Reckless Hearts

by Jessa Wilder

Yeah. We’re both so fucking gone for her it’s not even funny anymore.

Honestly, they’re one forehead kiss away from starring in their own slow-burn romance novel.

“You’re not gonna survive being loved properly, are you?” Maverick teases, voice soft and smug.

She’s always been it for me. Even when I didn’t have the words for it. And Maverick… he’s always been part of that too. It’s not just her. It’s them.

They’re the ones who make me feel whole.

“Yeah… but that’s ’cause you smell like home.”

His thumb swipes over the tip, slick with spit and precum, and then he lowers. The first touch of his lips fries my nerves.

Maverick. Maverick is sucking my cock. And it’s not soft. Not tentative. It’s greedy. Devastating.

She can’t look away, and neither can I. Him. On his knees for me. His mouth on my cock.

I’m wrecked. Ruined. Gasping. My body trembles like I’ve never come before.

She’s full, breathless and unraveling, caught between the two of us, and so am I.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Maverick murmurs, voice ragged, reverent. “Taking both of us like you were made for it.”

His voice drops to a growl. “You love this, don’t you? Being ours. Being full.”

“Shit.” I gasp, fists tangling in the blanket, teeth gritted as my body jerks. “I’m gonna⁠—”

He just growls, “Give it to me.”

And then I’...

My body bucks, hips slamming up as I spi...

Callie smiles, eyes slipping closed again. “You two really know how to wreck a girl.”

“Pretty sure it’s the other way around,” I say, her laugh vibrates through my chest.

Just tangled limbs, quiet touches, and the steady thrum of three hearts beating in the same rhythm.

I used to live for the rush. Now, it’s the fastest way to lose them both. The high doesn’t thrill me anymore. It guts me.

Because now I’ve got more to lose than just myself.

I used to think bull riding was everything. That nothing else could match the way it made me feel free, wild, infinite. But now? Now I know better. I don’t want the ride. I want the landing. I want the after.

And for the first time in a long time, I’m not chasing the ride. I’m chasing them.

🥹🥹🥹

They think they’re subtle, but come on, Maverick refilling Colt’s travel mug before the man even opens his eyes? That’s not friendship. That’s a damn love letter.

“He’s not out of the race,” Maverick says, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Not even close. You don’t write off a man like Colt Lawson. Not unless you’re ready to eat your words in front of a stadium.”

“Because when Colt rides, the rest of us are just trying to keep up.”

Sin incarnate, all bare skin and flushed cheeks as she tilts her chin toward us.

Because now. Now I’m going to fuck him while he’s buried inside her.

“Fuck him,” she pleads. “Maverick… give it to him.”

“Yeah,” I growl, adjusting my grip on his hips. “You feel that? That’s mine.”

“I’ve got you,” I promise again. “Both of you. Always.”

He whimpers, actually fucking whimpers, and Callie nearly shatters on top of him.

“Then come for us, baby,” I growl, pounding into Colt harder now. “Come all over his cock while I ruin him.”

The world starts to clear as I realize who I’ve actually been chasing all along.

Colt laughs and dips me backward, whispering, “I love you,” against my lips before kissing me senseless.

“I love you, Callie Harper,” Maverick says, pulling me into his arms, voice rough with emotion. “Thank you for choosing us.”

“Hey, what about me, asshole?” Colt cuts in. “I love you too,” Maverick grumbles, and I snort.

“That’s only because we didn’t have you.” Colt kisses my temple, then rests his head against mine. “You’re ours now.”

Because they will always choose us, and I will choose them right back.

She’s radiant, trembling and breathless, and I want all of her.

“I’m just…” My voice comes out rough, and I shake my head. “I’m really fucking happy.”

Callie’s face softens. She leans up and kisses my jaw. “We’re happy too.”

This is everything. And it’s ours.