Page 15 of These Reckless Hearts

He growls as he gets to his feet. “You’re not supposed to want to touch yourself.”

“Come fuck me then.”

The next thing I hear are footsteps outside my room. He opens the door, slipping inside and closing it behind him. Having discarded his shirt somewhere between my room and his, I watch his bare, muscular chest rise and fall as he studies me. After a moment, he works on his zipper, yanking his pants and boxers down to his ass before reaching inside and stroking his cock. “Damn that dress.”

I desperately want him, clinging to the idea that I may have lost him in a single moment. I dig my heels into the bed, furiously playing with my clit while I wait for him to make his move.

“Pull your panties down.”

I stop what I’m doing to hook my thumbs around my panties and slip them past my knees, spreading my legs wide to give him a view. He hurries to undress the rest of the way, and I refrain from moving my hand back to where it was, hoping he’ll relieve me soon enough.

He walks toward the bed in sure strides, making the mattress dip with his weight as he moves over me. He pauses over my clit, flicking his tongue out to tease me. The noise I make is one of relief and ecstasy rolled into one. “Did Stone do this to you?” He flutters kisses over the top of my thighs. “Did he turn you on?”

I force my pussy higher, hoping he’ll give me that sweet, sweet touch. Instead, he forces me back down to the bed. “Did he?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I acknowledge, relegated to watching his slow, meticulous movements as he refrains from touching me right where I want him.

“You love him, Wild Girl?”

My fingers twist in the covers. “Yes. So much.”

Lucas turns his head and nibbles the inside of my thigh. “He deserves your love. But I’m a selfish bastard, so I’m going to take it right now.” He moves up, and in one thrust, enters me with a groan.

I wrap my legs around him. “You’re not taking anything I’m not giving,” I tell him, loving the relief of his sharp thrusts.

He stutters, dropping down to stare into my eyes, and slowing his movements. He pales, eyes lighting over my face as if trying to memorize me in this moment. “I didn’t say this before because I was scared I’d screw it up, but I fucking love you, Dakota.” He punctuates his words with a hard thrust, but he’s not going to distract me.

I reach up to touch his cheek, making him look me in the eyes. “I fucking love you, too, Lucas. Now, fuck me until I’m coming around your dick.” I trace his lips with my thumb, and he bites down hard enough to leave a mark. He captures my hands, leading them over my head where he does exactly as I asked. His thrusts turn me inside out. I’m just one nerve ending firing until the lava-like heat spreads when he finally brings me to the edge. I dive headfirst over the cliff, delighting in the waves that crash over me as Lucas follows quickly after, pumping his seed into me with a determination that fissures my heart.

We’re well past the initial, burning embers stage of our relationship. I’ve delved deep into love and obsession to the point where I would do anything for all of them. None of us have had the family we deserve, but we’re finding it in one another—sometimes slowly, sometimes with the speed of a comet hurtling toward Earth. But timing doesn’t matter. It’s this, this right here. It’s the look in Lucas’ eyes that tells me even though he’s scared shitless to put his love and trust into another human being, he’s done it for me, and he’ll continue to do it for me.

I just need to be a gentle caretaker of his heart—of all of theirs. I can do it, I know I can. And I trust them to do the same.

8

Raised voices wake me. I sit up in bed, heart beating fast as if my subconscious is already aware of what’s going on and I’m only now getting yanked into it. I recognize Wyatt practically growling, and I wonder what the hell happened that they’re yelling at each other again?

I untangle myself from the sheets and find my dress on the floor, hurriedly pulling it on, then march toward the voices as they reverberate around the living area.

“I’m refraining for her. Remember that. I’d just as soon kill your ass.”

I gasp. That wasn’t one of my guys. That was Cole.

I pick up the pace, running now.

“Bring it on, thug,” Wyatt spits.

I speed around the corner, jogging toward them. They’re all crowding Cole, but Wyatt is the only one in his face.

Stone glances my way, eyes widening when he sees me. He sidesteps the altercation and moves in my direction, gaze dropping to the hem of my dress that’s ridden up from running. “Dakota, put some clothes on.”

I stop in my tracks, turning a hard glare on Stone. “The fuck did you just say?”

He holds his hands up, lips pulling into a frown. “I’m sorry, okay. It’s just—”

“Your alphas think I want to fuck you,” Cole growls, peering down his nose at Wyatt. Each of them vibrating in anger, fists clenched, muscles taut. Cole shifts his stare to me and immediately relaxes. The veins poking out of his fire tattoo retreat, and he steps back from Wyatt and makes a move toward me.

Lucas shoots out his hand, banding around Cole’s midsection. Cole lets out a growl that hardens my spine to cement. “Tell him to fuck off before I make him,” the gangster warns.

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