Page 132 of Reckless Hearts

Then Callie turns, hair wild, lips kiss-swollen, eyes dark and glassy with want.

Her gaze drops to my lap, then lifts again, deliberately. “Take these off.”

It takes a second to process, my brain short-circuiting from everything that’s just happened. I glance down at my jeans. My cock strains painfully behind the zipper, and suddenly, I can’t get them off fast enough.

I grunt, shifting to work the button open one-handed, but it’s clumsy with the brace, the angle, and the lingering ache in my leg.

Callie bites her lip like she’s trying not to laugh. “Need help?”

“I’ve got it,” I mutter, even though I absolutely don’t.

I get the jeans and boxers halfway down my thighs.

Maverick leans forward from where he’s sitting behind her, expression unreadable, voice dry. “Don’t be stubborn, princess.”

“Fuck off,” I say, but I’m smiling, and they both know it.

He reaches over and tugs my boxers and pants the rest of the way off, slow and unapologetic.

And now I’m bare, cock flushed and hard, aching in the cool air between us.

The second I’m free, Callie shifts forward on her knees, hair spilling across her shoulders. One hand curls around the base of me, warm and sure.

She peers through her lashes. “Can I?”

My voice breaks on the inhale. “Please.”

She lowers her mouth, and I swear to God, the second her lips wrap around me, I stop breathing.

The heat. The suction. The way she moans like I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted.

My head knocks back, and I clutch the blanket beneath me, every muscle in my legs locking tight.

She takes her time licking the tip, swirling her tongue, teasing on purpose.

Maverick watches from behind her. Silent. Still. Hungry.

Callie’s mouth is heaven, hot, soft, eager, but when Maverick moves behind her, everything changes.

She pulls back, lips glistening, and turns toward him like she already knows.

He leans in, first kissing her slow, filthy, tasting me between their mouths.

Then his gaze lifts, locking on mine. His hand wraps around my cock, sure, steady, like he’s done it a hundred times in his head.

His thumb swipes over the tip, slick with spit and precum, and then he lowers.

The first touch of his lips fries my nerves.

My back arches like I’ve been struck by lightning. A raw, choked sound punches out of me, part gasp, part moan.

“Fuck,” I hiss, but it doesn’t sound like me.

He takes me slow, mouth so warm, unreal, tongue curling with a mix of reverence and hunger that makes my head spin.

Maverick.

Maverickis sucking my cock.

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