Reckless (Irresistible 6)

Little shit, I thought the second I laid eyes on stupid, man-bunned Caspar who looked pretty fuckin’ shocked to see me. He stared wide-eyed for a second but then as if suddenly remembering his pride, he gnashed his teeth at me.

“Where the fuck is she?” he growled.

“I’m here for her luggage,” I said flatly.

Caspar glared at me full of contempt, huffing and puffing with his scrawny chest before hissing, “No fucking way I give that to you.”

“Suit yourself,” I said, easily pushing past him to get into the room.

“Hey! Hey, you can’t do this!”

Right away, he was sputtering. Indignant to the point of sounding cartoonish. He even threw in an accusation of trespassing before he realized that he was a hundred-fifty pounds soaking wet and helpless to stop me from just walking across the room to get AJ’s suitcase.

So with a sneer on his face, he switched gears.

“You know, I always knew not to trust you,” he said as I did a quick check to ensure that AJ’s purse was inside the suitcase. “But with her… fuck. Should’ve known she wasn’t any different. Or smarter. In the end, every girl spreads her legs for the dumb jock, am I right?” He attempted a laugh when I only glanced up with boredom.

Because

I knew what he was doing.

He couldn’t physically stop me from entering the room. Taking the suitcase. So now he was trying to provoke me. To get me to lose my cool.

“You fuck her, asshole?” he asked as I zipped the suitcase and stood back up.

I wore a blank look on my face as I stared back at him for a second.

“No,” I grunted my reply as I headed for the door. But I kept my eye on him, watching his shoulders relax, letting the relief set in before I stopped right next to him. “I didn’t fuck her,” I said, my chin tipped slightly up as I looked down at him. And slowly, as I felt his uneasiness rise, I let a look of satisfaction curl onto my lips. “But I did put my hands all over her,” I said, breaking into a full grin and watching his face go pale as I stroked my chin and laughed. “Shit, I couldn’t help myself. With the way she looked in that lacy thing?” I swiped my thumb across my lip, playing up the dumb jock persona. Just to piss him off. “Christ, Cas. I didn’t know she was hiding that body under there—she’s fuckin’ stacked. Thought she was gonna pop right out of that little lace thing she was wearing,” I said, sucking in a breath between my teeth.

And as the words came out of my mouth, the images flooded back into my brain. Of her body. Her smooth skin.

Her perfect fucking tits.

I felt my blood rushing as I let myself relive what the hell happened upstairs, but through it, I kept a smirk on for Caspar, still paused in front of him, giving him the chance to say something back.

But surprise, surprise. He didn’t.

So with a laugh, I shook my head.

“You fucked up, bro.” I clapped his shoulder hard. “But don’t worry. We won’t let any of that lingerie go to waste,” I said assuringly. “’Cause I’m going to be making her come all night. She won’t even remember your name by morning,” I grinned, tossing him an asshole wink just to put the cherry on top of his shit sundae as I strolled out of the room.

He was still standing there, paralyzed with fury when I left.

And while that thoroughly satisfied me, I didn’t exactly feel relaxed or at ease as I headed back up to my own room, because there were still several things to wrap my head around, starting with whatever it was that had happened between AJ and me at the door.

Or rather, against it.

“For fuck’s sake,” I muttered to myself.

Because I knew what the energy usually felt like between me and AJ. Whether things were normal or we were in crisis. Whether we were having fun or fighting about something. No matter what was happening on any given day, the air between us was never unfamiliar. That was half the comfort of our relationship. We always knew what to expect with each other.

But whatever happened against the door before—that was new. And because it was new, it was chaotic, fucking with my head even as I let myself back into the room and found AJ standing ten feet from the door, staring down at her phone.

And when she looked up at me in surprise, I knew that Caspar had texted her exactly what went down in his room a minute ago.

“You told him we…?”

I brought the suitcase in and stopped at the door. “Yeah,” I said. “I’m sorry.”