Reckless Love

by Alexis Anne

  “Financial ones?”

  He grimaced, shook his head, sighed. All signs of resignation. “Yes, there are financial advantages to my position. And yes, I do like being wealthy but I have news for you Rosie, I’m fucking good at my job. I don’t need him or nepotism to be where I am now.”

  “I know that,” I whispered because I felt bad. I had a big old blind spot when it came to Edmund and unfortunately in this particular instance that meant being incapable of seeing how brilliant my big brother was. Of course he was. He was smart enough to bust out of our house of joy early. And on top of that, he sped through college, only slowing down to normal human speed when he was in grad school. I heard Wharton did that more often than not. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry. I’m just as bad. That’s part of why I wanted to surprise you. I wanted to see you in action. Your lab is freaking cool by the way.”

  “Thanks. Did you look around?”

  “A little. When I said I was your brother they didn’t come at me with the pitchforks they were holding.”

  “The lab is secure.” The data we stored was sensitive and our equipment was expensive. It wasn’t Fort Knox or anything, but you had to badge in once you passed the main offices. And Jolene and Kenneth—my usual graduate assistants at the lab—didn’t like strangers.

  “I know that I don’t know you, Rosie.” He took my hand again and it struck me as incredibly odd. Had we ever held hands—even as kids? Affection wasn’t a thing in our house. “And I understand that you don’t know me. I work for Edmund because it’s our family company and because it puts me in a position to understand exactly what our family assets are or are not.”

  I didn’t fully understand what that meant. “Our assets?”

  “You and I are his only heirs. What happens to the company when he dies? The teams he owns? We both know he’s done things . . . how much of that will blowback on us?”

  “Things?” I played dumb.

  He dropped his voice and leaned closer. “The offshore accounts, the mysterious deals, the houses owned by shell corporations. If there’s a backdoor way of doing things he’s done it.” His eyes narrowed on me. “And then there’s Nashville.”

  I snatched my hand away. “And what about now? Why is he here?”

  William leaned back. “You know how obsessed he is. Football is everything. He wouldn’t have cared if they offered him a franchise in the Arctic Circle. A franchise is a franchise. It just so happened to be here.”

  Something about the waver in his voice made me doubt that was entirely true. I didn’t have a chance to find out why because I was interrupted by a stream of colleagues who wanted to meet the man across from me.

  “And who is this delicious example of masculinity?” Mary, from Jeffry’s department purred as she forced her way into the booth beside me.

  “Ew,” I gagged. I liked to think of William finding love in the abstract. This was way too close. “Mary this is my brother William. William this is Mary. She’s a geneticist in one of the other labs here at the research park.”

  “I like your style.” William smiled warmly.

  Mary was dressed as she usually was—as if she’d stepped right out of a Japanese movie or video game. “And I like your size. Rawr.”

  I gagged again. “Okay Mary. You’re officially leaving now. Say goodbye.”

  She winked at William and then sauntered off.

  “I think I need to come have lunch with you more often,” he chuckled, the bastard.

  “And I think I’m banning you from campus.” Then I glanced around. “I’ve really enjoyed seeing you today but . . . ”

  “But?”

  How did I explain to my brother that I wanted to get to know him anywhere but here? “No one knows who I am.”

  The smile disappeared from his face. “You didn’t change your last name.”

  “No . . . but Brown isn’t exactly unusual. I don’t want this,” I flicked my hand at the room, “to be tainted.”

  He nodded, looked away. “I understand. Won’t keep me away though.” He glanced back at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes that I wasn’t so sure I liked at all. “Next time I’ll change. Maybe I’ll even wear a ball cap and glasses. You know, real incognito like.”

  “William . . . ”

  “Esme . . .”

  Whoa. I blinked. And blinked again.

  William, clearly pleased that he’d shocked me, grinned. “I want to know you. I want to know Esme. So unless you tell me you don’t want me here I’m going to come in my street clothes and hat and take you to lunch on the lawn and meet all your well dressed friends.” He waggled his brows.

  And I really couldn’t say no to any of that. “Fine. But only in disguise. And maybe not in the cafeteria again.” I glanced at the packed space and the curious looks we were getting.

  “Deal.” We even shook on it.

  I IMAGINE TAKING my first breath felt a lot like the moment I learned to cook. It was necessary, exhilarating, and filled me with life. As you can imagine, there weren’t any warm and fuzzy memories of cooking in the kitchen from my childhood. Food simply appeared on the table. I was aware that we had a kitchen and that people did something that created the meals we enjoyed, but beyond that cooking was a mystery to me.

  Until college. My second year roommate loved food and dragged me with her to a cooking class they were doing on campus.

  I. Was. Fascinated.

  If memory serves, I stood staring at Alina more than I did anything else that night. She created flavors out of ingredients. Miraculous! Different combinations created completely different results. Heat and temperature mattered. Sometimes she measured precisely, while other times she squinted, bit her lip, and winged it. I learned quickly that cooking was a combination of science and magic.

  I was hooked.

  The science part I caught onto quickly. The chemistry and mathematics in particular made a great deal of sense, but I was jealous of Alina’s ability to seemingly just know what would take a dish from good to great. After several months of burning, undercooking, breaking two dishes, and mistaking salt for sugar, intuition struck. Instinct. I made my first gut call adjustment to a recipe and bam. I’d created my first truly delicious meal.

  It was pancakes, but still. They weren’t ordinary pancakes. They were my pancakes. I learned this magical cooking intuition wasn’t just raw talent. It was experience. That niggling need to add or subtract something came from thousands of data points all working silently in the back of my mind, computing results and telling my consciousness which action would most likely lead to the desired result. Like Dr. Strange checking all the possible outcomes and coming back to the present timeline with a plan on how to beat Thanos.

  The other cool lesson I learned from cooking was to trust my senses. Ingredients were never the same. That’s why it was important to observe the combining and mixing, heating and cooling of food as it’s prepared, to taste and adjust based on these ingredients on this day.

  And hooboy did I need to take that lesson into the rest of my life and live in the moment. It was one of the reasons I’d rushed out of work a little earlier than normal and hit my favorite market on the way home. I felt an overwhelming urge to create a delectable feast and to spend a quiet evening with Leo.

  “Dear God what is that heavenly smell?” The front door opened and closed.

  I heard the clank of Leo’s keys hitting the bowl and then he was in the doorway, grinning in his grey suit with the white shirt and red tie. His hair was still perfectly styled and there was only the beginning hints of a five o’clock shadow on his handsome jaw.

  In short, he looked every bit as delicious as the food.

  “It’s a lemon herb roast chicken.”

  “Nope,” he shook his head, his eyes heating. “That’s not it.”

  “Then maybe it’s the escargot I made as an appetizer?” The garlic was killing me. My mouth hadn’t stopped watering.

  He cocked his head to the s
ide. “Okay, it’s definitely that too, but not what I meant.” He moved across the kitchen and around the counter to stand beside me, his hands landing on my hips as he nuzzled my neck. “There it is.” He pressed a kiss to my skin. “It’s you.”

  I closed my eyes and savored that because whoa. On the romance scale of one to ten, that was a thermometer-busting one hundred.

  “What’s that?” He nodded toward the breakfast table covered in folders and notebooks.

  “That is a project that arrived today. I’ve been waiting for these files all week. One of my favorite Scottish sites has uncovered human remains and they believe it’s just the first of many.”

  Leo moved around me, locating the white wine I was already drinking and pouring himself a glass before refreshing mine. “You sound . . . delighted.”

  I was delighted. Over the moon. Giddy even. Projects like this were the whole reason I started my research. “Did you know I designed my lab solely so I could catch all the best projects?”

  “Catch?” He moved back around the counter to the a stool and sat down.

  “Normally when an unexpected find comes up during a dig it’s a scramble to figure out what to do. Funding being the major factor here. In the case of human remains there’s proper storage, DNA analysis, preservation, things like that. It’s expensive and sometimes delays work for years. I hate delays and I love being involved in all my favorite research—it’s much better than watching from the sidelines, hoping for little nibbles of information to come out over the email loops or at conference presentations. So part of my goal in creating my lab was to make sure it had an entire funding arm for interceding. An archaeology team comes up with something unexpected, they call me. I consult and my lab catches the work, leaving the original team with the ability to keep working and come up with additional funds down the road. It’s a win for everyone but especially me.”

  “You’re deviously smart. Will you be going out there?”

  I nodded as I removed the escargot from the oven, setting it aside to cool a bit before we indulged. “Most likely. I’m going over the research now and we’re coming up with a plan. It will probably be a few weeks before they’re able to proceed. The weather is a major factor in their dig seasons up there.”

  “And where is this exactly?” He tried to snatch one of the escargot and I batted his hand away.

  “Northern Scotland. I might go as a tourist if they don’t need me. This is one of my favorite sites and I’ve been dying to get out there for years.” When I got the email from the site director asking for my help I literally jumped out of my seat and danced.

  I removed the chicken and scalloped potatoes from the oven as well, turning everything off. We devoured the food right there on the counter instead of at the beautifully set table in the dining room.

  And, just as I’d hoped, eating led to dirty talk, and dirty talk led to foreplay. And then it led to something I wasn’t sure how to discuss.

  I straddled him on the sofa, still completely clothed but thoroughly enjoying the heavy petting and making out.

  “Do you think you’ll ever want to go to ‘parties’ again?” I loved Leo and I knew he loved me. He was the only man I wanted and I would be completely happy never having sex with anyone but him for the rest of my life. But ever since Marie questioned me at the cocktail party, made sure I understood the lifestyle he led, I’d been wondering if this was really and truly it for us. He was it and bam we were both monogamous?

  He made a fist in my hair and pulled back. “Honestly? I’m still so overwhelmed by you I can’t think about much else.”

  “So maybe?” I didn’t know if I wanted him to say yes or no.

  He cocked his head to the side as he examined me closer. It always felt like I was naked when he did that, like he could see every thought in my head. “I love sex. We have fucking amazing sex. I love you. I never thought I’d fall in love. Now that I am? I don’t know what else I could possibly ever want. I went to those parties because it was fun. I went on dates because I wanted to be the good in someone’s life. I’ve always been as fluid as water when it comes to relationships. One night, one party, two nights, two lovers,” he shrugged, “I just went with the flow as long as everyone was happy. Now my flow is you. I’ll go wherever you want, do whatever it is you need.”

  The thing that always astonished me about Leo was how completely confident he was in himself. Everything he just said was the honest truth. He indulged and pleasured and enjoyed until there was a reason to have a reason. “So if I said I wanted to go to a party with you . . . or a club . . . you’d go because it was what I wanted?”

  He flashed me a wolfish grin. “Darling, as long as I’m the one fucking this pussy I don’t care if we do it naked in Yankee Stadium with a full crowd. If you want ten sets of hands on you while I fuck you, that’s fine too.”

  “And you’re not . . . upset by that?” I mostly asked out of curiosity. Would he really be chill about ten sets of hand on me? Would I be okay with hands on him?

  I clenched my legs together.

  Leo’s eyes narrowed. “You’re turned on, Esme.” He ground up against my sex with his quickly hardening erection. “You should see how you’re blushing. Do you like imagining me fucking you while other people touch you?”

  I nodded, then whispered, “I do, but I was blushing because I was thinking about how sexy it would be to look up at you buried inside me while there were people touching you.” Touching all the places I couldn’t reach when my body was his, seeing the loss of control pass over his face, the wild pleasure that would seize him.

  I grew wet and ground against him. He groaned, gripping my hips and pulling me hard against him. “If the opportunity comes up we might have to give it a go—just to see if fantasy matches reality.”

  I stripped off my shirt, baring my breasts and begging him to suck on me. “Yes. For science.”

  “For science,” he agreed.

  I combed my fingers though his hair, getting lost as he worked his hands and mouth over my body. Our clothes stripped away and then we were naked.

  “Indulge me?” he swallowed hard. “I just . . . need to know.”

  “Know what?” I wanted his cock inside me so I stroked his length, angling him toward me, but he stopped me.

  “Describe it. Tell me what it was like to be with them.”

  Them. We’d discussed my long-term relationship with Luke and Daniel. Leo was fascinated by the mechanics of the three of us living together as much as he was curious about the ins and outs of how it worked in the bedroom. And I had to agree that it was very different from being in a purely sexual tryst that began and ended in a single night. I’d always stopped before we got into the details.

  But what I realized now, in the heat of things, after we’d gotten ourselves all hot and bothered talking about sex parties, was that Leo didn’t need or want intimate details. He wanted dirty talk.

  And that . . . that I could do.

  “You mean, how they’d usually take turns fucking my pussy and my mouth?” I whispered in his ear, pulling his cock closer to my entrance again. I wanted him so desperately. I was wet and swollen and throbbing for relief.

  “Yes,” he groaned, throwing his head back on the edge of the sofa.

  “Or how sometimes one would watch while I rode the other?” I finally began to sink down onto his hardness, gasping at the way he always filled me just a little too full. I dug my fingernails into his shoulder when the stretch became too much.

  “Up you go,” he said, using his hands under my bottom to slide me back to the tip of his erection before easing me back down his length. He stretched me more, sank deeper, then did it again. “Keep talking, Darling. I want to hear what you liked.”

  “It took months to get me ready to have them at the same time. So many months.”

  He fingered my ass. “You’re so tight back here. Do you remember begging me to take you here our first night? How I refused?”

  I shuddered at th
e memory. I’d barely been able to take him at all. It had been so very long since I’d had sex with anyone. Yes, it was ridiculous and rash to have asked for something I clearly couldn’t handle, but I was spinning out and Leo was so damn good in bed. I’d gotten carried away. Thankfully he was not.

  “I remember.”

  He lifted me off his cock and thrust his fingers inside me, pumping hard and fast, taking my breath away. “Did you want it because it would feel good,” he massaged my nerve bundle until my inner muscles clamped down around him, “or because it would feel good to take more than you were ready for?”

  He eased his fingers out and guided me back over him. As I sank down he used his wet fingers to massage my ass.

  “I wanted everything. All in one night. I was so convinced it would be my only night for a long, long time. So I wanted to indulge. I wanted to be taken hard, fast, tied up. I wanted to suck on you, have you suck on me, spank me, grab my hair, and yes, take me everywhere.”

  He pressed inside, electricity shooting out over my skin and taking my breath away. My core pulsed several times and I had to stop riding him.

  “And after months of preparation? Tell me what happened?” He held my body close to his, our skin melding together, our hearts slamming against our chests.

  “Then I had them both at once. One in front, one behind. Two dicks. Totally encompassed between two warm bodies.” I gasped as Leo mimicked the memory with his cock and fingers. I came fast, every muscle in my body locking and twitching against my will. I held onto Leo out of desperation, then as the waves subsided, out of need to be closer.

  “And did you come this fast?” Somehow he managed to keep his strokes slow and smooth.

  “I did. I came so many times that night.”

  “It’s a lot.” He nibbled on my ear. “To be so filled. You really have no choice when you’re being stimulated so constantly.” He moved faster again. Slamming into me from below, his fingers plunging steadily at first, then erratically as I came a second time, squeezing and pulsing for so long it almost hurt.