Scandal: The Reckless Series, Book #3 (The Reckless Crew)

by Bellus,HJ

  He finally kills the engine in a parking lot. Most of the asphalt is covered with sand and I recognize the spot immediately. I’d attended a few bonfires here the first summer I was in town.

  “Are you hungry?” he asks, turning his head back to me.

  “Not for food.” I squeeze him tighter. “Darby and I had dinner before we went and watched sexy men shake it.”

  “Nice.”

  I steady myself on his shoulders and swing my leg off the back of the bike. I’m proud to say I’m getting better at it, but still not as smooth as Kip. He grabs me by the waist before I have a chance to steady myself. He tugs me near him and then grabs the back of my thigh, guiding me back on the bike to face him.

  My legs go over the top of his and my arms wrap around his neck.

  “I want to see you.”

  I blush with embarrassment. My cheeks heat to an inferno state with his words. Something has changed between us and it’s like seeing Kip for the first time.

  He brushes away the hair hugging my cheek and then soothes my skin with his palm.

  “Your blush is adorable.” He leans forward until our lips touch. “We’re going to do this the right way.”

  “Kip.” One word escapes me.

  “I’ve never dated and I’m going to do this right.”

  “Never?” I ask.

  He shakes his head side to side and I shiver with the sensation of his lips moving on mine.

  “I’m no virgin, but I’ve never let another woman in my life.”

  “Why?”

  “Never anyone worth my time.”

  “Kip, I think I’m falling in love with you.”

  “Chloe, if I’m being honest I fell in love with you the first time I scooped you up in my arms.”

  “In the shelter?”

  He nods.

  “I was broken.”

  “You were beautiful. I saw it all in your eyes. I saw everything you were and could be.”

  “No one has ever said that to me.”

  “I plan to tell you the rest of my days and even more, make you feel it.”

  His lips crash on mine and I kiss my boyfriend like there’s no tomorrow. We’re both hungry as our lips fight to seal to each other. His tongue darts out and I don’t hesitate to open up to him. Just like his hands and actions, his tongue caresses me with protection and admiration.

  I tease Kip’s tongue, mimicking his actions. His teeth graze my bottom lip and he swallows all of my moans. I unlock my hands and roam them up under his shirt, tracing the ink I’ve memorized on his chest. The images I’ve been dying to ask him about, but never have. Kip’s fingers play with the button on my capris until they snap open and the zipper goes down.

  He doesn’t waste time sinking his hand down under my panties. When his fingers linger over my folds we both freeze. He drops his forehead to mine, leaving my lips bare.

  “I’m doing this right. We need to go slow, Chloe. I want all of you. You need to heal.”

  “Kip…”

  He cuts me off before I can counter his statement.

  “I’ve dreamed night after night about how your face will look releasing all over me. I need to see it tonight, but we’re stopping there.”

  It’s like he’s convincing himself we can’t go any further.

  “I want you,” I whisper.

  “You have me.”

  He nestles his fingers in my heat and I lean back, giving him space. I need him inside of me, all of him. But I’ll take what I can get. My reaction causes him to tease my entrance with long swipes of his fingers.

  “Kip.”

  He lightly flicks my clit causing me to moan and grind down on him, asking for more.

  “Look at me or I’ll fucking stop,” he growls.

  I throw my head up and stare into his chocolate glazed eyes.

  He keeps his promise, slowly sinking one finger inside me. He moves it slowly in and out of me. I feel myself coating him in juices and it makes me heat up even more. I didn’t even know that was possible in this moment. He adds a finger, expanding me and filling me and then lays the pad of his thumb on my clit. I scream out in pleasure.

  “More,” I beg. “I need more of you, Kip.”

  He picks up the pace, making it easy for my hips to find the same tempo. My hand flies to his forearm and I dig my nails into his skin. He smiles, encouraging my release to spill over. He goes deeper, hitting something inside of me and everything explodes.

  “Oh, oh, oh, Kip.” I grip tighter to his forearm, feeling the tangled web of emotions ready to burst.

  “That’s my girl. Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Chloe. Your tits bouncing up with our motion is hurting my dick.”

  “Kiiiiiiip,” I sing out his name as I release on his fingers.

  He lets out a loud growl and flexes up his hips, but doesn’t remove his hand. If there was heated tension between us before then all out war has invaded us now. I sit forward and fumble to get his pants open and my hand down them. He doesn’t stop me as he pulls my shirt from my head and then frees my bra.

  His free hand begins rolling a nipple between his fingers. I’m riding his hand again, finding the perfect amount of friction to ride out another orgasm. He helps me while sinking his fingers deeper while applying pressure to my clit.

  I struggle for a few moments until I have palmed him. My fingers struggle to wrap around him and I moan imagining how he’d feel in me.

  “Jesus, Chloe.” He throws his head back.

  I find a bead of cum on the tip and swirl it around on his head before gliding all the way down him. I start slow with a light grip working him base to tip and then tighten it and work his head.

  My hips match the speed of my hand and I’m screaming out another release.

  “Stop. You have to stop, Chloe,” he grits out between his teeth.

  I don’t like not listening to him, but there’s no way in hell I’m stopping.

  “You got to see my face and now I get to see yours.”

  I slide my weight off to the side, giving him time to slip his hand from my capris. Immediately, I regret the idea because I feel hollow without him tucked in there. It takes me a few moments to get off the bike while clutching his cock with my good hand and balancing to my feet. He slides his leg over the bike to face me.

  The sound of the sand crunching under his kickstand grinds when he relaxes a bit, but keeps most of the weight on his feet. I sink down to my knees continuing to stroke him. I lick my lips and then peek up to him. Kip’s eyes are focused down on me. I can tell he’s uncomfortable with me on my knees and I’m about to fix that little problem.

  I circle my tongue around the head and am awarded with a light groan from him. I lick my way from the base to tip underneath it and then take him in my mouth, gliding as far down as I can. It’s a silky hard shaft that tastes amazing against my tongue. I graze him lightly with my teeth before sucking him hard, working the head over.

  His hands wrap in my hair, gripping it tight and guiding my head. I groan on his cock. I deep throat him as far as I can. The head hits the back of my mouth, causing his thighs to quiver against my palms. I glide back off, swirling around the head of him.

  “Chloe, stop,” he warns.

  I ignore him once again, feeling on top of the world knowing I’m about to drive him crazy. His palms go down on my shoulders and try to pry me away. I grip tighter to his thighs never stopping the movement with my mouth.

  “Fuck, Chloe, fuck. Holy shit, woman.”

  I feel the first squirt of his release on the back of my throat, but don’t stop until I’ve taken all of his cum in. He softens a bit in my mouth but continues to pulse. I make sure to lap him clean.

  He pulls me up by the arms until I’m standing, facing him. Kip kisses me lightly before pulling back.

  “I see you don’t know what slow means.”

  I lean further into him, loving the feel of his already hardened dick pressed against my stomach.

  “Best first date ever.�
� I smile against his lips.

  Twenty

  Chloe

  He’s on me again. I feel his warmth stroking me in all the right ways. I try to roll over not wanting the amazing dream to end, but I’m held down. I panic when I can’t move and open my eyes.

  “Good morning.” Kip smiles up from between my legs.

  I prop my head up to peer down at his smiling eyes and then moan instead of replying with words.

  “Time for a second date.”

  His eyes disappear for a second as he sinks down lower. His tongue swipes between my folds long enough for his fingers to go inside me. Then he’s swirling his tongue around my sensitive bud. My hands lace in his hair and tug him closer. My hips writhe in pleasure. With each movement the sensation intensifies.

  He sucks me hard into his mouth and I explode all over his lips. Kip silently crawls back up my body until we’re face to face. His lips cover mine and I’m not shy about cleaning him off. Our tongues tangle into each other, fighting desperately to become one.

  He moves from my lips, trailing kisses down the side of my neck. He licks up the crook of my neck and nibbles on my skin.

  “Best second date ever.” I hold tight to his back.

  “I agree.” He smiles on my skin.

  His hardened erection pushes in my center and I want so much more.

  “Do you have condoms, Kip?”

  He growls out in frustration. “We need to take it slow, baby.”

  God, I love it when he calls me that.

  “I want all of you,” I protest.

  “You have no idea how badly I want to be buried deep inside of you, but not yet.”

  The sound of the door opening shocks both of us.

  “Kip, oh good lord. Okay, my hand is over my eyes.”

  Kip turns his head and I peek up to see his dad standing in the doorway. Thank fuck my guy is covering all of me in this moment.

  “Just reminding you guys about Chloe’s appointment today.”

  “Got it, old man,” Kip replies with not even a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

  “You have condoms, right? Sorry, it’s the physician in me.”

  “Got it.”

  “See you this afternoon.”

  The door clicks closed and Boozer bounces up on the bed trying to wiggle his large frame between us.

  I slap my forehead. “That was slightly awkward.”

  He only shrugs. My stomach sinks with a horrible feeling.

  “You must be used to getting caught with women like this.”

  It’s out before I can even make it sound nice.

  “Chloe.” He pulls back and quirks an eyebrow. “I’ve told you.”

  “Told me what?” I fight to wiggle away from underneath him.

  “I’ve never had a girlfriend or even brought one home.”

  “Whatever.” I slap his shoulder, playing it off.

  I know I’m being dumb, but can’t help the sting of disappointing burning my skin.

  “No, not whatever. I’m serious.”

  “You should’ve been embarrassed.”

  “I’m a fucking adult. My dad isn’t naïve. Look at me, Chloe.” He turns my head to face him. “I’m not embarrassed to be with you or even being caught.”

  I fight back the tears and only nod.

  “I fucking mean it.” He reaches over on the nightstand to grab his phone.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Calling my dad since you don’t believe me.” He dials a number before I can snatch it from his hand. I try again, but he’s too fast.

  Kip sits up, relaxing back on his heels, and clicks the phone to speaker mode.

  “Kip, stop,” I try to warn him.

  “Hello.”

  “Dad, it’s Kip.”

  “No shit, I have your number.”

  “Dad, how many girls have I ever brought home?”

  “Uh, one.”

  “And her name?”

  “Chloe.”

  “How many girlfriends have I had?”

  “I’m guessing one.”

  “And her name?”

  “I’m guessing Chloe, but haven’t officially heard.”

  “Thanks, bye.”

  He clicks the phone off before his dad can respond and then covers me again.

  “Now, do you believe me, Chloe?”

  I nod and then whisper, “Sorry.”

  He goes to put his finger in his nose, but I stop him by grabbing his forearm. He’s stronger than me, but entertains me.

  “My dad and I are closer than most. We’ve been through a lot.”

  “I get it.”

  Because I really do. He’s opened up about his mother and I know his father had to be the one there for him the whole time.

  “This is new for both of us. Don’t run.”

  “Okay, can this officially awkward moment be over?” I offer up a weak grin.

  “Please.”

  I step into the shower with Kip. He’d popped up off the bed and started it. He didn’t exactly extend an invite, but since we are now boyfriend and girlfriend I take the opportunity. He looks at me curiously when he realizes I’m naked and stepping in.

  “I need to shower.” I step closer and feel his arms wrap low around my waist.

  “This is dangerous,” he growls.

  “We’ve done it before.”

  “That was different.”

  “How?” I ask.

  “I was in shorts and you were hurt. I was taking care of you and now I’m loving you.”

  Kip lowers his lips to my neck and peppers kisses up and down the sensitive skin. I melt in his arms, letting him eat me up. One of his hands sneak down between us and he has me worked up in a matter of minutes. My melted state has now vanished and I’m tensed up, ready to fall over the edge. Kip’s hardened cock bobs between us and I know I should reach down and grab him, but I can’t focus.

  The rustling of the bag wrapped tight around my cast distracts me, but then he flicks my bud roughly and I scream. I let my forehead fall to his shoulder and feel embarrassed about how loud I was.

  “Jesus, Chloe, you’re going to kill me.”

  “Mmmmm, I think it’s more like I’m going to die of death via unearthly orgasms.”

  “None of that, baby.”

  “My turn.” I reach down with my good hand, stroking him from base to tip until I’m in complete control.

  Twenty-One

  Chloe

  “Looking good, girl.” Kip’s dad readjusts his glasses. “The X-rays look great.”

  My arm looks weak, smells gross, and has a nasty scar running up the length of it.

  “Physical therapy and a wrap for the next few months for you.”

  Kip clears his throat. “The lawyer thinks having the cast on it from surgery would be best, you know for the court date.”

  “It’s fine.” I turn to Kip. “I’m not going there to showcase what he’s done to me. I’m cutting all ties and taking my life back.”

  It’s been the mantra my counselor has helped me with. Every minute and day that goes by I believe it deeper in my soul.

  “Okay.” Kip’s dad derails the awkward situation. “Need any more pain medication?”

  “No, I’ve been feeling really good.”

  “Excellent. You’re a blessed lady. This could’ve turned out so much worse.”

  “I chalk it up to a great surgeon.” I give his dad a wink.

  He gives me a gentle hug before walking out of the small room. Kip stands to his feet and helps me off the table and then wraps me in a tight hug. He’s careful not to bump my exposed arm. I’m not sure how he can stand the smell wafting off it. It feels amazing to wrap my arms around his neck. I’m unable to connect my hands, so I run my good one through the back of his hair.

  “I’m so proud of you, Chloe.”

  “It’s you, Kip. It’s the notebook and everything between.”

  “It’s your badass bravery, baby.”

  A nurse int
errupts us and I should feel ashamed wrapped up in Kip’s arms, but I don’t. He helps me back up on the table and the nurse goes about wrapping my arm. With the new soft cast I’m able to flex my arm easier and even can unwrap it to shower. It’s the last link of my own prison being set free.

  “Where are we going?” I ask when I nestle behind him on the motorcycle.

  “Our third date,” he replies.

  “Oh, I’m excited.” I squeeze him tighter.

  His hand rests on top of his thigh. “It will be in public, so you can’t take advantage of me.”

  “Jerk.” I bite his neck.

  Kip kicks the bike to life and growls back at me. We drive for a long time and I don’t even have a care in the world where we’re heading off to. I should be getting nervous that the court day is just a week out, but I’m not and that feels even sweeter. I’m living life and pretty sure I’m kicking ass at it.

  Kip pulls into a bowling alley in a new town. He kills the engine and I hop off, adjusting my shorts that have decided to eat my cooter.

  “Okay there, tiger?” he asks, watching me.

  “Hem in the cooter.”

  He laughs and scrubs his face.

  “What are we doing?”

  “Bowling.” He points at the sign and gives me a half smile.

  “No shit,” I deadpan.

  He grabs my hand and guides me into the bowling alley. A mixture of fried food and stale cigarette smoke assaults us as soon as we step in.

  I lean in to whisper to him. “I wouldn’t peg you as a bowler.”

  Kip shrugs. “I’ve always daydreamed about taking a girlfriend bowling.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, then when you wore those tight little shorts I figured I could check out your ass all night.”

  I shake my head and follow Kip as he pays for a lane and gets our shoes. I’m shocked when he knows my shoe size and controls everything. He’s definitely doing the date thing pure gentlemen style.

  “I’m calling bullshit on watching my ass,” I say, walking back to Kip and plopping into his lap.

  I’ve just thrown my fourth gutter ball in a row after Kip has four straight strikes. Odd animals and other shit pop up on the screen highlighting his score to my pathetic zero.