Reckless (Unlucky 13, #12)

by Becca Steele

There’s a saying… what happens on the island, stays on the island. Before we go back to reality, we’re going to be reckless one last time.

He looked around him with a sneer on his full lips and his nose in the air. His light blue eyes scanned over me as he ran his hand through his sleek black hair, and for some reason, I lost my concentration and tripped over the cone I was about to run around.

enemies. It was an indisputable fact. The sun rose in the east. The moon orbited the earth. Jordan Emery and Theodore Lewin hated each other.

haired, grey-eyed, golden-skinned bane of my existence ever since we were thirteen years old was going to be my teammate?

This close, I could see the brown and gold flecks in his light eyes. It might have been the lighting in the room, but his grey eyes looked green today. Of course he couldn’t be normal. No, he had to have ridiculous colour-changing eyes.

The smirk was finally wiped from his face as his eyes darkened with anger, now a stormy bluish grey.

“What the fuck are your eyes doing?”

That fucking bastard. Jordan had the press and, even worse, the team wrapped around his finger. Everyone loved him.

I knew that I shouldn’t be taking so many pills. I knew that I was relying on them too much. I knew that I had a problem. But the truth was I didn’t know how to stop.

“No. I do not, nor will I ever, want to be anything to you. You’re nothing to me, I’m nothing to you, so let’s keep it that way, okay?”

The bastard smelled delicious. Cedar, tropical rainforests, and some other notes I couldn’t decipher but combined to make an addictive, exotic scent.

“Did I ever tell you how much I hate you?” I stepped closer, caging him in against the wall.

I forgot how to breathe. Leaning in, he placed his mouth to my ear. “Did I ever tell you how much I hate you back?”

“Because it feels good, and it’ll help me sleep.” My whisper was just as quiet as his. “Will it help me sleep?” He exhaled sharply. “Forget I said that.” I remembered the dark circles under his eyes. “Uh…it might. Worth a try, at least.”

I had to beat him to the finish line. I couldn’t allow him to win this.

“Just submit, Jordan! Fucking hell, you stubborn twat!”

“No! I’ll never submit to you!” “Yeah?” I dipped my head, my voice low and dangerous. “You think so? We’ll see, you insufferable fucking brat.”

“Fucking. Make. Me.”

“You fucking idiot! You could’ve got yourself killed!” “That would make your life easier, wouldn’t it?” His eyes flashed with fire. “You’d probably throw a party.” “I don’t want you to fucking die!”

“For once in your life, do what you’re told, and shut the fuck up.” “Okay,” he breathed. I kissed the word from his mouth.

That fucking fit body, chiselled to perfection, and—and his big dick. Fuck. Was it bigger than mine? That couldn’t be possible; he’d lord it over me forever.

“How can I loathe you so much, and yet you have this effect on me? Why do you insist on fucking with me like this, Jordan?”

People couldn’t help but notice him. Lately, I’d noticed him. And he was undeniably beautiful. So beautiful, in a way that made my heart race, as much as I wished it didn’t.

“Hmm. You know, there’s a saying among some of the staff here. What happens on the island stays on the island.”

“Why am I the only one naked?” His eyes flashed with fire. “If you want me to be naked, get me naked.”

“Sorry. Yeah. Fuck. I can’t think straight. Literally.” “I know. Me neither.”

That fucking mouth and that fucking tongue that had been used to lash me with hurtful words was now licking and sucking me with such care. And it felt good. So. Good.

But—” I paused, shifting closer to him, my head on the edge of my pillow. “—there’s one difference. I’m fairly certain that I’m not completely straight.”

“Because somehow, I’ve found myself attracted to a man.”

“You might know him. He plays football for Glevum FC. Number 22. He stole my position on the right wing. What else? Hmm…he loves to show off his body whenever and wherever he can. He’s cocky and arrogant and extremely argumentative.”

“I think…I think he might not be completely straight, either.” “It’s okay,”

“It’s okay, baby. It’s just you and me here. No one else will ever know. When we go home, everything will go back to normal. We’re teammates, and when we’re around our team again, all of this will go away.” His head lifted, his eyes wide as he stared at me. “You called me ‘baby.’”

I think I liked it.” I raised a brow. “Did you?”

“Mmm. Are you going to come for me, baby?”

But I craved him, and the more time we spent together, the more I wanted him.

“You like getting into trouble with me, though, don’t you?” I raised a brow. That smirk he was directing at me was about to get him into trouble. Brat, I mouthed, and I was rewarded with a glare. So predictable.

“Say that to me outside, and you won’t like the consequences,” he hissed.

“Outside, now.”

“You’re nothing but trouble, baby.”

“You fucking love trouble.” “Hmmm.” I trailed my lips down the side of his neck. “You’d better make it worth my while.” “I always do.”

“Let’s not waste time pretending that you don’t want this as much as I do.”

“I fucking want this.” I want you.

I think I like him. I’m fucked.

“Your eyes are so beautiful. They change colour all the time, did you know that?”

“I’m enjoying the thought of shoving my cock inside my brat and making him moan for me.”

“For the last fucking time, I’m not a brat,”

“Maybe not, but tonight, you’re mine, and I want to see you come on my cock.”

“Uh, yeah. Okay. Yeah. We can do that. As long as I get to return the favour.”

“I’ll let you do whatever you ...

“You’re so fucking sexy. I want you so much. I want to see you stretched open, to see you fall apart on my cock. I want to see you come for me. I want to see your cum all over this blanket.”