Page 139 of Reckless Hearts

Maverick’s chest heaves, one hand braced on her lower back, the other resting heavily on his thigh, breath dragging in and out.

Then he leans and presses a kiss to the base of her spine. Then another.

Soft, reverent kisses press into the back of my hand where it’s still curled around her waist.

Our bodies are still tangled, sticky with sweat and cum, skin flushed and trembling, but no one moves to fix it.

No rush to clean up.

Just soft breaths and the sound of rain still pattering outside the shelter.

Callie’s cheek rests against my chest, her hair damp where it sticks to my skin.

I run a hand through it slowly, untangling the strands.

Her breathing is steady now. Calmer.

But she hasn’t let go of me.

Maverick lowers himself to the blanket beside us, his arm curling around her waist from behind. His other hand finds mine.

No words, just a squeeze.

That old ache in my chest swells again, but this time it’s something good. Something solid.

I glance down, and Callie’s looking up at me, her eyes sleepy, sated, and soft.

“You okay?” I murmur, brushing her hair from her cheek.

She nods, but her voice is barely a whisper. “Better than okay.”

Maverick shifts closer, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “You were perfect,” he says, and his voice catches just slightly, making something hot bloom behind my ribs.

Callie smiles, eyes slipping closed again. “You two really know how to wreck a girl.”

“Pretty sure it’s the other way around,” I say, her laugh vibrates through my chest.

We stay like that for a while.

No more teasing. No more games.

Just tangled limbs, quiet touches, and the steady thrum of three hearts beating in the same rhythm.

Chapter 45

Callie

The rain’s still falling,soft and steady against the tin roof.

I’m boneless, melted between them like my body doesn’t belong to me anymore.

Colt’s chest rises beneath my cheek, slow and sure, his hand stroking absently through my hair. Maverick’s arm is around my waist, warm and solid, his breath at the nape of my neck.

For a minute, no one moves.

The air smells like skin and sweat and rain. The rise and fall, like we’re synced now. Like something clicked into place and decided to stay.

Then Colt shifts. “You okay?”

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