Hard & Reckless (Club Reckless Book 1)

by Victoria Ashley

  The room is already dim, which makes this the perfect mood to get this started, before Cole gets off work.

  I just hope she’s ready for this . . .

  Brooke

  STEELING HIS JAW, JAMESON STANDS up and slowly unbuttons his white shirt, keeping his amber eyes on me as I watch him, my chest moving faster with each button he undoes.

  The firmness of his tattooed chest has me going crazy inside to touch him. I want nothing more than to run my fingers over every ridge of muscle and feel him.

  When he gets to the last button, he pulls the fabric back, giving me a perfect view of his perfect body.

  I can barely catch my breath as I watch, waiting to see what he’ll do next.

  Reaching for his glass, he tilts it back, looking so damn sexy, as he stands there with his chest and abs bared to me. His tight muscles flex with each move he makes as he takes a seat again.

  Not knowing what to say, I slam my glass back, emptying it half-way. The liquid burns my throat, but gives me the small distraction I need right now.

  Looks like he was right about me needing this drink.

  Knowing I’m watching his every move, he roughly runs his hand through his dark hair, while moving the other one down his body, stopping on his belt.

  My insides do flips as he yanks on the belt before undoing it and then undoing the button on his pants.

  He’s working slow, most likely knowing he’s working my body up with the anticipation of how far he plans on taking this.

  Surely, he’s not just going to whip his dick out and stroke it for me. Is he?

  I swallow at the thought and rub my thighs together, softly moaning from the sensation. I’m so damn sensitive right now that I’m afraid any movement might set me off.

  Breathing heavily, I grip onto the couch and dig my nails in when I hear Jameson’s zipper next.

  It seems so loud in the otherwise silence of the room. It’s as if it’s taunting me with its sound.

  “Jameson . . .” I breathe out. “Does Cole know you’re here?”

  He gives me a crooked smile and lowers the top of his pants, before running his palm over his erection and moaning. “He will . . .”

  I really should be questioning this more right now, but my mind can’t focus. Jameson’s body is enough to make a girl go stupid with need.

  My eyes seem to be glued to his strong hand as it continues to stroke his dick through the blue fabric of his boxer briefs.

  I know from my little experience earlier just how big it is and I can’t deny I wish I could touch it just like I did back at the club.

  “Want to see me come, Brooke?” he asks in a husky voice, while squeezing his dick. “I can finish what Cole started. No touching required.”

  Holy shit . . . holy shit.

  I find myself nodding. It’s as if he has some kind of control over my body, just by touching his own.

  My heart is beating so damn hard at the moment that I feel as if it’s about to burst through my chest as he slowly lowers his briefs, exposing the flesh of his extremely hard dick.

  We both moan out as he strokes it a few times with one hand, before grabbing it with both, while leaning his head back into the leather.

  “Be strong,” he growls out. “One touch and you’ll come for me. You want it to be when I do. Trust me.”

  I feel myself beginning to clench with each stroke of his perfect dick. I’m so close to the edge that I’m not sure I can hold back until he’s done.

  His deep moan has me digging my nails deeper into the couch, fighting to hold on for as long as I can.

  “I can’t,” I pant out. “I need to come right now, Jameson.”

  “Fuuuuck . . .” he digs his teeth into his bottom lip, while standing to his feet, giving me a better view of him stroking himself.

  His eyes close and he leans his head back, growling with each hard stroke of his dick.

  He’s like a masterpiece standing before me, his body so perfectly sculpted and his deep moans like music to my fucking ears.

  How the hell can someone make me feel like this? How can someone make me want to come undone without a single touch.

  I’m so close . . . so fucking close.

  “Now,” he orders. “Touch yourself.”

  Not able to hold back any longer, I slip my hand under my dress and run my thumb over my clit, losing it with one single touch, as Jameson growls out, catching his own release in his palm.

  Seeing his come coat his hand has me losing it harder than I ever have before.

  It’s so fucking hot.

  I close my eyes and lean my head into the leather couch, while fighting to catch my breath.

  I can’t believe that just happened.

  Now, I’m sitting here with soaked panties, my pussy throbbing so hard that I know I won’t be able to walk without crying out from the sensitivity.

  When I open my eyes again, Jameson is watching me with a confident smirk, while using his shirt to clean his hands off.

  “Cole should be on his way over,” he says stiffly. “I should get going.”

  Reaching over, he drinks the rest of his whiskey, before setting the empty glass back down on the table.

  Then he walks over to me, spreads my legs and slowly runs his fingers over my wet panties. “Fucking perfect,” he whispers. “That’ll save Cole the work of getting you ready for him.”

  My eyes move away from his hard chest to meet his gaze. “You’re leaving?” I question between breaths. “Not going to wait for your friend?”

  His jaw muscles flex as he looks me over. “It’s too soon for that. But I’m up for sharing the next time I visit. As long as Cole can handle it.”

  I release a slow breath and smile, wanting that more than anything. Something inside tells me I won’t be completely satisfied until I have them both at the same time now. “Let’s hope he can then,” I say through heavy pants.

  With that, he leans in and places a kiss to the side of my mouth, letting his soft lips linger for a few seconds. “Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight,” I whisper, unable to believe what just happened.

  A few seconds later, the door opens and closes, letting me know he’s gone.

  “What the hell just happened?” I whisper to myself, breathless.

  I find myself looking up at the clock to see that it’s now just a little past two.

  Cole should be here any second now.

  And as bad as it sounds, I need him inside me and fast. I want to pull his hair as he pounds into me, taking me hard and fast.

  As much as Jameson satisfied me with his dirty little show, there’s no way any woman can witness that and not want to have rough, dirty sex afterward.

  Just as I’m finally catching my breath, the door opens and Cole steps in, looking powerful and on edge.

  His eyes land to me on the couch and he must be able to tell how worked up I am, because he doesn’t waste any time coming at me.

  He’s so damn sexy right now, breathing heavily as he picks me up to my feet and yanks my dress off over my head.

  Without a word, he places his hand between my legs and slowly runs his fingers over my wet pussy. “I saw Jameson on the way in,” he says tightly. “Did he fuck you?”

  I shake my head, before moaning out as his thumb brushes over my sensitive clit.

  “Good.”

  Ripping the buttons of his shirt open, he yanks his shirt off, revealing his firm chest, before undoing his pants and kicking them to the side.

  With heated eyes, he steps toward me, gripping my face roughly, before crushing his lips to mine and biting me so hard that he almost draws blood.

  That one kiss feels so much rougher and deeper than the rest. As if he has something to prove.

  With his lips still on mine, he yanks my bra off, before slipping his hand into my panties and burying two of his fingers inside of me.

  I can hear just how wet Jameson left me as Cole pumps in and out of me.

  I can tell he noti
ces too, because he lets out a frustrated breath, before picking me up and carrying me to my room. Once we get close enough to the bed, he roughly tosses me onto it.

  My breath gets knocked out of me for a quick second, but that quickly doesn’t matter anymore as I lay back and watch him step out of his black boxer briefs.

  He’s hard and I can see the bead of moisture on the head of his dick, before he wipes his thumb over it.

  “Better hold onto the mattress, babe. This might get a little fucking rough.”

  Walking over to the side of my bed, he reaches into my nightstand and pulls out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth, before rolling it on.

  My body is aching so damn bad to have him inside of me that I’m not sure if I should be aggravated with Jameson or thankful.

  Cole has always turned me on, but with just seeing Jameson touch himself for me, everything seems to be intensified at the moment. They’re the perfect team to make a girl go crazy with need.

  With force, Cole grabs me and flips me over, grabbing the back of my neck as he yanks my panties down and slaps my ass.

  He slaps it one more time with a growl, before rubbing his erection over my entrance and then pushing inside of me.

  I cry out from the intrusion and grip the blanket as I scream. “Cole!”

  “Scream my name again.” He pulls out of me and slams back inside, making me scream. “Louder this time. I want the neighbors to hear it.”

  He rams into me so hard that I scream out, and grip the blankets tighter. “Cole! Fuck . . . oh fuck . . .”

  He wraps his hand into my hair and pulls my head back, digging his teeth into my neck as he continues to thrust inside of me.

  Within a few minutes, I cry out from my orgasm, digging my nails into Cole’s arm as I come around his dick.

  “That’s it,” he growls against my ear. “I love it when your pussy clenches around my dick. So fucking tight.”

  Wrapping one of his arms around my neck, he grabs my breasts with his other and pounds into me so fast and hard that I bounce up with each thrust, it hurting as I come back down, our bodies slapping together.

  After about twenty more minutes of one of the best fucks of my life, Cole bites my shoulder, growling out as he comes inside the condom.

  I can feel it filling the condom and this leads me to coming again, imagining the both of them filling me.

  This is dirty . . .

  Yet so fucking exciting.

  I need to have these boys at the same time.

  My body won’t be completely satisfied until I do . . .

  Jameson

  I DIDN’T SLEEP FOR SHIT last night. Not even a bottle of whiskey was enough to calm my fucking racing mind.

  Between my phone going off with numerous texts from Katie begging me to see her, I couldn’t get the look on Brooke’s face when I made her come leave my mind.

  She was so damn beautiful coming undone for me, that I can’t stop myself from wanting to make it happen again.

  Her lust filled eyes gave her away.

  I’m getting under her skin and leaving my mark. I have no doubt after last night I’ve made her want me sexually almost as much as she want’s Cole.

  I was hoping last night would make me feel somewhat better about Cole fucking me over, but I’m not even close to being over wanting to choke him yet.

  Yeah . . . I made his girl come for me, but I haven’t even touched her yet. She hasn’t felt what it’s like to have me inside of her.

  Katie felt what it was like to have Cole, now Brooke has to feel what it’s like to have me. This is the only way for me to move past this.

  It’s going to piss Cole off in the process, but in the end, I’m hoping it’s enough to let me forgive my best friend and move on.

  Twenty years of friendship is worth a lot to me. Cole is my family and this will tell me if it’s worth just as much to him.

  He knows me. He knows I have to do this shit and he knew it the second he made his decision to fuck my girl.

  From the look Cole gave me when we passed each other in the hallway of Brooke’s apartment last night; I think he knows just as well as I do how this is all going to play out.

  He’s going to play along for a bit, while secretly stabbing me in his fucking mind, wanting to kill my ass for putting him through this.

  The fucker’s sorry for what he did, even if he did have a good reason like he said.

  That’s exactly why he hasn’t come to my doorstep to choke my ass out for last night yet.

  And within the next thirty minutes, I’ll be sharing sections A and B with him, trying to keep my cool.

  If he has something to say about the shit I pulled last night, he’ll have a damn good chance of letting me know when he gets here.

  I pull my bike into the parking lot of Club Reckless and hear the faint sound of music coming from the cornfield to the left of the building.

  Smiling, I jump off my bike and head my ass down the beaten path to see Rowdy laying in the back of his truck surrounded by a cloud of smoke.

  He’s liked parking in the middle of the cornfield ever since I first met him at the age of sixteen. It’s like his chill spot. So, I guess you can say him getting a job at the club was perfect for him.

  The closer I get to his truck, I see him waving his arm around in the air while singing to Highly Suspect.

  “It’s just I’m not that good of a person,” he sings at the top of his lungs, before taking a hit of his blunt and singing the next part. “But I might be enough for you. And I got enough love for two.”

  Rowdy’s totally lost in his high and music, not even bothering to open his eyes until I’m jumping into the back of his truck to join him.

  “Hey. Want some of this shit?” He taps my arm and holds out his blunt. “It’s almost gone.”

  I shake my head. “Nah, man. It’s all you.”

  He shrugs and takes two quick hits before putting it out with his fingers and shoving it into his shirt pocket.

  “How long you been out here?” I reach into the cooler for a beer and pop the top off, hoping it will help me relax a bit before my shift starts.

  “About an hour. It’s so relaxing out here. No one fucks with you in the dark in the middle of a fucking cornfield.” He laughs and reaches for his own beer now. “Cole stopped by my place earlier. He looked pretty tense and didn’t say much. Just mentioned that Serge was filling in for him tonight.”

  Tilting my beer back, I take a moment to enjoy my drink before responding. I should’ve known Cole would need some time before seeing my ass after what I did to Brooke last night. “Yeah well. Let’s just say I went to see his girl last night. My guess is he wants to kill me and is talking himself down from it.”

  Rowdy shakes his head and runs a hand through his messy hair, while releasing a deep breath. “You two are going to fuck things up for good if you keep going on like this. Then I’m stuck in the middle and shit.”

  I watch as he takes a swig of his beer, looking just about as stressed as I do now. He could be right.

  “Maybe,” I say. “But I can’t stop until he knows what it felt like when he fucked me over. It hurt like a bitch and it still does. I can’t sleep for shit without thinking about that night. It fucking haunts me, man. Besides . . . what I’m doing is far less shitty than what he did. He’s been talking to this girl for what? A few weeks at most? I’m not doing anything but making him work harder to get her.”

  “I get it,” he says, before taking a long drink of his beer and pulling out his stash of joints. “That’s not something you’ll easily get over and I wouldn’t expect you too. Cole needs to pay for what he did. The fucker deserves it. But have you thought about what’ll happen if you fall for his girl? Then what?”

  I let out a small laugh. This dude must be really high, thinking all hard and shit. He seemed cool about this the other day. “That won’t happen, Rowdy. She may be beautiful, but I’m going in this with my dick, not my heart. This is to get back at Co
le and nothing more.”

  “Okay, motherfucker.” He gives me a hard look, his bloodshot eyes wide. “And what about the girl? Does she get hurt in the process because of your guy’s little fucking pissing match?”

  “Fuck no,” I growl out, my chest aching at the thought. Hurting her is the last thing I want to do. I’m not a heartless dick. “I’d never hurt Brooke. It’s all about her pleasure and in the end, she can stay with Cole and everything will be good. I’ll just be that guy she fucked and Cole will be the guy she fell for.”

  Rowdy doesn’t look the least bit convinced. “And if she falls for both?”

  “She won’t. Fuck with the questions.” I jump out of his truck and empty back the beer, before setting the empty bottle down. “I’ll make sure of it.”

  “Hey!” Rowdy shouts as I walk away.

  I stop and turn around. “What?”

  “There’s one thing you both should know.” He smirks. “My dick is bigger than the both of yours so if you both fall for her, I’ll have to come in and steal her away.”

  “Alright, fucker.” I shake my head and let out a small laugh. “I guess we’ll see about that.”

  His music turns up and he goes back to singing, getting lost in his own little world again.

  Let’s hope it won’t come down to that shit. No fucking falling . . .

  I SHOULD’VE KNOWN WITH ALL the times I sent Katie away from my doorstep that she’d end up here at the club, hunting my ass down.

  “ . . . will you at least look at me?”

  With my back pressed against the side of the building, I look up at her and blow out a steady stream of smoke. “The only reason I’m even out here right now with you is because you got Mason involved and he told me to get rid of your ass before you make a scene at his club.”

  I push away from the wall and get in her face, my muscles flexing when she reaches out and wraps her arms around my neck. “It hurts so much. Jameson–”

  “No,” I growl, cutting her off. “You should’ve thought about how much it’d hurt when you were riding my best friend’s dick. I hope it felt really fucking good as he filled you. Because if it didn’t . . .” I lean in to speak against her lips. “You lost me for nothing.”