Reckless (Chestnut Springs, #4)

by Elsie Silver

“Because your wellbeing has quickly become my number one priority.” “Why?” Her ragged breathing echoes in the otherwise quiet gym. “Because I fucking adore you. Haven’t you been paying attention?”

“I love your lips. This smart fucking mouth. I like the venom it spews. I especially like the way it looked wrapped around my cock.”

“You liked that too, didn’t you?” Her body clenches and I squeeze her thigh before trailing the tips of my fingers over the inside seam of her leggings. “I know you did.” “I—” I cover her mouth with my free hand. “Don’t bother arguing with me. It makes me hard, and I’m not above flipping you over and fucking you right here and now.” I grind into her lower back, my dick already straining at the front of my shorts.

“I love your breasts.” I palm one and then the other before tweaking a nipple. “Your nipples get hard so easily. They’re so sensitive.” I tweak again, and her eyes drift closed. “I know that waste of space you married didn’t know how to make you come. But I do. And I bet I can do it by playing with these alone.”

“And this.” I work it in and out of her a couple of times. “You. I love how you look impaled on my cock. Open your eyes. Look in the mirror.”

I add a second finger and plunge into her wet heat, watching her lashes flicker open to meet my gaze. “Look at us. How could I not fucking adore this? I love the face you make when you fall apart for me. Am I still the only man who’s been able to fuck you right, Winter?”

“I bet I could make you come on my fingers just describing how beautiful you are to me right now. How fucking perfect you are.” I rasp my stubble against the shell of her ear and drop my voice. “But that would be a shame when you have such a pretty pussy for me to eat, don’t you think?”

“I mean, I cleaned up my act.” “Why?” I huff out a breath and hold her gaze, wanting her to really hear this. “Because I wanted to be the type of guy who could land you for more than one night.”

“No, Winter. I mean you. That’s why I gave up my old phone. That’s why I have your number on my new one. I intended to call you. You needed time to rebuild, and I needed time to grow into someone who deserves you. I was biding my time, being patient.”

“I’m done being patient, Tink. I’m coming for what I want. Right now.”

And I was certain I imagined how much he enjoyed going down on me. At first, I felt guilty. “It’s okay, you don’t need to,” I said, while grabbing at his hair, trying to pull him back up. He laughed, a deep rumble that I felt against my core. Eyes sparking, he stared up at me from between my legs. “I know I don’t need to, Tink. But I really, really want to.”

I haven’t been with many men. I was too busy with school and then work. And I definitely haven’t been with any men who ate my pussy with a smile. Which is what he did.

I hate myself. Why can’t I just shut up and enjoy good things?

He nods as he leans forward and drags his tongue over the length of my pussy. A deep, satisfied, “Mmm,” crests his lips. “I hope they do, Winter. I hope we have a whole fucking audience to watch how hard I’m going to make you come.”

“The only way I’m not eating this pussy is if you tell me to stop, Winter.”

And just like all those months ago, he grins against my core and then latches on like he needs me more than the air he breathes.

“How could I stop when I’m loving the way you look with my fingers stuffed inside you?”

“Theo.” I tug his hair. “Theo, I’m going to come.” He pulls back for a beat, and I finally meet his dark, wild eyes, full of lust. “Nah. You don’t come, remember?” He looks so smug

“That you only come for me. And that you fucking love it. All that snarling. All that unaffected nail-gazing. All those scowls. They all disappear when you have my face between your legs. I can fuck you happy, can’t I, Winter?”

Relishing in the feel of a man who likes making me come, likes watching me fall apart for him. He doesn’t push me too far. He doesn’t pull away too soon. He is so damn good at this. So damn good to me.

My dad chose someone else. My husband chose someone else.

“What’s happening is Miss Independent met the treat-her-like-a-princess guy, and she’s freaking out.”

“You only think you owe me something because you’ve spent too long dating assholes who are terrible lays. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. Stop overthinking it. Plus, my face is the ride.”

“But it’s a nice face, isn’t it? If you had to ride one?”

Soft lips. Soft hair. Soft sighs. It’s not a long kiss, but it’s a heart-rending one. Natural, as though he couldn’t help himself.

“Next time, you ride my face. You’re going to ask for it. Beg for it. Work for it even. You will tell me exactly what you want, and I will give it to you. But this isn’t happening again until that time. Until you know what you want. Because I want you, Winter. And not just for one night.”

Based on what happened tonight, she’s not accustomed to people simply liking her for the woman she is. That makes me want to burn the world down around us to right the wrongs people have laid at her feet over the years.

“Are you thinking about how good your pink nails will look wrapped around my cock? Because that’s what I keep thinking about when I see them.”

Her eyes drop to the front of my shorts. The stretchy material does nothing to hide the way my cock bulges when she touches me. “Do you think about me when you jerk off?”

first date. Being loved is uncomfortable for her. God, I want to change that, but she’ll be the one to tell me when the time is right.

“Stop being so mean to me. It gets me hard when you’re mouthy. Makes me think of all the fun ways I could put that mouth to work instead. And I don’t need a boner right now.”

“I’m not good at letting my hair down though.” She huffs out a laugh. “Spend more time around Theo, and he’ll show you how.” “That’s what worries me,” I whisper, confessing one of the anxieties I have about Theo Silva. “He just . . . I have a hard time trusting anyone.” I snort and glance up at her. “I’m like a walking, talking daddy issue. And no matter how hard I try not to let my head go back to that place . . . it does.”

It’s when she’s almost at the door with a sleeping Vivi in her arms that she turns back to me on a soft chuckle. “I just remembered that he called me the morning after you two first got together. And do you know what he said to me? I shake my head. It’s all I can manage. “He said, ‘Mom, I met her.’ And I said, ‘Who?’” Loretta’s lips curve up, her eyes taking on a faraway look. “He said, ‘The woman I’m going to marry one day.’” I’m frozen in place. How could he possibly know that? Think that? Why would a one-night stand with me be more impactful that a one-night stand with one of the bajillions of random women I’m sure he’s slept with over the years? “I asked him if she knew about this and he laughed and said, ‘Not yet.’”

“He said, ‘Mom, I met her.’ And I said, ‘Who?’” Loretta’s lips curve up, her eyes taking on a faraway look. “He said, ‘The woman I’m going to marry one day.’”

Theo: That fucking dress should be illegal. Winter: Is that why you’re glaring at me from across the room? It’s a wedding. Act happy. Theo: I’m undressing you with my eyes. Winter: Cheesy. Theo: Fine. I’m trying to decide if I should rip those thin straps or even bother taking the dress off at all. Winter: Who told you that you’d be taking my dress off? Theo: You haven’t yet, but you will.

Theo: Rude is me telling you that if you wanted a pearl necklace, I could have given you one.

I ghost a finger over her lip and it sends a jolt of lust to my groin. “If you want to be bitten, I can help you with that.”

“Maybe I don’t care. Maybe I want to be messy with you forever.”

I know she hates to cry. Hates having big feelings and big conversations. Hates to feel weak or out of control. But . . . “That’s too bad, because today, I don’t give a fuck what you want,”

“Good. Now get on your fucking knees and suck my cock like it’ll end in a mouth full of that champagne you keep talking about.”

“Because eating your pussy is one of my favorite things to do.”

“Begging for it like the good little slut you are.” My hand lands flat and firm against her ass cheek. The breath hissing from between her lips rings out in the quiet bathroom. “Just like I said you would.”

“You gonna look me in the eye and tell me you can’t come again?” “No, Theo.” Her tongue darts out between her lips to wet them. “We both know I only come for you.”

It’s like we were entirely different people just now. Animalistic and passionate and so fucking hungry. As we both come back down, the mood lightens. “Wow.” “Wow, what?” I reply, propping a hand against the wall to get my own bearings. “I don’t think I can walk anymore. Pretty sure my entire post-secondary education just evaporated right out of my head.”

“I can’t believe I just fucked a bull rider at my sister’s wedding.”

“Rude. You fucked your baby daddy at your sister’s wedding, and you know you’d do it again.”

along the slender slope of her body. “And now he’s giving me a sponge bath.” “Yeah. But this is the slut version. No sponges or fancy soap in a bathtub. Just paper towels and lukewarm tap water in a public washroom.”

Drunk on the sound of laughter flowing from a woman who has spent far too long feeling sad.

“No, the quality of yours ruined me. Nobody else swallows my cum like it’s Dom Perignon.”

“You were what I’ve always needed and never had.”