Page 13 of Reckless

By the time I was walking into my place, the cum I’d shot out had completely dried in an uncomfortable way that had me with my legs spread wide with each step like a total fucking idiot. Simon cackled all the way into his apartment. I could still hear his laughter as I trod up the stairs chaffing from the friction.

I didn’t have many possessions to decorate the space with. It didn’t make sense to put down roots when you had to leave at a moment’s notice, but what I did make room for in my life, was my beloved tarantula, Stevie. Named after the iconic, Stevie Nicks. Fleetwood Mac might not have been a conventional choice for a guy my age, but I didn’t give a fuck. I loved their music and listened to it obsessively. Sometimes it was the only thing that could calm me down.

And right now, I needed their music something fierce.

It’d been a long fucking time since I’d been so rocked by a woman that I lost all sense. And on a job no less. A mistake like that could cost me.

Fleetwood Mac’s Rhiannon played on the speakers as I showered, remembering every delicious curve of the woman from the club. The way her nipple piercings got so fucking close to my mouth I could nearly taste them.

Fuck. I was hard again and distracted as hell.

I should have been thinking about how to track down the person who stole information, not reliving one of the sexiest moments of my life.

I’d fucked plenty of women, but there was something so alluring about not being able to touch or satiate that need she brought out in me. The way she teased me with her body, giving me that sly smile because she knew exactly what she was doing to me. But the thing that got me the most was knowing she was enjoying herself too. That wet spot on my pants wasn’t all from me. She’d soaked through her panties and my pants as well. And fuck did I find that so fucking hot. Knowing she was enjoying herself as much as I was, had my hand drifting down to tug at my hard cock, picturing the soft way she moaned as she came on me, wishing it had been my cock thrusting inside her. Wondering how she would feel wrapped around me.

That show she’d put on for me was incredible. The way she moved. The way she looked at me. The way she was able to blow past any semblance of a wall I’d built up over the years to protect myself from getting hurt. But no matter how much I wanted her, it had to be a one-time thing.

The problem with that being, I was already planning when I could make it back to the club again. Tomorrow would seem too suspicious and desperate. But this weekend?

I pumped my cock in my hands harder, thinking of those pierced nipples. How I wanted to suck and play with them. How I wanted to shove the tip of my dick into that pouty mouth of hers and come down her throat while I pulled on her long, brown hair. She would look so fucking pretty choking on my dick. I bet she could take me down her throat without gagging. Fuck. The mental image of it alone made my balls seize up. Heat flooded the center of my belly, licking its way down my spine.

But what surprised me the most about tonight was how much I enjoyed the tease of it all. Not being able to touch her or feel her the way I longed to only intensified my desire and made me come that much harder. The thought of her in control like that again had my dick throbbing. It didn’t take long until thick ropes of cum were shooting out the tip, disappearing down the drain with the now tepid water.

Toweling off, I stepped out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following closely behind. My reflection in the mirror was obscured by the fog, so I wiped my hand across it, my flesh squeaking against the glass. To my surprise, I was greeted with dark circles under my eyes and a frown deepening the crease that lived between my eyebrows. I looked fucking exhausted. All that travel and nonstop work was beginning to take a toll on me. What I did wasn’t easy. People were lucky if they made it past thirty in my line of business. And I was now two years past that.

I’d put everything aside for this job. The hope of a family. The normalcy of coming home to a loved one. I hadn’t wanted to risk it. Until now. Until her.

And maybe I was a huge dumbass thinking she might want anything to do with a guy like me. A fucked-up, for hire killer, with enough emotional baggage to sink a ship, and a playlist that sounded like it belonged to someone born in the sixties. A real winner.

Sometimes I wished I could make my overthinking shut the fuck up for two seconds. My brain didn’t know how to, though. It looked at a problem from all angles. Assessing and reassessing until I no longer remembered why I was originally worried about the problem in the first place. But mostly, I excelled at critiquing myself. Finding fault in nearly everything. In a way, it was a special skill I possessed— being able to turn myself inside out with nothing more than a thought. I didn’t see myself as deserving of love. Not after everything I’d done and how I lived.

But maybe Simon had a fucking point for once and I should let myself enjoy my life. He was due to be right eventually.

My phone buzzed with an incoming text. An unknown number flashed with the words: Come in. Tomorrow morning. 10 AM. Don’t be late. Lose this number.

Immediately my stomach plummeted to my ass.

A text like that only could be from one person.

Carmine Underwood.

Looked like I had a date with destiny. And it was a stark reminder why I could never fully be free to have what I wanted— a life for myself. Because it was clear I’d always be at their beck and call. Jumping when they commanded me to jump. My mystery girl would have to remain just that. A mystery.

Chapter Seven

STELLA

Gemini

Don’t spend your time obsessing about the past. Look to the future and embrace the days ahead.

Swiveling on the bar stool chair, I took a stab at my scrambled eggs, loading them up on the fork. There was a buzzing beneath my skin that had followed me around since last night. Callahan had awoken something primal in me that I liked a little too much. I knew better than anyone how a decision like that could turn out, and yet I’d done it anyway like someone had taken over my body. Not someone. Something. My fucking libido decided to make a rare appearance and took the wheel. And now that bitch wouldn’t give it back because even after an entire night of guilt, I still wanted more.

“Did those eggs do something to you personally, or are we feeling extra stabby this morning for no reason?” Helena asked, eyeing my fork warily. She had come into Aunt Dee Dee’s office sometime around 2am, and spent the rest of the shift filling me in about her fuck ass boyfriend giving her a black eye that makeup would hardly cover. I’d decided that if I came across that fucker, he’d meet the business end of my favorite knife. But in the meantime, I would figure out how to extricate Helena from his grasp, safely.

“Maybe these eggs tried to rob me and I’m just giving them what for.”

“Fair. The eggs have gotten pretty pricey.”