feel her encase me and squeeze me dry.

  I increase the speed of my tongue too, licking and sucking her clit and when I feel how close she is, I bite down and she cries out, not giving a damn who hears her pleasure. Her hands fist my hair and she pulls harder as she rides my face and I've never witnessed a more sexier sight. I think it will be one that stays with me for the rest of my living days.

  I withdraw my fingers and suck them clean of her juices, because these are too fucking good to share, and she sags in front of me.

  "Oh, baby. I'm not finished with you yet." I warn her and her eyes sparkle at the promise of my words. "Bend over. Let me see that fine ass of yours."

  Amber doesn’t need asking twice, and she's on her feet in seconds. Her hands slide into my pants and my solid cock breaks free, bouncing on my stomach. She moans her approval. "Now it's my turn to see how you taste." She whispers and squats down before me. My head falls back as she takes my cock whole into her mouth. Her tongue working its way around my tip before she sucks me harder as she glides back up my cock, and pops it out of her mouth.

  Fuck, there's no way I won't blow if she keeps that up. Deciding I don’t want to risk coming too soon, I pull back and I demand, "bend the fuck over."

  Amber smirks again and I swear she's the female version of me. What the hell have I let myself in for?

  I don’t have much time to worry about it as Amber turns around and pulls her dress up before thrusting her perfect fucking ass in my face, and I give it a little slap for her cheek.

  "Jesus Christ." I bite out in appreciation. Her beautiful pussy is still glistening, once again ready for me to fuck it within an inch of its life.

  My cock is raring and ready to go. I grip her hip with one hand and hold her firmly in place as I line my cock up against her entrance with my other. I don’t warn her before I slam my thickness into her, and she screams out in pleasure from the intensity of my intrusion.

  She's so fucking tight and wet, and she covers me like a goddamn glove.

  A savage need takes over my body and with each moan and thrust she makes, I match hers and then some.

  I thrust my hips faster and faster, pounding into her like no one's business.

  "Oh, fuck." She cries out as her walls tighten and crash around me, riding out another orgasm. I still as my own release shoots hard and fast inside of her.

  My chest rises and falls rapidly as I try to catch my breath. That was out of this world. I've never come so fucking hard in my life, and now that I've finally had a taste of Amber, I know I'll never be able to look back. Amber has just ruined me for anyone else and a quick fuck here and there will never satisfy me again. Not now I've experienced what it can really feel like. From here on out, I'm fucking screwed.

  "Now that was fun." Amber whispers as she pulls her dress down and makes herself look as presentable as a freshly fucked chick can, before standing on her tip toes and claiming me with her lips.

  "I'm pretty sure that's supposed to be my line…" I confess before I can stop myself.

  "I thought as much." Her eyes gliste
n as she smiles. "Call me, and if you’re lucky we could do it again?" she questions, and it takes everything I have to hold back and not take her again for her sheer cheek.

  "Bye, Lawson," Amber winks at me and once again she catches me off guard and slides past me, and out of my life for only God knows how long.

  Only this time she's mine. I've claimed her, and my fucking come is still alive and kicking inside of her sweet ass pussy.

  But maybe it's time I come clean about who I really am. Or my name at least.

  RIXON

  "Do I really need to do this?"

  "If you want me on side, then yes."

  I don’t know how Craig managed to do it, but he did, and I'll be forever grateful to him. But that doesn’t mean I'm happy with what's going down right now.

  Olivia is back, but the terms of that means she's doing things on her terms, and her terms only.

  "But you know how I feel about them, Liv." I try to plead with her, but she obviously has zero fucks to give. "And you want them to come into my home?"

  "That's right." She scowls at me while checking her phone, "and I don’t give a damn. You've got the fight of your life coming up on Saturday and a little press never hurt anyone, did it?"

  Jesus, what is she not getting into her head? "But they're fucking leeches. Every last one of them." I openly admit I don’t have much of a soul; mine is far too damaged and destroyed for any of that, but the paps? That's a whole other level. That's a fucking job done by choice. I'm beyond pissed, and Liv doesn’t give a damn. This is probably her way of payback. A little revenge for what I did to her, and if I want her forgiveness, I'm just gonna have to shut the fuck up, bite my tongue and just roll with it.

  "I'm sure they're not all bad, right Craig?"

  "Hey, don’t drag me into this. I'm here to oversee the security side and nothing else."