Reckless Hearts (Reckless - The Smoky Mountain Trio Book 3)

by Sierra Hill

  As we sit in the leather-clad airplane seats, I try to justify my reservations about getting married in Vegas. Maybe I was a fool not to take her up on the offer to just do it. And now I’m second-guessing my intentions.

  London’s bare feet are my lap, as I massage the balls of her feet, her moans over my therapeutic touch sending bolts of electric desire to my cock.

  “Oooh…my poor aching feet love you right now,” she purrs, the red-soled Louboutin’s kicked to the side of her seat, her dress hiked up to her knees. “You can do this all night.”

  Digging my thumbs into the cushions of her feet, she relaxes, her lids close and a dreamy expression fixes across her face.

  “I’m at your service, darlin’.”

  An eyelid pops open suspiciously. “Hmm…what else would you do for me?”

  I catch the suggestive innuendo in her tone and wiggle my eyebrows.

  “Anything you want.” I lean over and teasingly touch the tip of my tongue to her lips as she giggles, shooing me away with her palm smooshed into my face.

  “Everything but marry me, that is.”

  She sticks out her lush bottom lip in a pout, batting her eyelashes at me.

  I stop rubbing her feet and grab underneath her ass to scoot her up on my lap, cradling her in my arms.

  “You understand why, right? God knows how much I want to marry you. I’ve waited for years to make you my wife, but I just can’t do it without Cam by our side. It would feel…”

  “Incomplete,” she supplies, threading her fingers in my hair and kissing my neck. “I understand, Sage.”

  Her warm breath in my ear sends shivers skittering down my spine. Her words hold so much meaning because we’ve been in this situation before when we’ve both been with other people. The wrong people. Partners that were simply placeholders for the right ones.

  Our long history of on-and-off again has taught London and me heartbreaking lessons on fidelity and commitment.

  I went off the rails the year after I was released from prison, knowing London was in another man’s bed and life. I used drugs, alcohol and loads of women to try and erase the ache inside my chest that felt like a crushing meteor.

  It was too much for me to take knowing I pushed her away – threw her away – and into the arms of another man.

  And when she returned to Nashville without Clay, I did what I could to hurt her. Punish her for the way my heart and soul still loved and needed her. I was cruel and heartless, yet her arms remained open to me every time I asked for her help.

  I hated myself for the way I treated her.

  Every time I knelt on my knees in front of her, begging to be taken back, to be forgiven, she would. I was a worthless user, but she still found the capacity to love me even at my worst.

  Those were tough years that we’ve tried to forget and move past. If she were any other women, she might’ve left me without a backwards glance. Tossed me away like the garbage I was. It was only by the grace of her forgiveness and love that got us through that time in my life, until I finally realized I could never love another woman besides London.

  Yet a portion of my heart was still carved out with the name of the man I still loved equally as much.

  Cam.

  Now, in this moment, I had to fess up to what I did. Confess to playing a part in Cam’s ten-year absence from our lives. And what I recently did to hopefully win him back.

  “London, I need to tell you something.”

  She stops the pecking against the sensitive part of my neck with her lips and pulls back so she can see my face. I flatten my lips in a thin line, warring with how to tell her all that transpired was my fault.

  London gazes at me lovingly, her eyes shining with adoration. She places her hands on my cheeks and gently kisses my lips.

  “I know all your secrets, Sage, and I’ve forgiven every last one of them. Nothing you can say or do will stop me from loving you.”

  I flatten my palm against her heart, feeling the light thud of her heartbeat against her chest.

  “I was the one who ruined things between Cam and me. When I was out on bail, I was so angry. So conflicted. So scared and confused.”

  London places her finger at my lips, shushing me.

  “Shh. That is ancient history. It no longer matters.”

  “But our lives could’ve been so different had I not done the one thing I knew I shouldn’t have done.”

  London slides her legs over my lap, straddling me and pinning me with a hard, yet consoling stare.

  “Baby,” she whispers. “What you think you did wasn’t wrong. Maybe the timing wasn’t perfect, but you set the course, the direction, that he needed. Our fate was sealed that day, don’t you see? We needed for our lives to unravel – for that fork in the road to take us in opposite directions – in order that we could meet back up along the way.”

  She kisses my forehead, then my temple, moving down to my stubbled jawline, her fingertips grazing the skin as she goes. When she’s finally at my mouth, she smiles against my lips.

  “Don’t you see, Sage? Our journey isn’t over. I feel it here,” she affirms, grasping my hand and placing it over her heart where it had been moments before. “I don’t know when, or how, but we will all be together again. A love like ours can’t be denied forever.”

  Chapter 18

  Our flight landed in Nashville just as the sun came up over the horizon. I woke London who was asleep with her head on my shoulder, with a kiss to her temple.

  “We’re home, darlin’.”

  My driver was waiting on the tarmac for us and drove us back toward our house in the hills of Nashville.

  I turn on my phone that was powered down since the awards ceremony last night and see an explosion of text messages popping up, all good luck or congratulatory messages. As I scroll through, I see Cam’s pop up.

  Cam: Congratulations! You deserve it. You’re a helluva songwriter.

  Cam: Taylor went apeshit when he saw you on TV. He said he liked your boots.

  I smile broadly at this because I was wearing a pair that I’d actually gotten a smaller version of for Taylor’s upcoming birthday. He’s always stomping around in my cowboy boots like a goof.

  Cam: I miss you. You and London. Your speech was…it was…fuck. It meant a lot to me. I need to see you.

  My heart skips a beat as I recall my acceptance speech last night in front of millions of TV viewers. It was short and sweet but said everything I meant from my heart.

  “Thank you to the AACM Association for this honor. Thanks to my manager, Aimee, for busting her ass for me. Drew and Candi, thanks for your guidance and faith in me all those years ago. And most of all, I accept this award on behalf of the two constants in my life. My two best friends. The loves of my life. Cam and London – you mean everything to me. I wouldn’t be here tonight without your love and support. My heart belongs to you. I love you both.”

  I glance over to where London is slumped against the side of the car, having fallen asleep again on the ride home.

  I hold my breath as I type out a quick reply and then roll down the glass divider between the driver and me.

  “Benjamin, there’s been a change in plans. Take us to Chester Fork.”

  The car slows down as it drives down the long gravel driveway leading up to the Lucas home. London slowly awakens, likely from the jostling of the car and crunching of the ground under the tires.

  She’s hazy from sleep and rubs her eyes as she peers out the window.

  “Where are…wait, what are we doing here?”

  She positions herself upright in the seat and stares at me incredulously. I give her a devious smirk and show her the text messages Cam had sent, along with my response.

  It said, “Don’t move. We’re coming home.”

  Her green eyes widen and shine through tears that threaten to spill over. She covers her quivering lips with an equally shaking hand.

  “Sage…oh my God, Sage. I love you so much.” She throws her a
rms around my neck and peppers me with happy kisses.

  The car pulls to a stop in front of the old farmhouse that was like my own childhood home. Every happy moment was spent either at Cam’s or London’s homes, memories that I cherish more than anything in this world.

  The door swings open and I follow London out of the car, just as I look up to find a little boy running at top speed toward us. I open my arms and catch him, swinging him around in the air.

  “Sage! Sage! Did you bring your twophy? Did daddy tell you I liked your cowboy boots? Did you get to talk to The Wock?”

  I laugh at Taylor’s enthusiastic questions and inquisition, answering each one of them.

  “Yes, my trophy is in the trunk and I’ll show it to you later. And I’m glad you liked my boots. Maybe you’ll get some new ones for your birthday. And yes, Dwayne Johnson was the one who presented me with my award on stage, and I may have gotten him to sign his autograph for a little boy that loves his movies.”

  Taylor squeals excitedly and jumps out of my arms, doing the funny little arm-swinging, floss dance that’s all the rage right now, and then pumps his arm in the air with a “yes!”

  As he jumps into London’s awaiting arms, I lift my gaze and meet Cam’s sorrow-filled eyes as he stands on the porch, his arms crossed at his chest, leaning against the post. It feels like it’s been years since I’ve seen him, even though it’s only been months.

  He’s put on some muscle and some additional weight, probably from his mom’s home cooking, and it looks really good on him. His T-shirt fits tightly around his pecs and biceps that strain in their crossed position.

  I only hear a portion of the animated conversation going on between London and Taylor as I walk forward toward Cam. Each step filled with regret, hope, longing and the need for his love. He steps down the front steps and we meet halfway.

  He scans my still tux-clad evening attire appreciatively and winks. “Never thought I’d see you in a penguin suit. It looks good on you.”

  “Sometimes you gotta blend in with the crowd.”

  I stand stiffly, nervously watching him, uncertain of what I should do with my hands, which hang at my sides uncomfortably.

  One minute, I stand alone, shifting from one foot to the other and the next I’m hauled up against Cam, who smashes his mouth to mine and kisses me hard.

  My breath whooshes out of my lungs as my lips part for him, giving him an all-access pass to kiss the ever-living-fuck out of me.

  Voices flitter somewhere around me, but I’m too enthralled in the heat and passion between our mouths to care. My hands wrap around Cam’s trim waist and slip underneath his T-shirt, where I nearly convulse at the feel of his taut back muscles that clench and tighten against my touch.

  I groan loudly as his tongue sweeps inside my parted lips. He tastes of orange juice and sunlight. His fresh outdoorsy scent fills me with unbridled lust, our thickening cocks straining against each other, seeking friction and release.

  Taylor’s burst of laughter has us losing contact, each of us taking a step back.

  “Daddy’s kissing Sage!” he shouts, his body wiggling and jumping up and down.

  “Shit,” I mutter, embarrassed that I let myself get so lost in his kiss that I forgot where I was and who our audience was.

  I search Cam’s face for any threat of reprisal, but his mouth turns up into a satisfied smile, as he opens his arm to throw it around London’s shoulder, bringing her into us for a hug.

  He kisses her just as passionately, swooping up her lithe body in his arms as she laughs and giggles. The sound is pure heaven. This entire homecoming is something out of my wildest dreams.

  “Put me down you big ol’ bear!” she complains, punching him softly on his back with her fists.

  Cam teasingly yipes but obliges as he places her feet back on the ground. She doesn’t disconnect from his embrace entirely instead, slides one arm through his bent elbow and the other through mine.

  “Come on boys, we have a lot of catching up to do.”

  Cam’s and my eyes lock, and a shared smile and wink pass between us.

  I agree. “We have a lot of catching up to do.”

  Chapter 19

  Doreen returned from town where she’d been running errands about an hour later to find us all talking in the living room, discussing the previous night’s events, Taylor playing at our feet on the floor in the center of our triad where he was building a tower with his Legos.

  It reminded me of the cities and buildings that Cam and I used to create when we were his age, always trying to one-up one another and me laughing when Cam would get frustrated and end up destroying his entirely. I’d then jump in to help him start over with something new.

  It feels awfully similar to the way things have changed for us. The way our lives crumbled and fell without each other and without the support of one another – the infrastructure we had come to rely on that kept us together.

  And now here we are, having weathered the tempestuous storms in our lives, ready to start again and build something anew.

  Dori took one look at us, and with a broad, unabashed smile, said with a wink,

  “It’s about damn time.”

  And then promptly told Cam to pack his bags and said she’d watch Taylor the rest of the weekend.

  The minute we enter my house– our home – my mouth and hands are on Cam. I catch him by surprise and back him against the wall, my thigh lodged between his strong muscular legs, pressing into his already hardened length.

  It sends a rush of satisfaction through me when he opens his eyes with a dazed expression. I search his eyes, reading the guilt and pain that had been buried there. The sadness they convey.

  “You’re a stupid motherfucker for leaving us,” I grumble, letting my hand drift over the bulge in his pants. “This belongs to us. You belong with us.”

  “I know. I should be punished accordingly.” His sexy smirk lifts the corners of his lips and I hear soft laughter behind us.

  Slowly angling my head over my shoulder, I find London unzipping the bodice of her dress, the silky, sparkly material left to dangle wide open, offering a tantalizing view of her cleavage.

  Her mouth quirks in a naughty grin. “Or, we could reward you for coming home.”

  My gaze flicks back to Cam, adding pressure at his groin, enjoying his swift intake of breath, his pleasure and pained response.

  “I’ll take whatever you want to give.”

  Clasping his hand in mine, I drag him away from the wall, reaching for London’s with my other and we ascend the staircase toward the master bedroom.

  The bedroom that has been missing the three of us for months.

  The bedroom that I plan to label as ours again tonight.

  Entering the room one after the other, I head for the deep-backed leather chair in the corner facing the bed, taking a seat. With a flourishing gesture, I make my desires known.

  “Undress our girl, Cam. And when she’s good and naked, remove your own clothes.”

  Cam whips his head toward me and lifts a brow high. “It’s gonna be like that, huh?”

  I laugh mockingly, crossing my arms and swinging one leg over the other in a posture that brooks no argument. “I deserve this. Now do as your told, or your punishment will be my dick in your ass.”

  London chuckles as Cam chokes out a throaty, husky grunt. He begins to slowly undress her, teasing and tormenting me as he does, his fingers toying with her body with each layer he removes.

  As he pulls down the dress further, he ducks his head to kiss the lush curve of her breast, the tip of his tongue darting out to lick at what I know is her sweet-scented skin. Cam’s thumb swirls around the hard nipple and the sound of her breathless sigh seers straight through to my balls. They tighten and my cock strains to be touched.

  London begins to reach down to remove the dress, but I stop her with a harsh command.

  “Don’t. Make him do it. Make him grovel and beg to touch you.”

  Goo
sebumps adorn her flesh and I’m rewarded with that sexy bite of her lip, her tongue sweeping out to ease the sting.

  Cam does as instructed and removes the dress, letting it fall to the floor. He lands on his knees in reverence next to the discarded garment, cupping her firm breasts in his palms and plumping at her fullness as she arches into his touch.

  Cam turns to me looking for further direction and my own voice sounds raspy with desire.

  “Worship her with your mouth.”

  His lips slant up and his eyes grow dark, as he parts his lips to suck in her nipple.

  Our groans are in simultaneous triplicate and I’m unable to stand it any longer. My body yearns for their touch, to feel their skin on mine.

  I stand and remove my clothes in haste as I move toward them, their eyes closed and lost to their own physical sensations.

  With London standing in front of a kneeling Cam – a queen with her subject - I press behind her, relishing in the skin-on-skin contact with her heated flesh. Reaching around her, I slip my hand inside her panties, toying with her swollen nub before submerging my fingers through her wet folds.

  I latch on to her earlobe and nip and bite as she squirms against me, Cam’s hands still perched at her breasts.

  “I think it’s time we fuck you together. Are you ready for that, darlin’?”

  There had been so many times in the past when we’d discussed the possibility of fucking her at the same time, our cocks penetrating simultaneously and pumping in tandem inside her pussy. But it hadn’t happened up to this point.

  Something about this moment, though, seems far too right. Joining us in a way none of us have ever been united. The true testament of our love.

  London breathes out a keening sigh. “Yes. Yes, I want you both.”

  She hoists one arm behind my neck and slips the other around Cam who is bent in front of her peppering her with open mouth kisses. He crouches lower still so his mouth is centered where my fingers are toying with her pussy.