Page 80 of Call it Reckless

It was magical. It was sexy as fuck. It was unlike anything I’d experienced before.

And now, apparently, she wanted to tease. Well, two could play at that.

I gripped my dick in my hand, slowly stroking myself while thrusting my hips upward, making sure to tease her slick opening. Her movements became slower, allowing me to position myself right at her entrance, but I withheld from entering her.

“Put me inside you,” I encouraged again, aching with the need to be inside her. We’d already had the “safety talk” and had both agreed not to use condoms.

This time, she let her weight lower.

“Fuck,” I gasped, watching as I slowly disappeared inside her. “You feel so good.”

Her silky inner muscles clenched as she moaned. “Oh, god. You do, too.”

I clasped her ass, supporting her as she moved up and down with her eyes closed and her mouth half-open. Her breasts bounced with each movement that grew faster and less controlled. She was absolutely beautiful.

“Reid,” she panted. “I’m so close.”

Her thighs trembled against my own as we both moved faster. She was hot and tight as I pistoned my hips, feeling her begin to pulse around me. Her hands clenched my shoulders as I bucked beneath her, taking over for both of us. Her mouth parted. Her eyes shuttered to half-open. Skin slapped against skin until she threw her head back as she quivered around me. I finally let go of my own release with a roar and poured myself into her.

She fell into my arms, her head coming to rest against mine. “Each time, it’s just…wow.”

My chuckle vibrated against her. “That’s a good word for it.”

Being with Bristol was becoming like a drug. I wanted her all the time, not just for sex—although I didn’t think my dick could ever get enough of her—but because she was simply incredible.

There were so many levels to this woman, and I wanted to explore all of them.

I rolled to my side, brushing her damp hair away from her face. “Why didn’t you tell me about Faith? Or tell anyone for that matter? You saved her life.”

“And her dad saved mine.” She said it like it was so simple.

It wasn’t until dinner that the truth of what happened came out. I could tell Bristol didn’t want to talk about it, but Jen ended up telling me the entire story of how she and Bristol had met.

Jen and her youngest daughter, Faith, had been having an ice cream treat at a table outside of a little café in Charlotte. A car ran through a red light, heading straight for the café. In seconds, she sized up the situation, yelled at Jen, who had gotten up to throw out their trash, and lunged for Faith, practically throwing the toddler to her mother just in time. Unfortunately, Bristol hadn’t been able to get out of the way herself and was pinned between the car and the storefront. The table where Jen and Faith had been sitting was crushed.

The driver had passed out at the wheel from a medical condition. Bristol had two broken legs, but Faith was fine. Ty, an ER doctor, had still been inside the store but responded immediately to help Bristol. From there, the family had formed an understandable bond.

My thumb moved in small circles on her hip. I needed to touch her, to have the physical connection while thinking about how easily she could have died. “How did you manage to keep that from the papers?” In a world of phone cameras, I couldn’t believe that no one ever caught images of the accident itself happening, just the aftermath.

“We got lucky there. It was just an ordinary day…until it wasn’t. And Ty and Jen didn’t want their daughter drawn into the media frenzy. They have their own reasons for wanting to stay out of the limelight. They’ve had their share of it, too.”

The cop in me tensed. The Cranstons seemed like a warm, loving family. What could they be hiding?

Bristol propped her head in her hand, and her dark hair draped over her shoulder as she tangled her feet with mine. “Jen had a rough relationship with someone before she met Tyler. The guy tried to rape and kill her.”

I froze, anger quickly rising to the surface as I thought of something like that happening to Jen—or anyone. “Please tell me he’s in jail.”

“He’s in the ground, courtesy of Jen. The devil can deal with him.”

“Good.” Although I couldn’t imagine what Jen had gone through, I was happy she’d found a man like Tyler to help her through it.

She smiled, her hand reaching out to caress my arm. “I love that you’re so protective of people.”

I chuckled. “You didn’t think that when you first met me.”

“You’ve grown on me since then.”

I’d never had such a physical connection with anyone, not even Abby. It both scared and thrilled me.

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