Beyond Reckless

by Autumn Jones Lake

  But he doesn’t stop. He speeds up, alternating between licking and sucking. I tilt my hips up, seeking more and he gives it to me, raising the intensity of the flicks of his tongue.

  A sharp snap of pleasure breaks over me.

  I howl through the orgasm. The exquisite pulses of bliss leaving me breathless and my heart pounding.

  Slowly he eases back, trailing soft kisses over my thighs.

  “Now, that’s what I wanted, Charlotte.” His husky voice is almost reverent.

  Can he really be this sweet? I don’t completely buy it. I want to.

  He prowls up my body, settling himself between my legs. His head dips, and he closes his mouth around one of my nipples, sucking hard.

  “Oh my God.” My back arches, pushing my breasts in his face. He wraps his hands around them and teases his tongue over the stiff peaks.

  “These are fucking perfect,” he mumbles.

  He leans over the side of the bed, fiddling with something and returns with a gold foil square. “Magnums, huh?”

  “Yeah, anything else cuts off the circulation to my dick.”

  I slap my hand over my mouth and giggle, a girlish sound that doesn’t come out of me often.

  When’s the last time I giggled like some high school airhead? In bed or anywhere else for that matter.

  “Open for me.”

  I press my thighs together. A weak protest. We both know I’m two seconds from spreading wide and begging him to fuck me.

  “Open.” He bites down on one nipple. “This pussy’s mine tonight and I’m not done with it.” He runs his teeth over my nipple again, this time applying more pressure as he shakes his head. “Give it up.”

  He could force me. Easily, but he’s patient. Keen teal eyes watching me closely. Considering every one of my reactions.

  “My cock’s going to feel so good buried inside you,” he says, trying to entice me. “You know it will.”

  A moan escapes me and I turn my head.

  “I’ll work myself so slow and deep in that pussy. You won’t want me to leave,” he says so low I barely hear the words.

  My thighs edge apart and he’s quick to seize the invitation, shoving his hands behind my knees and spreading me wider. Impossibly, obscenely wide. “Thatta girl,” he says, dipping his cock against my wetness. Teasing the hell out of me.

  He kisses along my collarbones up to my ear. “You still like it rough?”

  A shiver of excitement rolls over me along with the sting of a full body blush. I haven’t asked anyone to manhandle me since him. The few who tried to take charge in the bedroom were nothing like Marcel and they sure as hell didn’t have the skills to back it up.

  Marcel definitely has the skills.

  “I’m surprised you remember.” I mean, good God only knows how many girls he’s been with since.

  Well, that dampens my excitement a little.

  As if he senses the shift in my mood, he loses the cocky smile. “I remember everything about you, Charlotte.”

  I respond by wrapping my legs around his waist.

  His eyes close briefly, and when he opens them, the cocksure smile is back in place. “Good girl. Here’s your reward.”

  “Cocky bastard.” I gasp as he drags his cock against my slit.

  “Damn right.” He peers into my eyes again. “Ready for me?”

  When I ask her if she’s ready, I’m also asking myself. Shit, I’ve gotten sappy.

  I graze my teeth over her earlobe. “Tell me what you want.”

  We’re both aware I’m stalling, but she doesn’t call me out.

  To thank her for her patience, I lean down and press my lips against hers. She opens for me, stroking her tongue against mine. I slide one arm under her ass, lifting her to just the right angle. Our kiss goes on and on while I line myself up and slowly sink inside her until I’m impossibly deep.

  I have to stop and take a breath. “Fuuuck,” I groan the word against her throat.

  I drag my lips over her jaw and she tightens around me.

  “That’s so good,” she whispers.

  It really is.

  I take my time thrusting into her slow and deep. This has been worth the wait. Worth the last few months of hell. I thrust into her harder and harder until I’m pounding her into the mattress. The frame of the bed slams against the wall creating music for her screams. Her hands curl around my forearms, hanging on tight.

  Remembering what she likes, I shake off her grip on my arms and pin her wrists above her head with one hand. My other hand grips her hip, holding her still. Our eyes lock and she lets out a breathy cry every time I bury myself to the hilt.

  “You like that cock in your pussy, don’t you?”

  She makes a sound in the back of her throat, but can’t form a full word.

  I drag my hand from her hip, working it between us to find her clit. She lifts her hips, seeking more pressure and I give it to her.

  “Oh.” Her eyes close as she contracts around my dick. Her sweet cries and her wet pussy as I slam into her are the best sounds in the world.

  More broken words and breathy noises fall from her lips. I can’t tell if she’s still coming or coming again. Either way, I love it.

  I won’t last much longer.

  I had so many other ways I wanted to fuck her.

  My leg starts protesting the abuse it’s been taking but I fuck right through the pain as my orgasm shoots down my spine. Convinced I’ve taken care of her, I let go of my control, spilling into her for so long my vision blurs.

  I fall forward, covering her with my body. I unwrap my hand from her wrists and throw myself down next to her.

  Maybe it’s because it’s been a while, but I don’t remember ever having such an intense and satisfying fuck.

  She turns her head and smiles.

  As I stare into her eyes, I think it’s about to get even better.

  I’m worn out. Worn down. Ready to let him stick around all damn night if he asks.

  He rolls to his back, pulling me with him so I’m draped over his chest.

  “I didn’t peg you as a snuggler.”

  He picks his head up and regards me with a lazy smile. “I’m full of surprises.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  “So are you.”

  I roll over to my side of the bed. “I was wondering when you’d bring that up again.”

  “That’s not what I was talking about. Only thing I’m talking about in this bed right now, is you and me.”

  “Oh.”

  “You got off easy. Need you on top of me next time.”

  “Next time, huh?”

  “Definitely a next time.” He closes his eyes and I can’t help reaching over to trace my fingers over his lazy smile. Without opening his eyes, he kisses my fingertips.

  Slowly he seems to come back to himself. He opens his eyes and grabs my arm, examining my wrists. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “No. It was perfect.”

  He entwines his fingers with mine and we lay there, shoulders touching, holding hands. I don’t miss him reaching down to rub his hand over his leg. I want to ask if he’s okay, but don’t think he’ll appreciate the question.

  “Shower?” he asks.

  Unable to move, I point toward my bedroom door. “Straight that way.”

  “Want to join me?”

  I open one eye. “Are you implying that I’m dirty?”

  He laughs. “No, I just want to be near you, but I gotta get rid of this,” he points to the condom.

  Wants to be near me? Jesus, if I don’t watch myself, I’m going to end up falling in love with this man.

  Nothing short of a gun blast could tear me away from Charlotte.

  She brings me a glass of water, which I’m in desperate need of. “I think you fucked me dry,” I say, handing the glass back after swallowing it in two gulps.

  “No kidding. I might need an IV,” she teases, throwing herself down on the bed next to me. My hand lands on her ass, knea
ding and squeezing.

  “Love your ass.”

  “Thanks.”

  “I might have to shoot your neighbor. That last time fucked with my concentration.”

  She grins. “You concentrated just fine.” Her gaze strays to the ceiling. “I don’t think anyone’s rattled my bed frame since they moved in upstairs.”

  My inner caveman likes that a lot. Maybe because she’s the first woman I’ve been with since before my accident. Or maybe because I really like her.

  For me, sex has always been more of a meaningless physical release to quiet the raging beast inside me. Years of joyless hookups at our clubhouse. Plenty of one-nighters with girls when I went on a run with the club. Girls whose names I never remembered in the morning.

  The one or two times I actually felt something more for a girl, I ended up blowing it.

  I don’t want to fuck things up with Charlotte. Her relationship to Merlin will make it tricky. I have to be out of my mind thinking we have a future together. Fuck, in one way or another, I’ve failed every single female in my life. I don’t want to be responsible for hurting another woman I care about.

  Yeah, I have to admit, I already care about her way more than I should and that’s a problem.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  The next morning, I wake up alone.

  This shit is beyond old.

  What’d she do, leave her own damn apartment to get away from me?

  I reach down and snatch my jeans off the floor.

  Noises from the other side of the wall lead me into the kitchen where she’s stirring granola into a cup of yogurt.

  “Morning,” she says, glancing up. Her gaze lingers on my body as I finish buckling my belt. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “I wanted you to wake me up.” I stare her down until her cheeks turn pink. “In a different way.”

  “Oh.” The corner of her mouth turns down. “Are you…Am I…Will I see you again?”

  Closing the distance between us, I take her by the hips and pull her into my body. The spoon falls from her fingers, hitting the counter with a clang.

  “You’re not done seeing me now,” I say, leaning down to taste her lips.

  When I pull away, she blinks up at me. Her mouth’s still open, lips shiny and red from our kiss.

  “I didn’t expect to wake up alone.”

  She cocks her head. “That bothers you?”

  Fuck it. “Yeah.”

  I expect her to laugh it off, but she just keeps staring at me.

  “I meant what I said last night,” I say, trying to force some sort of reaction out of her.

  “What was that?” she asks, turning back to the counter.

  “Charlotte, look at me.”

  She faces me but seems afraid to meet my eyes. “This wasn’t a one and done. Not for me.”

  “But—”

  “No.” I cut her off, stepping closer. “I tried to warn you last night.”

  “W-warn me?” she stammers. For such a wordy woman, it’s nice to see her struggle to come up with some for a change.

  I fit my hands into the curve of her waist and boost her onto the counter, shoving my body between her legs. My hands land above her knees, sliding up her smooth thighs and under her sleep shorts.

  “Yeah. I tried to tell ya last night. One time wouldn’t be enough. So get used to it.”

  A wrinkle forms between her eyes and I press a kiss to the spot. I know what she’s going to say and I don’t want to hear it right now. My only goal is to is convince her that my dick needs to find its way into her pussy on a regular basis. The rest doesn’t matter.

  “Marcel,” she says, placing her palm against my chest. “How does this work?”

  I haven’t done a fucking thing in my life to deserve this woman. It doesn’t matter, though, I want her so fucking bad I’m willing to take the risk.

  Not too far down the road, the two of us together will cause a chaotic shitstorm of trouble.

  And I still don’t want to let her go.

  If she feels the same way, I’ll fight like hell for her.

  “You like me?” I ask.

  She tilts her head and peeks at me through her lashes. “Yeah, I like you.”

  I’ve taken on bigger challenges and come out the other side. Maybe a little battle worn but still breathing.

  “You want to see me again?”

  Her fingers curl into the waistband of my jeans and she tugs me forward. “Yes.”

  “You want to fuck me again?”

  She drops her gaze. “God, yes.”

  I like that answer a lot and place another kiss on her cheek.

  I need to explore this. See if she’s worth the chaos.

  “You want to do some other things with me?”

  Her curious gaze collides with mine. “Like what?”

  I lift my shoulders. Not like I have a lot of experience dating. For her, I’ll figure it out. “I don’t know. Let’s find out together.”

  Someone bangs on her front door, and I growl in frustration.

  “Shit.” Her gaze strays to the living room, but she doesn’t move away from me.

  “Is it the floor pounder?” I ask, glancing up at the ceiling.

  She snorts. “No, I don’t think so.”

  The knocking starts up again, and Charlotte slides off the counter. I’m a dick, so I keep my feet planted where they are, forcing her to press her body against mine. A flash of annoyance crosses her face and I slide my hand into her hair and tug her backward. She gasps in surprise and I kiss her. Long and slow. When I pull away she’s breathing hard.

  I step back. “Go on.”

  She squints and twists her mouth as if she’s considering telling me off. But her visitor rattles the doorknob this time.

  I follow her to the living room and move in front of her to open the door. “What are you doing?” she asks.

  “There’s an impatient asshole at your front door. You don’t even have a peephole to see who the fuck it is.”

  I twist the knob and a tall, dark-haired woman on the other side recoils in surprise.

  “Where’s Charlotte?” she asks as she rakes her gaze over me.

  “Mercy!” Charlotte bumps me out of the way and flings the door open wider. “I’m so sorry. We were supposed to meet for brunch weren’t we?”

  “Uh, yeah. I waited for like half an hour.” The girl sweeps into the living room and throws her arms around Charlotte. “But I see you’re busy.” She lifts an eyebrow, waiting for Charlotte to introduce us.

  Charlotte steps back waves her hands between us. “Marcel, this is my bestie, Mercy Concord. Mercy, this is my, uh, friend, Marcel.”

  Friend. Not sure how I feel about that. Boyfriend, best-sex-she’s-ever-had, her old man. Would have preferred any of those to friend.

  I hold out my hand and Mercy takes it, slowly allowing her gaze to roam over me again. “Friend. Hmm. Overnight guest type of friend, I take it?”

  “Shut up,” Charlotte mutters.

  Now’s probably a good time to find my shirt and put it on.

  “Excuse me, ladies. Nice to meet you, Mercy.”

  “Oh, you too.”

  I’m not even out of the room before her friend bursts into giggles and Charlotte shushes her.

  Amused, I glance back and find them both watching me. I wink and flash a cocky smile that makes Mercy crack up again.

  My phone’s on the bedroom floor. I pick it up and check my texts, finding about a hundred from Murphy.

  Where are you?

  We left after midnight. Tell you about it later.

  Where the fuck are you?

  Answer your phone, dick.

  Your sister’s worried about you. I’m going to kick your ass.

  Church at one.

  I also find one from Wrath. He’s much more direct.

  Big day. Get your ass to the clubhouse.

  I send a quick text back to Murphy: On my way.

  He responds with: Finally, asshole. />
  I send another text to Wrath, then shove the phone in my pocket. I slip into my shirt and throw my cut on over it.

  Charlotte’s standing in the doorway, twisting her hands in front of her and biting her lip. “I’m so sorry.”

  I give her a reassuring smile. “It’s cool. I need to get to the clubhouse anyway.”

  “Oh.”

  I prowl over and grab her by the hips, pulling her against me. “That bother you?”

  “No. I understand.”

  “I meant what I said before.” I jerk my head toward the living room. “Besides, it looks like you have plans today.”

  She rolls her eyes. “I usually don’t forget plans with my best friend.”

  “You trying to blame me?”

  A hesitant smile flickers over her lips. “Sort of. She’s going to grill me about you all afternoon.”

  Well, that just makes me want to give her something to talk about and something to remember me by. Wrapping my arms around her, I lift her and pin her against the wall. She throws her arms around my neck, laughter spilling from her lips. “What are you doing?”

  “Giving you a good story for your friend.”

  “I already have a lot.”

  “Yeah, but those are X-rated.” I close the distance, pressing my lips against hers. She sighs and wraps her legs around my hips holding on tight. After a few seconds, I release her and she leans against me.

  “I need to see you again,” I say, deciding it’s better to put it all out there. “Soon.”

  “Am I being needy if I say you can come over tonight?”

  “Nope.”

  Shit, I’m pretty sure we have a drop tonight and Rock’s going to insist I’m there. “I might be real late, though. That okay?”

  “Yeah, that’s okay.”

  Mercy’s eyes widen as Marcel strides out of my bedroom, then linger on his Lost Kings MC cut.

  I sense the inquisition forming in her brain from here.

  “Good meeting you, Mercy,” he says.

  Shifting his gaze to me, he crooks his finger. I meet him at the door where he doesn’t waste time pulling me to him for a quick kiss. He tucks my hair behind my ear, then his lips are there, whispering, “Thank you for last night. I’ll see you later.”

  Everything inside me melts and my knees wobble.