Reckless Abandon (Reckless - The Smoky Mountain Trio Book 2)

by Sierra Hill

  “Do your worst and it’ll still be the best thing I ever had.”

  The tone of his voice – almost reverence – along with the softening of his brown sugar eyes, calms my nerves. I reach for his cock, grasping it in my palm, and take my first lick.

  The sounds that our three groans make is a mix of pure lust and pleasure. I may not have ever done this to anyone else before, but I know what I like. It’s pretty simple to send a guy to the moon and back when you have his dick in your hands and mouth.

  Swirling my tongue around the tip of Sage’s cock, I get my first taste of the salty beads of his pre-come. It shoots waves of tension into my own balls – his heady taste. And then I see movement from London out of the corner of my eye. Her fingers are poised at her wet entrance, and as she pushes a finger inside her wet cunt, I swallow Sage to the back of my throat.

  Never in a million years would I have ever considered doing this. Giving a guy head. But it’s not just any guy. It’s Sage.

  I’ve never been attracted to another guy. Never had the connection with anyone strong enough to make me want to do this.

  But with Sage and London, it just feels natural. There’s no question in my mind that the three of us make sense together.

  It only took me ten years to get to this place again.

  Ten years, countless mistakes, a failed marriage, losing my grip on life and who I was and feeling unworthy and not good enough for anyone.

  But here we are, rediscovering each other once again.

  And finding myself in the process.

  Chapter 19

  Present Day

  “Cam,” Sage murmurs softly as he lays his head back onto the bed. A sexy smile tips the corners of his mouth as he turns his head to the side and his eyes connect with mine. He seems at a loss for words, so I help him out.

  “Not bad for a beginner?”

  He chuckles and shakes his head. “Nah, man. It was fucking fantastic.”

  We both grin like giddy fucking teenagers, as a very naked London crawls up next to us. From the sounds that she made as she fingered herself, she’d gotten herself off just before Sage let go of his own release. I’d chosen at the last minute not to swallow and let him come over my hand and his belly. I figured he’d forgive me since it was my first time giving head.

  His praise over the experience sends a thrill through my body and into my still aching, full cock.

  London traces the muscles of my back, swirling around in an infinity pattern until her hands slides below my belly, her nails scraping through the coarse hair that leads to my erection. I suck in a large gulp of air when her fingers slip around my length, squeezing me and stroking me slowly.

  Her voice is wispy. “Remember our first time, Cam?”

  I stand at the edge of the bed looking her over. She’s positioned on her back laid out across the bed, as Sage went to clean up in the bathroom. She spreads her legs and reaches for my cock, bringing the tip to her entrance. She glides my length through her wet folds and I growl with hedonistic pleasure, tipping my head back and closing my eyes.

  The words are like gravel from my throat. “I remember everything, London. The way your tight pussy squeezed me as I thrust inside you. Fuck, it was heaven.”

  She squirms, brushing our pelvises together and the head of my cock somehow manages to find its ways inside her cunt. Just barely enough to feel how warm and wet she is, but I do, and it feels fucking marvelous.

  London gazes up at me impishly, almost shyly. “Would you consider going bare? I have an IUD. I want to…but only if you’re safe and you’re okay with it.”

  The wires in my brain seem to crisscross and go haywire for a second. Fucking London bare without a condom is a lifelong dream. After I found out Lisa had been fucking around on me, I got tested for everything.

  “Oh shit, baby. Yeah, I want that. And I’m good. Was tested recently.”

  She nods, confirming our decision. “Good.”

  I lean over, my hands at the insides of her thighs and press her back against the bed, pushing inside.

  “Oh fuck.”

  It’s overwhelming. The heat. The pleasure.

  I think the curse word comes from my mouth, but instead, it’s Sage’s voice, who has returned to the room just as I enter London’s body. He stands behind me, his half-hard dick coming back to life, and lays a hand at my lower back. I tense for only a second, his calloused hands foreign to my skin.

  “You two have always looked so fucking sexy together. Especially when you’re fucking. So perfect. It gets me so hard.”

  Sage rolls his hand over the curve of my ass. His touch, rough and firm, sends shivers up my spine and his hoarse voice goes directly to my cock.

  “Mmm…what I could do to this ass.” He snickers when my head snaps to the side, my mouth gaping open. He just grins. “Well, maybe not tonight.”

  Nodding my head, I turn my attention back to London and stare down into her eyes, which are glazed over from the attention my cock is giving her pussy – thrusting in and out in a timed rhythm. Her inner walls stroke and choke my dick with every entry and withdrawal.

  “Come here, Sage. Let us see how hard you are again.”

  London crooks her finger at Sage, her other arm slung around my waist, gripping my flesh tightly. Just as tightly as her cunt sucks my cock inside her so deep that I’m practically hitting her womb.

  I close my eyes briefly, enjoying the incredible sensation of being inside her and realizing that I’m getting closer and closer to climax. The thought of coming inside London without a barrier sends lightning bolts of pleasure through my blood.

  Sage kneels at London’s side, leaning down to massage a breast and then lick her nipple as she arches into his mouth. The movement has her shifting, and I slip my hands underneath her ass, lifting her up to gain better leverage for us all.

  London agrees with the position and the deeper intensity with a keening wail when I hit a spot inside that has her clenching her inner walls around me.

  I continue pumping, my own breaths and groans blurring my vision the closer and closer I get to letting go. But I want to make sure London gets there first.

  “Sage,” I order. “Make our girl come.”

  A flash of recollection floods my memory of the first time we were all together and the way we took turns making each other feel good. Realizing at the time that London was ours. She’d always been ours. As friends and then lovers. A woman we craved and loved and shared together. Sage and me.

  The difference between now and then is that before, while Sage called the shots, I steered clear of any potential male on male interaction. It was strictly hetero sex.

  But now?

  After letting go of my inhibitions and ideas of what love should look like and just give in to my desires, it’s opened me up to new and incredible experiences with Sage.

  His reply has my cock growing even bigger and harder inside London.

  “Yes, sir.”

  His hand brushes against the hair above my groin as he slides a finger between London’s wet lips. I look down at the place that we’re connected – me, Sage and London - and I’m jolted with an unfamiliar notion. One I haven’t felt since the last time we were together like this.

  Home. I’m home.

  Sage wedges another finger inside, and I can feel it rub against my cock. I hiss out an explicative, the pleasure so incredible and foreign, I’m surely going to come.

  “Oh shit, I’m getting close. Keep doing that.” My words are choppy at best as I try to drag in air to my depleted lungs.

  Sage continues to pump and slide his finger in and out of London’s pussy, jamming it against my foreskin and the sensitive spot under my crown that has me seeing stars.

  I know Sage has already orgasmed, but I have a selfish need for him to come again. The three of us coming together would be epic.

  “Can you take him in your mouth, London?”

  She smiles. “I like that idea.”

  London
wraps a hand around Sage’s cock and brings him to her open mouth, sucking him in.

  Although her supine position doesn’t allow her the best access, her head against the mattress and her ass in my hands off the bed, I can still see the swallowing motion of her throat and based on the vocal reaction from Sage, it must feel fucking spectacular.

  With one hand in her pussy, he cradles London head with the other to give her further leverage. When she moans around his cock, I can feel it in mine from the vibrations making their way down her body.

  London’s pussy clenches around my cock and I know the minute she’s coming.

  As if a chain reaction is set off from the explosion inside her body, her limbs trembling and tightening from the intense waves of pleasure, both Sage and I become completely lost in the sensations. Or at least, I do.

  Sage removes his fingers and is about to swing his arm away when I grab his wrist, pulling his hand to my mouth, slipping his fingers along my tongue and then clamping around him, sucking them in deeply.

  The taste and essence of London and the salty taste of Sage’s skin is all I need to push me over the edge.

  The orgasm bursts unrestrained from the bottom of my toes up through my spine and back down again.

  “I’m coming…fuck, I’m coming.” I throw my head back and shout.

  Everything I have in me is released inside London’s pussy, as I come, and come, and come until I’ve emptied myself inside her.

  She shutters again as she moans around Sage’s cock. His head tilts forward and he releases a deep, gruff noise that sounds like a wolf howling at the midnight moon.

  I pull out of London, the remnants of my orgasm spilling out and filling me with a deep male pride. Sage carefully dislodges from London’s mouth and the look on his face says he’s been thoroughly pleased.

  And London.

  London’s golden hair fans out across the bed, her face and neck flushed from her own climaxes and the heat we made together.

  She looks like a goddess.

  A sated and well-used, goddamn beautiful goddess.

  Our goddess. Our queen.

  Chapter 20

  Present Day

  “When do you go out on tour again?” I ask, taking a sip of hot coffee.

  The three of us sit outside on the patio watching the sun rise over the hills and valleys of Nashville, coffees in hand. We’ve been up for the last thirty minutes, still unshowered with freshly rumpled bedhead from the night before.

  The night before. Holy hell was that insane.

  Best night of my life.

  It’s ironic to think that I’ve experienced both the worst night and the best nights of my life with London and Sage at my side.

  Last night, while incredible and memorable, will be a fleeting memory all too soon. Not something meant to last before we all go back to our normal lives. Sage had mentioned earlier that he’s about to embark on a 15-city U.S. tour and London will return to her job as a social worker and I’ll go back to fighting forest fires.

  For obvious reasons, the summer months are the worst and require nearly all my time and effort. When called upon, smokejumpers can be away from home between two-days or two months, depending on the severity of the fires. I’ve been assigned outside of Tennessee to assist in other national fires several times in the last four years, especially in the west. I’ve been to Montana, Colorado, and California several times, serving with my brothers and fellow smokejumpers to preserve our natural resources.

  We’ll be going our separate directions in the next 24-hours and that thought grips me in the heart like a vice.

  Sage runs a hand through his dark, thick hair, the edges long enough to cover the nape of his neck.

  “I have a show on Tuesday night in Philadelphia, then we tour around the east coast, down to Florida, and into Texas, I think.”

  London makes a noise that encompasses both a sadness and a wistfulness, reaching to entwine her fingers through Sage’s. She peers up through her lashes and meets my gaze with a look of meaningful recognition to remind me of the reasons we came here in the first place.

  Bending down, I place my elbows on my knees, cupping my chin in my hand.

  “Sage, I know touring can’t be easy. Long hours. Endless nights. Probably some boredom. Bad influences.” I quirk an eyebrow at him in question, hoping he understands where I’m heading with my inquisition.

  He shrugs noncommittally. “Yeah, sure. I guess.”

  I lock eyes with London’s who stares me down with a pleading look. I know she wants me to say something more but it’s outside my comfort level. I’ve had opportunities to talk to firefighters in my crew about dealing with the devastating PTSD effects that come with losing their partners and crew members, but never about this with Sage.

  In fact, there’s a lot of emotional baggage we’ve just swept under the rug during this impromptu weekend together. Things we really should clear the air about in the future. But one thing at a time.

  “Okay, man. I’m not gonna beat around the bush here. Time’s short and I want to get it out in the open. We think you need some professional help.”

  Sage’s eyes go wide and he snaps his head toward London, untethering his hand from hers and jumping to his feet.

  Taking two steps forward, he swings back around, his ire directed at London.

  “So that’s what this visit is about? You bullied him into coming and intervening on your behalf?”

  I stand up, ready to defend London’s actions, but she beats me to it.

  London reaches out with both hands toward Sage unconcerned with his hostility and anger. She wraps her arms around his waist and presses her head against his chest. I see him visibly relax, his body turning from stone into a mass of whipped butter.

  She whispers softly against his shoulder. “Sage, we love you. And I’m scared for you long-term.”

  He straightens his shoulders. “I’ve told you before, London. I’m fine. There’s nothing to worry about.”

  I interrupt. “Then now’s the best time to get some help and support, while things are fine and you’re not dealing with all the pressure of the road. That’s all we want.”

  Sage glares at me over the top of London’s head. “What the fuck would you know about the pressures of the road? And why suddenly are you so concerned over my well-being,”- he uses air quotes - “when you haven’t been around in ten years? You just wanted to get back into London’s pants and this was the best way to do it, wasn’t it? Through me. Per the usual.”

  If he’d had punched me with a fist in the face, it wouldn’t have hurt as much as his words did. Or hit the mark so square on. I haven’t been around and have no business giving him advice on his life when I have made a fucking mess of my own. And because of my coward tendencies, I probably wouldn’t have slept with London had it not been made easier due to Sage’s presence and his participation.

  But he is wrong about me not understanding the road. I’ve been there – in the Air Force when I was out on missions for long periods of time, leaving Taylor and Lisa on their own. Having him grow up from baby to toddler to little boy all the while I was gone. It sucked.

  My tone is even and subdued. “You’re wrong about one thing. I do know what it’s like to be gone. I was away from my son so often that he’d cry when I came home because he didn’t recognize me. It was also one of the reasons my marriage ended. I’ve lost men on my crew from wildfires that took their life without any thought to what they were leaving behind. The same holds true for addictions, bro. If you don’t do something to stem the fires, it’ll blaze out of control, killing everything in its path.”

  As if the universe wants to ensure it plays a part in the conclusion of this reunion, my phone alert blares from inside my jeans pocket.

  It stops the conversation between the three of us as I pull out the bat-phone, as my son calls it, and look at the incoming message.

  Alert: All smokejumpers on deck. Smoky Mountain Forest Fire in progress. Uncontaine
d. Evacuations required. Report to base within two hours.

  Chapter 21

  Present Day

  “Cam, what’s wrong?” London asks, fear in her voice as she reads me with a wide-eyed expression.

  I type in my text reply to my Commanding Officer, Luke Trenley, and check the time on my phone.

  “I’ve got to head out to work. There’s a large wildfire in progress that we need to contain.”

  London steps up in front of me, reaching her arms around my neck, stepping up on her tiptoes to get closer.

  “What about Taylor?”

  “I’ll need to let my mom know and ask her to drop him off with Lisa. I’m not going to have time to go home to get him.”

  “Do you need me to pick him up and drop him off?”

  I scoff and shake my head. “Lisa would blow a fucking gasket if you showed up with our son. She’s already jealous enough as it is and if she met you now…”

  There was a time long ago when I had first met Lisa that I spoke about Sage and London all the time, and shared with her how much I missed them. She’d wigged out on me, convinced that I didn’t love her and that I was still in love with London. I’d let it slide then because she’d been six months pregnant at the time with the crazy pregnancy hormones raging through her head.

  But after Taylor was born, it got even worse. She accused me all the time of cheating on her, even though I never laid another finger or even a roaming eye on another woman.

  But I know deep in bones that Lisa would remember London and would take issue with her bringing our son back home to her.

  “Nah, I got it. But thank you. I appreciate it. But maybe Sage can drive you home?” I look behind London at Sage, who nods his head.

  “No problem at all. Go get your stuff and go do your thing. We can talk when you get back.”

  Our eyes connect, and something passes through them that I can’t quite comprehend. His gaze clouds over and he steps into my space. We’re inches apart, his head only an inch shorter than mine as he leans in, his hands cupping my jawline.