Page 24 of These Reckless Hearts

His salty precum coats my tongue as I wrap my mouth around him tighter, bobbing in strokes that match his. His fingers delve deep into the tissue of my bottom until he moves one hand around to play with my nipple. I tremble uncontrollably as spikes of pleasure ricochet through me.

“So good,” he praises, concentrating on my clit. “You’re perfect.” He suctions my tight bud until I’m panting, unable to do anything but flick the tip of my tongue over his slit. When he doesn’t let up, I take him in as far as I can. He stops his onslaught to moan, and I continue my attention at a rapid pace while he bucks into me. “Yes, yes....”

Without warning, he reaches around to grab my hair and gives it a tug. His dick pops out of my mouth, and he keeps pulling until I’m in a sitting position.

“I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” he explains. “And that’s not happening. Not before you.”

He doesn’t let me get a word out. He runs his hand over my body to the apex of my thighs and circles my clit with his fingers. His tongue works in unison, and I try to stay upright as he drives me higher and higher. My body is a shaking mess. My thighs clench, and I worry I might suffocate him, but then I break apart unexpectedly. I call out Stone’s name, and he presses his palm into my skin, holding me in place, milking every last ounce of pleasure.

Still enjoying the aftershocks, I lean forward, sucking him into my eager mouth, wanting to give him the same thing he gave me—a physical reminder that he’s forgiven, that it’s done. Over with. Our past.

Not everything is going to be roses, but we can strive to put each other first. All of us. We can work hard toward making the past our worst memories and our future filled with love.

His hips jerk into me, and I quicken my movements until he explodes down my throat, my name a strangled cry on his lips. He shudders as I lick him from base to tip, reveling in his pleasure. With a satisfied sigh, he lifts me from him, and pulls me back down. Lying side-by-side, our hearts beat a war cry of freedom.

He presses a kiss to my temple, then runs his fingers through my hair. We don’t move from this position until we hear the key in the lock, and even then, it’s hard to drag myself away from Stone Jacobs.

12

Wyatt storms into the room. I sit up, attempting to put my clothes on, and he covers me, slamming me back into Stone. “Wyatt, what the fuck?” Stone growls.

Lucas marches past us, jumps onto a shelf in the corner, and rips the camera off the wall. He throws it on the floor and stomps on it, the plastic splintering into pieces.

“Dude.” Stone’s mouth drops in horror.

“Shh,” Wyatt demands.

Lucas runs into the garage, his face a mask of fury.

I tremble for completely different reasons than the orgasm ripping through me. Wyatt grips my leg, running his thumb up and down the curve of my knee. “Just wait a second.”

“Done!” Lucas shouts.

Wyatt lifts off the couch and turns slowly, taking his hat off briefly to run his hands through his hair before putting it back on. Lucas joins him, tossing a blanket to the two of us, and I pull it over my shoulders—not that I care about being naked in front of them, but with the expressions on their faces, there’s clearly something else going on.

Stone flicks his stare between the two of them. “What is it?”

Lucas frowns, sympathy teeming in his eyes. My gut clenches, and I’m almost afraid to ask what this is about. “Wyatt and I both got emails from Saint Clary’s about fifteen minutes ago. We thought maybe you sent in the withdrawal forms, so we opened them.” He pauses. “It wasn’t that at all. It was a live stream…of you two.”

I glance to where the camera used to be which had a perfect view of the couch we were lying on. The perfect view of us 69ing. I shake my head, denial lapping at my beating chest. “No.”

“I’m sorry, Dakota.” Wyatt yanks his hat off and throws it across the room. “We tried calling.”

Stone untangles himself from me and stands, yanking his sweats on. “How in the fuck did this happen?” He starts for the garage.

“I turned the whole thing off,” Lucas calls after him. “When we couldn’t get ahold of you, we called Cole. He’s on his way.”

Stone spins. “The security company....”

“They either got hacked or—”

“Or my dad bought them out. Motherfuckers!”—his eyes widen—“If they were watching the video, then they know where the safe is.”

“No, no, no….” I stand, yanking the blanket around my body. Stone’s already sprinting toward the safe. The rest of us run behind him. Fingers shaking, he has to put in the code several times before it opens.

It’s bare.

There’s absolutely nothing inside.

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