This is Reckless (Checkmate Duet 3)

Licking her bottom lip, arching her hips, and smiling, she says, “Good. Now fuck me as promised, Deputy.”

COURTNEY

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Drew flips me over on my stomach and presses his fingers into my hips. He pushes my ass out and begins rubbing my clit.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” he leans over and whispers in my ear. “You liked it rough, didn’t you?”

I nod, biting my lip to hold back.

“That’s what I thought,” he says, pressing a kiss on my neck with a smile. “Don’t hold back, Courtney. I want to hear you.”

He spreads my ass cheeks and presses his cock against my pussy before sliding back in. I feel him right away, and I can’t stop the inaudible moans that release from my mouth.

He fucks me from behind and the harder he goes, the faster my heart pounds against my chest. I fist my fingers in the sheets and spread my legs for him. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he pushes even deeper inside me.

“Ah, yes.” My eyes squeeze tighter, and my body shakes as he wraps his hand around my waist and finds my clit.

I’m a lost cause and cry out when my body tenses and releases. Drew groans as he feels me tighten around him.

“Holy fuck,” he growls. Once my body relaxes, he repositions us and places me on my side. With his chest to my back, he hands me the vibrator and tells me to hold it.

He pushes my leg up and slides back inside me. Wrapping his arm around my thigh, he turns the vibrator on and holds it against my clit.

It’s the sweetest torture, and I can’t help being greedy for more.

His lips are on my neck and then move to my shoulder. Everything this man is giving me is pure perfection, and although I’ve fallen for him long ago, I can feel those strong feelings resurfacing all over again.

The vibrator against my clit is almost too much and just when he pounds into me deeper, he speeds his rhythm, and soon I’m crying out his name.

“That’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard,” he says against my ear before tossing the vibrator and positioning us face to face. I wrap my leg around his waist and pull him closer back inside me.

As he passionately kisses me, his movements are no longer rough, but sweet and tender. He makes love to me, and as much as I love it when he’s rough, I love him this way too. It’s the most vulnerable I’ve ever seen him, and I love being a part of it.

His body tenses and I know he’s close. I deepen our kiss and tighten my legs until he shakes against me. He releases a deep moan against my neck and relaxes.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, chewing on his bottom lip.

“What?” My eyes narrow.

“I’m completely addicted to you.”

I smile and kiss him. His fingers rub over my cheek, pushing loose strands of hair back. “Thank you.”

His words take me off guard. “For what?”

His lips tilt up in a genuine smile. “For waiting for me.”

We end up falling asleep for hours. When I wake up, he’s holding me in his arms and looking at me.

“Creep,” I joke. “How long have you been watching me?”

“Just a few minutes,” he says, but by his devilish grin, I don’t believe him.

My stomach growls, and I quickly remember we skipped dinner.

“Hungry?” he teases.

“Well, someone was supposed to be cooking dinner…”

“Oh? So, next time things get heated in the kitchen, I’m turning you down so you can’t yell at me for starving you,” he says with a shit-eating grin.

“Like I could get you off me even if I did,” I fire back, wrapping my arm around his chest.

He shrugs, unapologetically. “Probably true.” He rubs his thumb over my shoulder, making me shiver.

“Good thing there’s always muffins.” I smirk.

“Blueberry muffins to the rescue,” he jokes.

I laugh. “And to think all this time you’ve been resisting.”

He arches a brow, and the corner of his lips tilt. “Are we still talking about actual muffins?”

I burst out laughing and shrug.

He tilts my chin up, bringing my lips to his. “I meant what I said before.”

I blink, thinking back.

“I’ve fallen in love with my best friend,” he says, reminding me. Not that I could ever forget those words coming from his lips.

I bring my hand up to his that’s resting on my cheek. “It’s about damn time. I’ve been in love with my best friend all along.”

He presses his lips to mine again, and all the butterflies swarm back into my stomach. This feeling will never get old.

Once we finally make it out of bed and get dressed, we make our way to the living room and order pizza.

“I can’t wait for you to meet my family,” I say as we sit on the couch with our plates. “Just be prepared, though.”