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.

The more difficult the victory, the greater the happiness in winning. PELÉ

The first time I met Theodore Lewin, aka Theo, aka fuckface twatwank, we were both thirteen years old, on the first day of youth academy training.

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

“Good boy.” “I’ve told you before not to say that. I don’t have a praise kink. It sounds weird coming from you.

He gave a long-suffering sigh, pinching his brow. He loved me, really.

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.

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

Theo Lewin was hard because of me. What that meant, I didn’t know, and it was too big of a thought to wrap my head around. But what I did know was that it was very fucking flattering.

“How can I loathe you so much, and yet you have this effect on me?

My heart was pounding, and my mouth was dry, and as much as I wanted to blame that on my withdrawal side effects, it had nothing to do with the withdrawal and everything to do with the man standing in front of me.

My cock jerked, and I glared down at it. There would be no shenanigans until I could have some alone time with my hand. Now, it was time to concentrate on what I was here to do.

How could this feel so fucking right and perfect when it was so different to anything I’d experienced before? Here I was, lying on my bed, with my very male teammate pinning me down and kissing me like my mouth contained the air he needed to breathe, and instead of bucking him off, I was pulling him closer.

Getting involved with my teammate was unacceptable. It was impossible. But I craved him, and the more time we spent together, the more I wanted him.

“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.”

I think I like him. I’m fucked.

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

“Fucking hell, Jordan. Your sexy ass swallowing my dick is the hottest sight I’ve ever seen.”

“Was he worth it, though?” Memories flashed through my mind. “He was worth everything.”

Why did it have to be so fucking hard? It shouldn’t matter who you wanted to love.

What I felt for him wasn’t friendship. It was far, far more than that, but we’d made an agreement, and I was doing everything in my power to stick to it.

I wanted him. Only him. Theo Lewin. My rival. My teammate. My friend. The man who gave me fucking butterflies and made my heart race. There was no one else for me.

Sometimes, I wished life could be simple. Boy meets boy. They get together. They live happily ever after. The end.

“So what do you want to do about it? Do you want us to be together? Because I want that, so fucking badly.” “Yes,” he said. “Yes. I want you to be mine.”

Whatever came next, we’d face it together.

“I love you, Theo. I think I’ve loved you for a long time.”

“Oh, Jordan. I love you so much. It’s the same for me. I’d been falling for you for so long, and then you were mine, and I let myself fall all the way.”

“I love you. I’m so happy you’re mine.” “I’m so happy you’re mine. You’re everything to me. I want to, I don’t know, carve your name into my heart or something.” “That’s quite disturbing.” He kissed me again. “Yeah. Probably.” “No probably about it. Can we leave this dark alleyway now so I can get you back to the hotel and show you how much I love you?”

You’re a fucking catch, and I’m the luckiest person in the entire fucking galaxy because I have you. You’re my favourite person in the universe, Theo Lewin.”

Fuck my stupidly sexy boyfriend and his stupidly gorgeous dick. And fuck him even more for making mine hard.

Did I say my boyfriend had good manners? I was wrong. He was so fucking rude. Wait. Had he picked up his bad habits from me? Nah.

And there were rainbow flags among the crowds, bright bursts of colour, waving and dancing, a visual representation of support, an acceptance, an acknowledgement that love is fucking love.

“Remember what Dean said? Love will triumph over hate.” I wiped my tears away. “He’s right. Love wins.” Theo nodded. “Love wins.”

“I fucking love you, you know.” “I know. I love you, too.”

“It’s been worth everything. The bad days. The good days. I’d go through them all again if it meant I’d end up right here with you.”

“I’m the luckiest man in the world. I’m so fucking lucky to have you. You’re the best person I know. Every time I think I can’t love you more, my heart just expands.”

“I’m genuinely worried it’s going to explode one of these days.” “I don’t think that’s how it works, baby.” His eyes narrowed. “I hope you’re right, for your sake.”