by Alexis Anne
“That’s better,” he rumbled. Then he made my bra disappear.
Magic.
“Explain.”
His hands roamed my body as if he were checking to make sure I was real, then he crushed me against his firm, muscular chest. He sighed with great exasperation. “Esme, at the age of eighteen you single handedly orchestrated the greatest con in the history of American Football.”
I grumbled into his chest. “You say that like it was a good thing. It wasn’t Leo. I hurt a lot of people. I should be in prison.”
“I don’t think it’s as bad as you think it is. It looks to me like you ended up doing a lot of good. No one died. No one went to prison.”
Somehow my jeans disappeared along with Leo’s clothes. It must be all those roving hands of ours. Once I got started undoing buttons I couldn’t stop. I needed his skin, needed his heat inside me. And need consumed me.
He thrust inside, still talking about all the ways my deception wasn’t bad. I didn’t stop him. For so many years I had only myself to talk these details through. Having his cock inside me, creating this amazing friction, felt good. Hearing I wasn’t necessarily the worst human to ever live, also felt good.
I needed to fix this. That had been my goal from the very beginning but now . . . now it was even more important. I had to fix this because Leo deserved so much more than to be tied to a woman who destroyed everything she touched. For once I had a real reason to be better. It wasn’t just for me and it wasn’t an act of rebellion.
This time my actions were driven by my desire to make someone else happy. I didn’t know how yet but I knew why.
And love made it worth it.
To Be Continued . . .
Reckless Love (December 11, 2018)
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Author’s Note
This is the first time I’ve ever started a book (a full-length book) and decided it needed to be two instead of one. I’ve written serials that I knew from the beginning would be small episodic chunks that ultimately became part of one bigger story (Tease was my first!) I didn’t intend for Reckless Kiss to end halfway through Leo and Esme’s story. But then again, I never intended to write Leo and Esme at all. They showed up one day and I couldn’t do anything until I’d written down what I saw in my head.
Fifteen thousand words later I realized I was writing a book. You all know I’m a plotter not a pantster, so the idea of continuing to write when I had no idea where the book was going scared the pee out of me.
I was also very sad because our husky, pushing past 16 years and working on 17, was very clearly coming to the end of his life. I spent large chunks of my day caring for him and the chance to escape into a book where there were no rules or expectations was the bright spot for me.
I stopped writing my happy small town Calusa Key series because it was happy and I was not. (Don’t worry, Chris’s book is written and the books are still coming!) Leo and Esme got me through the rough.
Reckless Love takes Esme’s point of view. There is a little bit of overlap between the books because I couldn’t resist (finally) writing the scene of Leo and Esme’s first night together. I intentionally only included some snippets from that night because of the way the story was coming out in chunks of time. Now that Esme is in charge she wants us to have all the details.
Reckless Love is definitely the end of Leo and Esme’s story. Don’t worry about finding any more To Be Continued… endings for these two. (I’m not making any promises on what happens after that!) I want to write more in their world. There are a lot of characters to play with.
Thank you to my HBIC Nation crew: Lindsay, Julia, Mary Chris, Laura, and Alexandra, for being my friend through the ups and downs this year. They always let me talk my crazy ideas out and then gently nudge me when I’ve gone too far.
Plus a huge thanks to all the newsletter readers who followed along. I was so down and your weekly replies to my newsletter or comments on my website made it possible for me to get up and write again the next day. I think we’ve found a pretty cool groove with the newsletter. If you haven’t joined it yet you should! And feel free to hit reply and drop me a line. I try very hard to respond to everyone, but sometimes it takes me a few days.
And as always, thank you to my boys. Life with them is hilarious and I love doing life with them!
xoxo
Alexis
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A Sneak Peek at Reckless Love
Reckless Love is Esme’s story. There are a few scenes that overlap with Leo’s, like this one. Please enjoy this special sneak peek at their very first night together.
I was so sensitized now. Any movement seemed to turn me on. So when he brushed the pads of his thumbs over my nipples my body bowed from the tension.
“Again?” he asked.
“Yes.”
But instead he cupped my breasts, weighed and massaged them, then began drawing circles. “So sensitive.”
I arched forward, willing him to pinch me. He didn’t. He kept up his slow, delightful torture.
“You know,” he rumbled, “too many people rush. They miss the pleasure that can be attained from a slow, sensual teasing.”
“I hate to be teased.”
He brushed the tips of my nipples. “You’re lying. You fucking love it.”
I shuddered. He was wrong but I was discovering he was also right. “I like it fast and hard and with a little pain.”
“No you don’t,” he whispered over my lips. He finally gave me a very light pinch.
I closed my eyes and sank into the sensations.
He kissed me once. “Your body responds to slow. Maybe it’s just your mind that wants fast.” He pinched again. Not hard. Just enough to keep his fingertips clamped around me. He didn’t move or tug.
All I’d ever known was fast. It was what I thought I needed to block out my mind. Maybe I’d been wrong all this time. “Show me.”
He sat me on the edge of the bed then knelt in front of me. He kept up his slow teasing of my left breast while his hand skated down my body. He didn’t go straight to my pussy, though. He took his time. He caressed my skin and hips, he massaged my thighs as he wrapped them around him. Then and only then did he dip his hand between us.
Again it was a slow massage. He moved his powerful fingers over my lips and up to the tip of my clit. He applied pressure in long strokes. Then he dipped down and took my nipple into his soft, warm mouth. At the same time he slid his middle finger inside me.
I cried out because I swear I was about to come again. But I didn’t. He sucked on me while his fingers worked a long path in and around my channel. One finger became two. My entire body tensed.
Then everything was gone as I was moved to the center of his large King-sized bed. Leo came at me. It was the best kind of show. His eyes were dark and hooded. His cock large and throbbing, bobbing as he rolled on a condom. Every muscle in his shoulders rolled with tension.
Fuck, how I wanted him like this.
“You have the most beautiful pussy, Esme. Truly. It’s pink like a flower and soft like a petal.”
No one had ever said such sweet things to me before. I always thought I’d hate it. That it would ring false and insincere, but coming from Leo it was perfect.
“I love the way you feel against my tongue,” he continued as he s
pread me wide. “You taste divine.” Then he sank into me. One glorious inch at a time. He didn’t pull back and thrust in. Instead he simply pressed forward, taking his time, waiting for my body to stretch for him.
I felt every hard inch. Felt each bite of pleasure and pain. He was such a perfect size. Not so long he bottomed out early, and not so thick it took time to accommodate him.
Perfect.
When he was buried to the hilt he took my hips in his hands and slid back out just as slowly. It was a fucking mind game and a physical pleasure all rolled into one. He did this several times, using his full length to tease me. I liked the way it looked too. I liked the sight of his hands on my hips as he pumped into me. I thought that was exactly what I needed.
That was until he moved over me and pressed my arms into the mattress, making it impossible to move.
“This is what you want, Esme. I can see it in your eyes. You want slow. You need teasing. And then you need to take it, don’t you?”
I shivered. “God, yes.”
“Say you want it.”
“I want it.”
He pressed even deeper until his hips were flush with mine. “Be specific. Tell me what to do.”
My core pulsed and fluttered around his erection. I could barely keep my eyes open because fireworks were going off behind my eyes. I was so close. I wanted oblivion. “Fuck me, Leo.”
He pulled back. “How?”
“Hard.”
He slammed into me. I gasped from the shock of it. “Tell me you want me to hold you down. If you don’t I’ll let you go.”
I forced my mind to work, made myself comprehend what he was asking. That was when I really took stock of our positions. His much larger, more powerful body above mine. The weight of him.
How he filled me.
And then there was the sensation of being helpless. Always one of my favorites. I couldn’t move, not with his body between my legs, his thick cock inside me, and his powerful hands holding me down. It was a rush.
“I,” I whispered, trying to find my voice, “I want you to take what you want from me.” I genuinely thought that was what I wanted. What I needed. It had always been this way.
“No.” He released me, eased out, but not completely. “That’s not what you want. It’s what you think you want. Be honest, Esme.”
Was I lying? No. I wasn’t. But I wasn’t in tune with myself either. I was going through the motions, repeating old habits and expecting the same results. I groaned as he eased inside again and slid his hands over my arms. “Don’t think,” he whispered. “Just feel.”
His heavy body pressing me into the mattress. That’s what I felt first and most. My hips rolled, searching, wanting friction and to be used. That was the truth. “I do like it hard, Leo. I do. But I think you’re right. Hard is only really good after soft.”
He groaned, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. “Jesus you feel good, love. So fucking tight around me.”
That gave me a thrill that I felt right down to my toes. “I haven’t been with anyone for a very long time. Just you, Leo.” I knew how much guys liked hearing they were the only one.
His eyes flew open, both angry and curious at the same time. “Don’t say what you think I want to hear. I fucking hate that.” Then he thrust hard and deep just once. “I say what I mean and I expect the same in return.” He ground against my clit until I moaned. “Your pussy is hot and so wet for me. It fits me like a damn glove. I don’t fucking care if I’m your first or last. All that matters is that right now you’re mine.”
I fluttered around him, shocked at how effectively he was able to turn me on with his words as much as his eyes, mouth, and dick. That was a damn fine skill.
“I’m yours, Leo.” His hands pressed my arms into the mattress. The feeling of restriction making me crave a good hard pounding. “I want your hands on me holding me down. I don’t want to move until you come inside me. Maybe not even then.”
“We’re finally getting somewhere. I believed most of that.” He pulled back enough to gain access to my breasts, sucking each nipple into his mouth for a long, hard taste. He stretched me further, pressing my arms straight above my head as he sucked. I tried to watch but couldn’t quite get the angle right. I caught of few glances of his dark eyes and hollowed cheeks, but mostly I gave in to the pressure of his hands holding me down, closing my eyes and listening to his moans of delight.
Yes, Leo was fucking delighted to be feasting on my breasts.
And so was I. He was a master of nipple play and I was just about to tip over the edge. “Leo. Please? I need you hard and fast.”
“Fuck yeah you do,” he growled, rearing up over me. His fingers became vices. And then . . . he slammed into me. Over and over. I couldn’t move and I didn’t want to. He filled me to the brink and took it all away. My orgasm chased back at the sudden change and the new sensations of being pounded.
I was grateful because the last thing I wanted was for it to be over so soon. I needed a chance to feel all of this. It was how I got my high, how I dealt with my world. It was only through these nights of pleasure, of being consumed, that I was able to get up the next day and function.
Leo’s grunts fueled me as my body coiled tight all over again. The way his shoulders worked and his biceps tensed while holding me down were an aphrodisiac all their own. As he slammed into me it sent shockwaves through my body, first at the point of our hips impacting, then over my skin as it vibrated, then through my core as his cock reached deep inside me.
“I can’t . . . I can’t take anymore. I’m coming!” My inner muscles locked, fluttered, pulsed.
“Then tell me to stop.”
I didn’t tell him to stop because I didn’t want him to. As much as it hurt and overwhelmed, this was the part I wanted more than anything else. “No.”
Leo kept his eyes on mine the entire time. He watched carefully for any signs he had gone too far, clearly ready to stop all of this the moment he detected any changes from me. When he was sure I was telling the truth he picked up the pace. “You’ll take all of me then. You’ll take what I give and you’ll like it.”
How was he able to do that without belittling me? It was a new and, quite frankly, wonderful change from what I was used to. He never called me a bitch or cunt. He didn’t degrade me.
“God, Leo.” My orgasm climbed higher and higher as he pounded me. “Oh god.” Tears sprang into my eyes.
“You’re mine tonight, love,” he growled. “All mine.”
The tension snapped and I came hard. Tears poured from my eyes but Leo kept his thrusts hard and steady, forcing me to feel every sensitive inch of my body from my pulsing clitoris to my throbbing pussy. My channel squeezed his cock, attempting and failing to keep him inside. I wanted to ride him. I struggled to break free, roll him over and take him the way I wanted, but he held me down. I came and came, yelling and fighting him until finally . . . finally he came too.
“Jesus,” he moaned, slamming into me several more times before he thrust deep, grinding against my pulsing center, and shuddered with release.
Reckless Love is out December 11th, 2018
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Meet Marie Hamilton (Leo’s Boss)
Greg
I needed my fucking coffee like I needed air to breathe. If one more person stopped me from getting my cup I was going to put my fist through their face.
“Greg!” The familiar shout stopped me in my tracks.
“What?” I clenched my fist at my side and counted to ten. As much as I wanted to punch Stephen, it was probably bad form to hit a cop—friend or not.
“Damn. Chill out. I was just going to tell you that you left your window down.” Stephen was leaning out the side of his police car which was stopped only a couple of feet away from me.
I glanced up at the sky. Rain was moving in, but it wasn’t here yet. I’d be in and out of the coffee shop in a minute. “Thanks. I think I’ll take my chances.”
Stephen looked at me like I was crazy. “Suit yourself. Have a nice afternoon.” And with a wave he was gone.