Page 48 of The Brave and the Reckless (Bravetown #1)

I reached down to gather my skirt up, giving myself a prime view of how his thick head parted my folds.

He was so pretty. Maybe that was an odd thought when it came to a penis, but he really was just so perfectly pink with ribbed veins running down his length and a little droplet of pre-cum glistening at his tip.

Skirt gathered in one hand, I reached the other down, desperate to touch him and show him just how nice a cock I thought he had.

My fingertips barely brushed his tip when my arm was wrenched back.

I whimpered at the short sting in my shoulder, but once again, he knew exactly just how far he could push my body.

He brought my hand behind my back and fixed it in place.

Goddammit. Now I really wanted to bite him.

Or scratch him. But I couldn’t even wriggle the hand behind my back and if I let go of my dress, I’d miss the whole show.

Besides, I wasn’t sure he’d still let me watch if I scratched him.

“Move your hand and I’ll stop, got it?” He placed my hand on his belt buckle.

I nodded and gave the hand over my mouth just a tiny nibble. Just enough to let him know I was still enjoying myself here.

He reached down in front of us, and I watched, fascinated, as his fingers worked me open. My arousal already swirled together with his pre-cum, wetness glistened all over my skin.

“Keep breathing,” he warned right as he rocked into me.

I squealed into his hand and squeezed my eyes shut, my insides resisting that first deep stretch.

“Ssh, look at you, princess. Look at how perfect you are for me.” His fingers wrapped around the hand on my back again, pinning it in place as he slowly dragged in and out of me. “Open your eyes for me.”

I blinked away the tears cresting on my lashes and let my gaze drop to the junction of my thighs.

My skin was stretched taut around him, but he was right about how perfect it looked.

He pushed in slowly, showing me exactly just how deep he could bury himself inside me before he hit that perfect spot that wrangled a moan from my throat.

The sound was muffled by his glove. As was every subsequent one as he picked up his pace and my thoughts started swimming away, sensation overtaking my body.

I couldn’t look away from our reflection.

Each thrust rocked my entire body. My tits were reddened, nipples peaking into the air, bouncing as he slammed home.

A knock on the door froze us in place .

“Esra?” Zuri’s voice came muffled through the door. “Are you in there? Is everything okay?”

Fuck. I knew the door was locked, but in that moment, I still saw this whole scene through her eyes. I was restrained and muzzled, exposed and spread wide in front of the mirror with Ace Ryder’s cock several inches inside me. The prop gun in the sink was still shiny, covered in my wetness.

How had Adriana put it? Zuri and Sinan were unicorns and rainbows?

This was about as far as you could get from it.

“Esra?” Zuri asked again, the doorknob jiggling.

“Answer,” he growled low by my ear as he loosened his hand from my mouth.

“I’m okay,” I called back, only to gasp when Noah thrust up hard. Asshole. “Give me like ten—” Thrust. “Minutes, okay?” Thrust. “Just dealing—” Thrust. “With a-h situation.” Thrust.

Noah’s hand wrapped over my mouth again and I crumpled into him with a whimper.

“Okay, uhm, there’s hygiene stuff in the drawer under the sink,” Zuri replied. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Noah kept rolling his hips into me, stoking the tense heat building at my core, but he didn’t speak again until we heard the bedroom door fall shut.

“You really think you’re going to last ten more minutes?”

He didn’t give me enough space around his glove to reply verbally, so I dropped my skirt and grasped at his arm with my free hand until I found the sliver of skin between his glove and his jacket, and I sank my nails in.

“Oh, you’re going to regret that,” he drawled in the deepest Ace Ryder voice. My pussy clenched up around him all on its own. “Pull your dress up again.”

I did but definitely because I wanted to watch and not because he’d told me to. Not that it mattered.

He loosened his grip on the hand behind my back. On the next thrust, his fingers whipped against my exposed clit. Stars exploded across my vision as I bucked into him. If he hadn’t held my mouth firmly shut, my scream would have echoed off the bathroom tiles.

He repeated the move, sending another shockwave through me, and another. My vision blurred as the sharp jolts turned to shivers.

“Noah,” I pleaded his name, but my voice strained against his hand. It didn’t deter me. All that pressure had to go somewhere and begging for release seemed like the only option. “Noah, please.”

“Do you want to come for me?”

I nodded frantically under his grip.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes yet,” he taunted and delivered another blinding slap to my raw nerve endings.

I shook my head. I didn’t care that it hadn’t been ten minutes. If he even took one minute longer, I’d pass out from the overstimulation.

“Look at me.”

I craned my neck, leaning on to his shoulder to meet his gaze.

The second our eyes locked, he sheathed himself in me with enough force for my body to jolt forward, only to buck right into his waiting hand, so he could pinch my clit.

I cried into his hand as the rush of pain and pleasure took over.

When my eyes threatened to fall shut against the overwhelm of sensations, Noah jerked my chin up.

He forced me to keep my eyes on him as he fucked me through an orgasm that crushed my bones and turned me into a trembling mess.

If he hadn’t been holding me, I would have shattered across the floor in a thousand shards.

When the only sounds coming from my throat were nothing but soft gasps, he gently lifted his hand off my mouth, tugged the bandana down and kissed me.

His lips soothed mine, soft and slow, even as his thrusts into me came faster.

I felt the way he hardened and jerked deep, right before he moaned my name against my lips and released himself inside me.

“Liar,” I huffed.

“Hmm?” Noah’s forehead dropped against mine while he caught his breath.

“You promised me a blow job.”

“Changed my mind when I realized how fucking tiny this dress is.” He nipped at my ear, then at the skin right beneath it, as he pulled back just enough to slide out of me. “And you’ll walk out of here with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

“You’re kinda deranged,” I mumbled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Noah grinned as he grabbed his prop gun from the sink. He brought it up to his lips and ran his tongue down the entire length of it before he holstered it. “You’re kinda delicious.”

Yeah, I got the point, we both were a little messed up.

Noah helped me fix the bobby pins in the back of the updo with careful fingertips and took it upon himself to make sure my crown was straightened.

I found a safety pin in one of the bathroom drawers to keep my dress in place.

He didn’t give me back my panties though.

And he made me walk out first, just so he could be sure I wouldn’t stay behind and clean myself up.

As soon as I was out in the hallway, I busied myself by rearranging the cookie plate. I didn’t want to go back to the sofa without underwear, and I was also sort of waiting for Noah. I couldn’t help myself. Maybe we were both a little messed up, but at least we were a matching pair.

And after this, the sex-tape conversation didn’t feel as threatening anymore.

The bedroom door had just swung open when another arm wrapped around my shoulders.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Sanny boxed me into the kitchen, but it wasn’t lost on me that Noah stopped in his tracks and leaned against the wall right outside, even if his back was turned to us.

“What’s up?” I asked and pushed myself against the counter in a way that hopefully hid the way I squeezed my thighs together for dear life.

“I know that, uh, you and Noah got caught at his family’s place during the storm, right?” His words were slightly slurred, but his eyes were locked on me with complete focus.

“Yeah, we did,” I answered, not willing to give up more information than need be.

“I don’t know if he told you, but uhm, I’m working with him on it. We’re turning it into a therapy ranch.”

Oh, thank god, at least I didn’t have to face that conversation just yet.

“Yeah, he’s told me something like that,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant .

“I hope you’re not mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad?”

“Because I’ll be leaving Bravetown, and I just got you this job here. So, like, I don’t want you to think I’m abandoning you or anything.”

“I thought the therapy ranch wouldn’t open for another two years?” My eyes skipped from Sanny to Noah. If I’d gotten that detail wrong, I’d have to go over the deadlines on the to do lists I’d created again.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, give or take.” Sanny nodded vigorously. “And so, I was thinking, maybe you’d want to come work with us. We can all switch over from Bravetown. But you have experience with chronic pain and injuries and such. Like, personal experience. And we don’t.”

“Why don’t we talk about this tomorrow when you’ve sobered up a little?” I tried to sound calm and collected, but that same panic that had been creeping in for two days was thrumming loud in my ears.

“You don’t have to worry about Noah. I already asked him. He’s cool with it.”

“You asked him?”

My eyes snapped back to the archway, where Noah had taken the Ace Ryder hat off and was now watching me, not even trying to hide his eavesdropping. He’d talked about me to Sinan, about my future. He’d talked to my brother before talking to me.

“Yeah, and there’s all kinds of jobs you can do if you don’t want to work with the horses. I think we have a list of jobs. I think Noah has a list. He has lists. You’d like them.”

“Uh-huh.” He sure had a list of jobs. The one I’d put together so he could start looking into the hiring and training processes for various positions he’d need to fill. Had he looked at that and considered which role to assign me, so he could keep me around?

“Yeah, and then you’ll be taken care of no matter what, you know? You’ll always have a job. And he said he’d be nicer to you. And you don’t have to go back to school like Mom wants you to.”

I’d be taken care of. The words cracked through my chest, leaving a deep chasm behind.

It was never going to be about what I wanted.

I’d never get to just live without someone hovering over me.

For years, I’d accepted my parents’ specific brand of overprotectiveness because I’d been comfortable.

I’d been on a clear path toward a future I wanted, which happened to fit their vision of a perfect little daughter.

Hell, Mom had mentioned, more than once, that by going to med school, I’d probably meet a nice surgeon to marry one day, and we could be a doctor power couple or something.

I’d ignored those comments for years. I’d ignored that they didn’t let me go to birthday parties.

I’d ignored that they didn’t let me drink alcohol.

I’d ignored every single tie they’d slung around me, not realizing how hard it had become to breathe.

And I’d fallen into the same trap again.

Taking a job at Bravetown had been a comfortable option.

I’d wanted a fun summer, so I ignored that Sinan and Zuri had been needling me about my plans for the future.

That he voiced his disapproval of the choices I made, to play Annie Lou or to film videos with Lucas and Noah.

I’d even accepted that he didn’t want me to make a mess of his life, so I’d put my life second, sneaking around with Noah for weeks when I’d wanted to spend every second of every day with him because he was making me feel things I’d never experienced.

Only for Noah to do the same thing as the rest of them.

I’d be comfortable staying and taking a job at his ranch. I’d just have to ignore that he and my brother would be planning my life behind my back because they viewed me as someone who had to be taken care of.

The betrayal hit me in the stomach like a fist. Bile burned the back of my throat.

I blinked through the sudden tears blurring my vision and pushed away from the counter, leaving Sanny in the kitchen without another word.

I stormed past Noah, peripherally aware of how he said my name and touched my elbow.

There was no way I could talk to him. No way I could even meet his eyes right now.

My heart was too weak; I’d accept the offer to stay and work at the ranch, and I’d let him take care of me, just to be with him.

So I kept my eyes straight ahead. I was done compromising on my independence.

I beelined for Adriana, who was dancing with a plush anaconda draped around her neck. “I need to get out of here.”

To her credit, Adriana took one look over my shoulder, presumably at my brother or his best friend or both of them, and dropped the anaconda to the floor. “Where we going?”

“Somewhere fun.”