Page 57 of Reckless Hearts

Reminding me that feet out the window is a bad position if we get into an accident.

I’ve seen enough ER nurses make posts warning about this to have me pulling my legs in, placing my feet firmly on the floor.

“What the actual fuck?” Maverick growls, and there’s enough menace in it to have me shuddering.

As if sensing my response, his hand drops to my thigh, his calloused thumb arching across my bare skin in calming strokes.

I’m tingling for a whole new reason, his touch sending heat licking up my inner thigh.

I choke back a moan when my clit pulses in response.

“Sorry, man, I didn’t see the sign,” Colt says sheepishly, leaning over the console. “We’re almost there.”

“Better be,” Maverick grunts out, that boyish look nowhere to be found.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s left his rough palm on my thigh, I would think he’s firmly back in stern old man mode.

My nipples harden, and it has nothing to do with the cold air pumping out of the vents, and my breath grows shallow.

If he notices, he doesn’t show it.

Instead, his focus is straight ahead.

He almost looks cold while he’s setting me on fire, and I want to punch that look off his face.

It’s not fair that I’m going through this while he’s calmly unaffected.

“Turn left up ahead.”

Maverick’s forced to release me to turn the wheel.

Good, because any longer and my panties will be soaked.

His hand doesn’t return, and I refuse to admit that I’m just a teeny bit disappointed.

Throat thick, I swallow hard and force my attention to the scenery passing us by.

A canopy of trees lines the road, leaving splashes of sunlight peeking through between the leaves.

The truck slows as we roll up to a dead end.

Getting out, it feels like the world ends right here, in this quiet, nowhere spot.

Colt’s already ahead of us, arms filled to the brim as he walks right through the trees.

“Come on, you two,” he calls back over his shoulder, not slowing his stride.

Maverick falters, brows rising, before going after him.

The space opens into a wide-open field that looks like it goes on for days.

My breath catches as I take it all in.

Wildflowers of every color grow so crowded they overlap each other as they fill the air with their sweet scent.

They stop where the ground grows sandy, only a light covering of grass as it leads down toward a lake.

The water’s a deep blue, sparkling where the light catches the surface, and a long wooden deck reaches out into the center.

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