Reckless Hearts

by Jessa Wilder

Dedicated to everyone who’s ever looked at two rivals and thought: “Why not both?”

The best riders know, it’s not a fight. It’s a dance. And the bull leads.

Doesn’t know how he threw me away for the sport like our years together didn’t mean a damn thing. Like I was just some stepping stone he could crush on the way to the top. And the worst part? He walks around like he doesn’t get why I’m still pissed. Like I didn’t bleed for him too. When Callie left, I lost her. But when Mav chose bull riding over everything else. We lost us.

“Maverick Lincoln Kane and Colt Wyatt Lawson…” Her voice wavers, less a crack of thunder now, more a quiet plea. “How did it get like this?”

The only one who could tame two reckless boys who thought they were untouchable. But we fell apart without her.

That’s why, when Maverick and Colt told me they were serious about competing, I did the only thing I could. I ran.

Colt’s all sun-soaked charm and magnetism. Those blue eyes and that dimple could coax the panties off a nun.

Then there’s Maverick quiet, controlled, unwavering. There’s a steadiness in him that makes you feel safe without even trying.

They’re opposites. Sun and moon. Fire and water. Yet somehow, always orbiting each other.

And right now? They’re both looking at me.

God broke the mold with Callie Harper. Nothing and no one has ever come close.

Callie’s in the middle, the axis Colt and I still spin around, and when I glance his way, there’s a flicker of recognition in his eyes. We both know she’s the reason we’re even sitting here like this.

I don’t know what I expected this night to be, but watching them together like this relaxed and close, like no time passed at all does something to me.

“Please.”

Well, fuck me. The plea in her voice wrecks me. I’d walk into a fire if she asked.

We follow because we always have. It’s in that moment I know: Callie Harper could tempt the devil with her smile.

The girl who left came back a fucking goddess. Untouchable. The thought feels criminal.

The girl who left came back a fucking goddess. Untouchable. The thought feels criminal.

“Whatever’s between me and Colt stays between us. Touch him again and you’ll wish a bull stomped your goddamn face

“Breathe with me, Wildflower,” Maverick commands, and I follow.

I just nod once, still staring at the floor. His hand lingers for another beat, then slips away like it never happened. And God help me, I miss the contact the second it’s gone.

“I… I don’t know what to do,” she says, voice shaking. “Because I… I want you both.”

But instead of fury, I feel… calm. Settled. Like some missing gear inside me just clicked into place. Because watching him move toward her, toward us feels right. Undeniably, gut-deep right.

It’s about finally having her. The three of us. All in.

She wants us both, needs us both, equally.

There’s only one girl in the world who could handle us both, and she’s right here in my arms.

My gaze meets Maverick’s dark one as he presses against her back, wrapping her hair around his palm, tugging it to the side, and whispers into her neck: “Good girl.”

I bite back my moan with the realization that he used Colt’s cum to coat himself.

He hums low in his throat and releases a ragged breath. “You look good covered in our cum.”

I liked kissing Colt Lawson. I wanted him. I want him.

They thought one kiss wouldn’t change everything? Cute. I just need to give them the right push.

“I dare you.” She draws it out, and it’s almost painful. “to kiss each other.”

Yesss girl 🙌🏼👏🏼🤭

This feeling, having them, being this close, feels right, like it’s always been how things are meant to be.

“You’re doing such a good job, Colt, pleasuring our girl.” Maverick’s praise shivers across my skin.

It took me too long to realize I haven’t just been waiting for Callie. It’s the three of us. Together. That’s what makes everything click into place. That’s what makes it right.

This is what I’ve been missing. Not just Callie, not just Colt. Us. The three of us. This wild, messy, beautiful thing that only works when it’s all three pieces together.

Because now that I’ve had this—them—I’ll burn the whole damn world down before I let it go.

He steps closer, eyes still locked on me. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs, a smirk tugging at his lips, “before I ruin that pretty little dress.”

“Whatever,” he mutters. “Looks better on you anyway.”

His kiss is all fire and frustration, all unspoken confessions he hasn’t figured out how to say.

“You’re kind of a mess right now,” she says with a little smile.

“Yeah, well,” I mutter. “You try saving a guy’s life, kissing him breathless, and then immediately getting wrapped up by a girl who smells like heaven, and see how you do.”

The three of us lock into place like we’ve always belonged this way. I’m not just standing between them. I’m cradled. Supported. Surrounded.

With every roll of his hips, it feels like he’s fucking himself into me.

But no matter what I do, I keep coming around to the fact that I wanted it, and now, I want more.

I want her moans and whimpers, but I want his too.

I miss him. God, I’ve missed him so much.

Fall is coming. But I’m not losing them. Not this time. Not ever again.

But the bones of us. The heart of it. It’s still there. Solid. Familiar. Home.

“You’re the best goddamn thing that ever happened to me, Colt Lawson,” I rasp, my voice torn to shreds. “You’ve always been enough,” I repeat, driving it into the space between us like a stake in the ground. “I was just too fucking stupid to tell you.”