Page 48 of Reckless Storm (San Francisco End Game #3)

Reed

M y eyes flit between the tub and Hayley’s challenging gaze.

Why would I run her a bath? I could have just as easily turned on the shower, although she probably would have invited me there too.

This is a bad idea . Hayley naked in a small—okay, medium to large, more like a hot tub sized—bath is not something I should be wanting.

No matter the size, she’ll still be naked and…

Fuck , she’s stripping my sweatshirt over her head.

“Hayls,” I groan, my voice strained. Did I mention this was a bad idea? “We—”

She turns to face me, standing in nothing but her panties, her breasts on display and— “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

What I wouldn’t give to wrap my mouth around her tits as I bite down on her nipples, listening to her cries when I slide into her, burying my cock to the hilt. I’d— Shit . What am I doing?

I glance away and she giggles. “Gotta get naked for a bath, Reed.”

“It’s a hot tub,” I growl. “Swimwear is fine.”

“I don’t have any swimwear. And it’s a hot tub now? Where are the jets?”

“I’ll get in if you keep your panties on.”

Hayley curls her fingers around my wrist again, and I squeeze my eyes shut. If I get in that bath, with my heart pounding the way it is, there is no going back for me.

“If you don’t want this, Reed, I’m not going to force you.” Her concerned voice enters my subconscious and I groan again. “It’s just—”

Dammit . Spinning around, I grab her by the shoulders and walk her backward until her knees hit the tub. “I do want this, Hayls. That’s the problem.”

“Why is it a problem? We’ve set the boundaries. And—”

“I want to obliterate them.” Turning her toward the mirror, I stand behind her and cup her breasts, brushing her hair to the side before sucking the flesh below her ear.

She tastes like salt, sand, and reckless decisions, and as badly as I wish things were different, they’re not.

“I want to obliterate our boundaries, Hayls. But that’s why I need to keep my cool,” I whisper softly in her ear while simultaneously rolling my thumbs over her nipples, my “cool” well and truly gone.

She arches her back and a sigh rushes from her lips.

“If you were really my girl,”—I glide a hand down her taut stomach, skating my palm across her skin, stopping when I reach her panties—“make no mistake. I would be tearing these apart, bending you over the edge of the tub, and fucking you from behind, pounding into you while my fingers tease your ass.” I sink my hand beneath the thin material barely covering her pussy and run a finger through her heat, groaning as her body turns to jelly.

“Oh God, Reed. I want that. Let’s do that.”

“Hayls,” I growl again, cupping her pussy as I bend her over the counter, my hardening cock pressing against her back, “we can’t do that.”

“Why? You’re already—” I plunge a finger into her soaked pussy and massage her walls, cutting her off as she cries out. “Reed. Jesus. I need you inside me.”

“I am inside you.” I wiggle my finger to prove my point and add a second, making her laugh as she moans.

“This is good, so good. But wouldn’t it be better if you were fucking me?”

Jesus . My balls tighten as I picture her pussy taking me in, inch by inch, and I consider her request until my heart pounds and I silently curse. “No,” I whisper honestly. “It’d be so much worse.”

She rocks into me as she giggles, clearly not taking me seriously, and I wish I could give in. I wish I could throw all my reasoning out the window, but I can’t. If I fuck her, I won’t be able to hold back anymore.

I pride myself on being able to separate sex and emotion, but with Hayley, I’m already too far gone to do that, and that’s fucked me over before. I can’t lose her like I lost Bria, because with Hayley, I’m not sure I’ll survive it.

Ignoring my throbbing cock, I remove my fingers from her heat and pinch her clit, groaning when she jolts against me.

“I can’t give you my cock, Hayls. But I promise I’m going to destroy you. I’m going to ruin you for all future men.” I pause, the words tasting sour on my tongue, but for now, that’s our reality, and I’m sticking to it.

I open my mouth to say more when Hayley’s high-pitched mewl fills the small space and she grabs my hand, stilling me before I can pinch her again.

She turns in my arms, pushing me back. “You’ve already done that, Reed.

But by all means, do your worst.” She curls her fingers under the hem of my tee and lifts it over my head, dusting her fingers across my skin.

Her gaze lingers over my tattoos and when she reaches the waistband of my shorts, she attempts to pull them down until I grab her wrist, forcing her to stop.

“Not yet. This is about you .”

Gripping under her ass, I lift her up and walk us back to the counter, checking to make sure she doesn’t shiver again when she sits on the cold, hard surface. “Are we good?” I ask when she doesn’t react. “Are you still cold?”

“No, we’re good.” She spreads her legs and grabs my waist, dragging me in until I’m settled in front of her. “I’m hot, Reed. And I need whatever it is you’re about to do to me.”

“Good.” Because I need it too.

Pushing her panties to the side, I step back and drop to my knees, spreading her with my fingers, my eyes glued to her pussy as it drips for me. All for me. “Tell me this is mine and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Yes,” she rushes out, grabbing my hair, trying to shove my head down. “It’s yours. Touch me.”

“Uh-uh. Not yet. Patience.”

Rubbing my fingers along the side of her folds, I tease her as she bucks the air, seeking more, desperate for my touch. “Reed.”

“I know, Baby. Do you want my fingers or my tongue?”

“Oh, God. Is your tongue an option?”

“It is. But only if you beg.”

I circle her clit with the tip of my finger, careful not to touch her as she cries out. “Jesus Christ. I want your tongue. Please .”

“You want it?” I stare at her deadpan, gently caressing her entrance before gliding my fingers over her ass, circling back as her legs clench.

“I need it, Reed. Now .”

“Now?”

“ Please .” Her desperate voice makes my cock pulse and I immediately give in, burying my face between her legs. And the first taste is more delicious than I ever could have imagined. Better than the taste of her on my fingers.

I bite down on her clit, sucking the bud into my mouth, soothing it with my tongue. Hayley’s hips jolt as her body flies off the counter, her pussy rolling against my mouth.

With my free hand, I push her back down, holding her still as I lavish her heat with attention, working her into a frenzy.

She bucks and shakes, her breaths ragged as I feast, and just when I think she’s going to snap, I sink two fingers inside her, sucking her clit while I slowly add a third.

“Reed,” she cries out as her body shakes.

“Is that good, Baby? Do you like my fingers filling your hole?”

“Yes. God. Yes.”

“Do you need more?”

“More?”

“Another finger.”

“Oh, God. I don’t think—”

“You can take it, Baby. Breathe.” She’s so tight, I struggle not to think about what it’ll feel like when she takes my cock. How her pussy will strangle me. How—

Dammit . I groan out loud as I insert another finger, stretching her pussy as I pump harder.

With my thumb massaging her clit, I scissor my fingers and kiss a path across her stomach, making my way up to her breasts, sucking her nipples before making my way back down.

“Oh, fuck. That feels… God, Reed.” Her body tenses as her walls tighten around me, exactly how I imagine she’d tighten around my cock. My length throbs and I stifle a growl from deep in the back of my throat.

“You’re so fucking tight, Baby,” I rasp, getting my head back in the moment.

“I told you,” she rushes out. “It’s been a while. And never like this.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Sounds like you’ve been with the wrong men.”

“Yes.”

“Does this feel good?” I stare into her eyes as I thrust my fingers, and her head falls back as she moans.

“So good. God. So fucking good.”

The more I work her, the more she squirms beneath me, soaking my fingers, making me want to taste her again.

So I do. Replacing my fingers with my mouth, I flatten my tongue against her slick heat, circling her back entrance with my thumb.

She bucks her hips again, rolling her pussy against my face and I groan.

“That’s it, Hayls. Fuck my face. I need it. Let me feel how much you want me.”

“Oh, God.”

She does as I ask, moaning and gasping as she rocks against me, giving me everything she’s got, her body trembling as her release builds.

“I’m close. I’m—”

“What do you need? Tell me, Hayls, and it’s yours.”

Lifting to her elbows, she stares at me pointedly and I snicker, knowing what she’s thinking. “Not that.”

“Fine. I’ll have your fingers back. I want them inside me.”

“Done.”

Opening her wider, I press three fingers inside her and curl them against her wall, massaging gently as I lick her throbbing clit, taking in her moaning cues as her breaths quicken.

“Are you ready for four again?”

“Yes, fill me. God, this is so good.”

“Are you imagining my cock?”

“Yes.”

“Are you picturing what it would be like for me to take you from behind, pounding into you while my fingers work your clit?”

“God, I am now. Harder, Reed.”

“That’s it, Baby. You’re almost there. Give it to me.”

I suck her clit, and she cries out as her orgasm hits, her body convulsing against me. I continue my ministrations, alternating between licking and sucking until she whimpers, begging me to stop.

“Not yet,” I demand, holding her still. “I need more. I think you’ve got another in you.” I suck her clit again, curling my fingers inside her as I push my thumb deep into her ass, loving when her body spasms and her voice breaks as she screams out my name. “That’s better.”