Rough Rowdy Reckless (RRR #1)

by Kimball Lee

  “Sorry ‘bout that, sweet pea. Let’s hit the road. Thought we’d take a ride, stop at Salt Lick for some bar-b-que, then I know a good place to go for a swim,” he says and I lay my head against his back and try not to think about anything beyond tomorrow.

  He handles the Harley like a pro, speeding through the hairpin twists and turns along the edge of the Hill Country like he was born to ride. He told me his father is in a motorcycle club in Northern California, so that would explain his expertise, and that’s one of the very few times he mentioned his family. He isn’t close to his parents or siblings, they don’t see eye to eye, and although he grew up Arroyo Grande, he left California for private school in Texas when he was thirteen, he rarely goes home.

  I can feel his phone vibrating in his jeans pocket and it makes me want to scream, I can’t count the number of ‘vibrating’ calls and texts he gets from girls at all hours of the day and night. Girls named Zoe, Alexa, Sadie, Brooklyn, to name a few, he dismisses them all with a curt— “I’ll get back to you.”

  “You hungry, or you want to go for a swim?” He asks, and I wasn’t aware that we’d stopped or that he’s removing my helmet and lifting me onto his lap as if I weighed nothing at all.

  “Not hungry,” I manage to say just as his lips cover mine, and before my eyes fall closed I see that we’re parked in a gravel lot next to a slow-moving river. There’s a sign proclaiming that this is a public park—No littering, no loitering, no public intoxication, or lewd behavior allowed.

  His hands hold my face tenderly, fingers threading through my hair, then down to my breasts as his tongue licks at mine and his mouth descends to my neck. Oh, how fast he melts any questions that linger in my mind. This is how we are together, fucking in public, conspicuous and unbridled, bending the rules to fit his whims. He lifts my T-shirt over my head, nuzzles my breasts and then his lips clamp greedily on a hardened nipple as his rough hand teases the other. I wonder if anyone might happen upon us, there’s a middle-aged couple picnicking only yards away. A vicious tremor spikes low and wet between my thighs, he doesn’t care, I don’t care, he talks me through it every time. His words are dirty, thrilling, and it’s all so new and sordid and intoxicating.

  “Unzip my jeans, sweet pea. Yeah, you love the feel of my cock, fuck! Look how good you are, soaked already. So fucking wet and tight, soooo willing, sweet Penelope. I’m gonna fuck you hard and then I’ll lick your pussy. You like my mouth? You wanna come on my mouth, don’t you? We’ll get to that, I fucking love when you beg me to let you come!”

  I have to fight not to cry out, his eyes warn me to be quiet, a car has parked nearby, three teenagers stumble out, stoned and laughing, and then they hush and watch us. He sits still on the seat of the Harley, lifting and shifting my body, he leans back so that my clit is crushed against him and the pressure, the motion is excruciatingly divine. He whispers in my ear, hot, filthy words and I’m shaking so hard he has to grip my ass as I ride him. I’m coming hard and fast and he follows, laughing, jerking up into me, a final brutal thrust and we‘re limp and heaving, working to catch a breath.

  “That was some nice fucking!” One of the teenage boys yells and he and his friends clap and hoot.

  “Can I be next?” A long-legged girl who’s maybe seventeen giggles and starts walking toward us.

  “Not today, darlin’,” he smiles as I straighten my skirt and climb on the seat behind him.

  “You forgot these!” The girl shouts, pointing to where my panties lay on the ground, and the little group whoops and lights up a joint as we speed back onto the road.

  *

  Back at the penthouse I turn on the shower and step under the spray, we’re going up to Gus’s house for dinner, something I never made time for over the last week. Traeger drops his clothes on the marble floor of the master bath and joins me. The shower is huge but he fills the space as he crowds in, squirts bath gel in his hands, and begins to lather my body.

  “You sore, sweet pea?” he asks as he tweaks my nipples and they pucker under his touch. “Too sore? You need to toughen up, I’m not done with this perfect little body, far from it, darlin’.”

  “We’ll be late,” I say but we both know it doesn’t matter, him between my legs, that’s all I can think about.

  He does a good job washing and rinsing me, he does a good job every time his hands are on me. His hands press down on my shoulders and I kneel in front of him, water cascades over us, and we’re clean and slick as he tells me exactly what to do.

  “Kiss me, take me in your pretty mouth, ahhhh, just like that. Your tongue is so fucking soft,” He says and his voice is like gravel, a hoarse whisper as he fists his hands in my hair and thrusts into my mouth.

  He’s thick and long, and he pumps slowly at first and then faster and harder, growling out a string of curses before he pulls out and leans against the wall. His breathing is ragged as the water sprays around us, he helps me to my feet and drags me against him, and I’m like a ragdoll in his hands, malleable, his to do with as he wishes.

  His mouth tilts into a smile and he doesn’t take time to turn off the water before he scoops me up and carries me to the bed. He sets me down dripping wet on the duvet, sits at my feet and spreads my legs. He’s huge and menacing, shadowy as the sun dips low outside the windows, his eyes are dark with desire as he holds my ankles and trails little bites and kisses up my calves. His hands reach up, spreading me, my thighs fall open and it’s like a bomb going off when his tongue strokes my clit. I arch up and scream at the stinging spike of pleasure, and his eyes lift to mine as he gathers my wrists in one big hand and pins them above my head.

  “Feel it, darlin’, you need to come so bad,” he croons, soft and low, hypnotic. “Just once more, c’mon, let me have it. Tell me, Penn, I wanna hear you say you love to come on my mouth.”

  “I can’t,” I say, squirming into the pressure of his tongue and his lips, the grate of his teeth, his voice vibrating into my pussy.

  “Tell me or I’ll stop,” He says and sits back, barely stroking my pulsing folds, his eyes are on fire as he watches me squirm, his gaze burning into me so that I squeeze my legs together.

  “Nope, that’s not good, sweet pea. You want my mouth and my cock you have to say it.”

  I love it…. I love to c-come on your mouth.”

  “Good girl,” he says and his mouth lowers as he holds my eyes with his. He releases my wrists and his hands slide under my ass lifting me in a swift motion as his hot mouth devours me.

  That’s all it takes, his eyes on mine, his lips sucking, tongue swirling and plunging as heat curls in my belly and builds, blazing like a blast-furnace as I come, screaming his name. He lifts his head and swears that he loves me and fuck I want it to be true! Then he begins again, forcing my legs open, pinning them to the bed as tears roll down my cheeks and I’m begging him not to, please no, it’s too soon, too tender, and then I’m pleading with him to hurry, to let me come, please, please, so fucking good, no don’t stop, ohhhhhhh yessssssss!

  *

  I should be afraid to ride on the back of Traeger’s Harley to the top of Mount Bonnell, but he’s so solid, so sure, that I hold on tight and enjoy the ride. We park in the circular driveway of Gus’s new house and my heart is lurching all over the place. This is the neighborhood where I grew up, we lived a few streets over before my mother died. How massively rude of my dad to buy his fiancé her dream house just a stone’s throw from the place where my world came crashing down around me.

  It doesn’t matter, get past it, she’s gone, by accident or by her own hand, she made up her mind to go and she left him and she left me.

  My dad is at the front door waiting and he’s all smiles beckoning us inside with the foul and loathsome Estrellita close behind him. Gus is shaking Traeger’s hand and patting him on the back like they’re old friends and Estrellita is cooing, “How handsome! Mmmm, such a stud you’ve brought to meet us, Penelope!”

  Ugh, what a douche.

  “Ca
de, this is a coincidence, I had no idea you knew my daughter,” Gus says, leading us into the palace-sized entry hall.

  “Dad, you’re losing it,” I say, trying to ignore his new fiancé who is not only uncouth and irksome, she’s dressed in a gaudy, fringed, see-through caftan. “This is Traeger Townsend, I told you he was coming with me today.”

  “Oh, right. Geez, Traeger, great to meet you. I met your brother a few weeks ago, that’s where the mix up lies. Your mother too, at the grand opening ceremony for the new store. I think Cade mentioned he had a twin, but wow, you two certainly are identical, aren’t you? Your mother, well Christ, what a beauty! An exceptional woman and a tireless philanthropist, of course you know she’s Penelope’s idol.”

  “And how about this tequila venture of yours?” Estrellita says, wrapping her hands around Traeger’s bicep and leading him further into the house. “Gus tells me you have an offer for many, many millions of dollars to sell out to the Japanese company that bought Jim Beam and all those other big name liquor manufacturers. Handsome and wealthy, my kind of man!”

  “My idol, Gus?” I say, refusing to take another step inside the house until I know what he means. “What on earth are you talking about? Earth to Gus—I’ve never met his mother! I think you’re hallucinating, have you and Estrellita been smoking something? It’s not the swinging sixties, maybe you should lay off the Kush.” And then I look up and Traeger is back by my side and he looks worried, like he wants to escape, just cut-and-run, be anywhere but here. “Traeg, what is it, what’s wrong?”

  “Penn,” Traeger says and he looks different suddenly, fear flickers in his eyes like he’s been careless with something valuable and he’s in danger of losing it. “I know how independent you are so don’t go off the deep end…. My brother is Kincade Townsend, our mother is Alice-Anne Kincade. I never see them, not often, my business has nothing to do with them, I built it on my own. I was being truthful when I said I hardly ever speak to anyone in my family, but you wanted the internship and seriously, you were on the short-list to get it. I just wanted you to have it, so maybe… I made a phone call.”

  “I got the internship because of you? You pulled a few strings, put in a good word with the head honcho? You had so little faith in me that you thought there was no way I could land the job on my own? Alice-Anne Kincade is your mother and you didn’t bother telling me that, it just slipped your mind? The fact just floated right out of your head while you and I were busy fu…..”

  “Hey!” Gus says and Estrellita covers her mouth and giggles.

  My phone rings and what the fuck—the name on the screen is Corey Baumgartner and it looks like I’ve missed a dozen calls from him and Scarlet’s mother. “Ugh, I have to take this. Hello? Wait… what? Corey, slow down… no, Scarlet’s not with me, she’s… out of town. Well it’s none of your damn business where she is and you can’t reach her because there’s no cell phone service in…. You’re not serious? Oh my God! Is he alive, I mean, how bad was it? Okay, listen, I’ll get to Scarlet and we’ll catch the next flight out of San Antonio. Corey, don’t let anything happen to her dad, you know she couldn’t take if he… oh my God! I’ll call you back when I’m with Scarlet… when we’re on our way to Atlanta. Thanks Corey… thank you for being there.”

  “What’s happened Penelope?” Gus asks in his ‘worried Dad’ tone.

  “Scarlet’s father had a heart attack this morning, he’s in intensive care. Corey, her ex-fiancé is there with him. He’s part of the cardiac team at Atlanta General. Look, I have to go. No one can reach Scarlet.”

  “I’ll take you, sweet pea,” Traeger says and I want to cry or cave at the tender concern in his voice, it’s a tone he hasn’t used before. “It’s late and dark and you have no idea how to find Tallulah. Please, baby, let me drive you there. My house and my business, they’re only a few miles from Holt’s place.”

  “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not your baby, and I can manage this one on my own,” I say, and I don’t look up at him, I can’t. “Spring Break’s over, it was an interesting escape from reality but all good things must come to an end. I don’t like liars, Traeger, so just file it under ‘It was fun while it lasted’.”

  “It’s not over, Penn, there’s no way we end like this. What I feel for you… it’s new to me and maybe I’ve tried not to mess it up, I have a way of doing that, but I… I need you,” he says, but I don’t want to hear it, and even if I do, how can I trust him?

  I shake my head, not meeting his eyes, grab my dad’s car keys from a credenza by the door and head out to the driveway. Gus and Traeger and her-royal-highness-Estrellita follow behind trying to talk me out of leaving, they’re talking, babbling, their voices hum and buzz and twist together in my head, noise… just noise.

  You’re upset. You shouldn’t be driving all the way to Tallulah by yourself. We seriously need to talk, Penn. I refuse to let you go. Don’t leave like this. Wait a minute, sweet pea, I’ll come with you….

  I tune them out, jump in Gus’s Porsche, turn the music up loud, and roar out of the driveway heading south, leaving them—leaving Traeger!—and Austin behind. I was a fool to let myself fall so easily, I’ve never given my heart to anyone… until now. What was I thinking?

  That’s just it, I wasn’t thinking, I was feeling. I only have myself to blame, I was the one spouting that nonsense about the ‘zipless fuck’, and that’s exactly what I got from Traeger. He satisfied my body like I never thought possible, giving and taking pleasure in equal measure, but that was it, he shared nothing of his true self. And there’s so much more to him, I’ve seen it over the last week, he’s tender and funny, powerful and demanding, sweet and coercive, and a complete mystery. The family he doesn’t want to talk about? Let’s see—Alice-Anne Kincade is his mother, she’s one of the most reclusive women in the world, gives millions of dollars to charity but is rarely photographed and has never agreed to a media interview. Some say it’s because her ex-husband is the head of an outlaw biker-gang called the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Tommy Rex Townsend, and he is in the news a lot, constantly accused of nefarious activities like selling guns to street gangs and possible murder for hire….

  Oh. My. God.

  I’m driving too fast, swerving down these treacherous hills, the Porsche hugs the road but I veer too far off the shoulder and gravel sputters as the steep edge of the mountain threatens to pull me over and down.

  Reckless, that’s what this week has been, it’s who Traeger is, who he’ll always be. He’s not right for me, I like control and he takes it all from me, makes me forget everything else but the relentless gratification of our bodies moving as one; his hands and mouth on my skin, dark words in my ear, the cruel sting of pain, and sweet soothing satisfaction he doles out. I’m so damn greedy and eager for the mind-bending bliss of his cock stretching me, filling me, buried so deep inside my body that I become part of him. And didn’t I love it? The way it made me feel, insane with want and lust, our need for each other an unquenchable, untamable beast. I don’t know if I can forget him or live without him. Look at how weak he’s made me, I can’t stand it, he made me love him, made me fall in love with him!

  I’ve never been in love before, never wanted to be, I’ll figure it out and deal with it, what other choice do I have? I accelerate into the next curve and all I can see is Traeger’s hauntingly beautiful eyes as I swipe at the steady torrent of tears coursing down my face. I’m a survivor, my mother drove off the edge of this winding road, all because she couldn’t get past her broken heart. I can do it, I have to, but it feels as if I’ve left an important part of myself behind—with him. How bad can it be with only tiny little pieces of my heart left to cause me pain? I’ll forget him and his unbroken spirit, learn to live without his wild, reckless will.

  I turn the music up even higher, fuck, my dad is genuinely stuck in another era of musical history. He’s loyal to Texas born and bred musicians and, yeah, Janis Joplin is great, I have to admit. Right now she’s wailing in t
hat gravelly, fast-track-to-tragedy voice, and I sing along because it matches my mood and the tears won’t stop and I guess heartbreak is timeless, because she’s singing my life at this moment.

  “I want you to come on, come on, come on and take it! Take another little piece of my heart now, baby! Oh and break it, break another little bit of my heart now darlin’, yeah! Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, well you know you got it, if it makes you feel good.”

  END PROLOGUE

  ROUGH: ROWDY: RECKLESS: The Series

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