Scandal: The Reckless Series, Book #3 (The Reckless Crew) (10 page)

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.

H
e’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.

“
L
ooking 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 interrupts 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.

“I’m checking out that sweet ass each time you take a turn.”

“Whatever, you just brought me here to kick my ass, not watch it.”

“What can I say, I’m a competitive man?”

Our lips connect and tongues dance for a long time. Probably way too long for a public place. When I pull up and look over my shoulder, I notice a man at the bar studying us. He doesn’t look away when I stare back at him. Chills run over my skin. Kip places me to the side and takes his turn. I look over my shoulder and notice the man taking a pull from his long neck, not breaking eye contact.

I turn back swiftly, but already have his face memorized. It’s familiar. I scour my memory trying to place it. My breathing begins to race out of control, my fingers fumble together, and then I decide I won’t let this break me. I won’t let it overwhelm our beautiful night.

“No sour face for a strike, baby.” Kip pats my shoulder and then must notice my mood change. “You okay?”

I nod. Then use a coping strategy my counselor has taught me before standing up. I focus on the man in front of me and all the positives in my current life. I’m a strong woman who no one will ever control again.

“Help me?” I ask.

Kip’s more than willing to help me, making sure to have his hands all over me as we walk to the dotted line. He instructs me to line my toes up and how many steps to take before letting go of the ball.

“I don’t think your hand on my tit is helping.”

“Aim for the center,” he tells me and then lets his other hand roam down my side.

“You’re not helping. You’re distracting me, big guy.”

His head dips low to my neck and he kisses his way all the way along it. “Good luck kisses, baby girl.”

He lets go of me and steps back. I gain my composure, take a few inhales of air, and then do my four steps up to the line and let the ball fly. It sails in the air a bit too long and makes a loud thud on the shiny hardwood floor.

It rolls dead center and then drifts to the left. I keep my hands clutched over my mouth hoping for it dart back center. Right before it plops into the gutter, it takes down two pins.

“Oh my God.” I jump up and down then turn around and fly into Kip’s arms.

My legs wrap around his waist and I hug him tight.

“Good job, baby.” He runs his hand through my short hair.

“I love bowling.”

He laughs deeply against my shoulder. Both of our stomachs growl in unison, so we order a bunch of greasy food, drink a few beers, and play dumb arcade games. Kip wins a few stuffed animals for me out of the claw machine and I squeal like a little girl every time he pulls one of the cheap toys up.

There’s no way in hell I’ll be able to hold all of them on the way back home. I hand a few out to a group of girls who are bored out of their mind waiting on their parents’ bowling game. I keep the striped tiger hugged close to my chest. It reminds me of Kip, my protector.

I’m shocked when we walk out into the parking lot and it’s dark already. I guess it’s true, time flies when you’re having fun. The drive back to his place is just as relaxing as it always is behind him on the powerful machine. When he kills the engine outside the garage, Boozer runs up to us.

I hop off quickly and pat his head while cooing to him.

“If I didn’t love that damn dog so much I’d be jealous of him,” Kip’s deep voice sends chills over my exposed skin.

“I have enough love for you too.” I grab his hand as we walk into the house.

“Dad’s gone for the next few days.”

“Really?”

I know exactly what he means, but feel like playing dumb.

“Yeah, some out of town conference.”

“Means we can throw a raging party!” My voice now sounds like a high school girl.

“Really?” He’s now the one asking a question.

“Yeah, and order in lots of food and trash the place. I loved ragers in college. Bet Darby could get us a party crowd rounded up in thirty minutes.”

Kip throws his hat to the counter and runs his hands through his hair in frustration. I can’t keep the joke up any longer before a huge smile spreads across my face.

“Got you.”

“Jesus.” He grabs me by the waist.

“Payback for kicking my ass in bowling.”

He pecks me on the lips and then says, “I’ll take your tiger away.”

“Oh please, don’t,” I whine.

“Go to the room. I’ll be there in a second.” He pats my ass.

I walk on clouds waltzing to the room, nearly tripping over Boozer. I catch myself with my injured arm on the wall and feel the pain. It’s a slight reminder this soft cast doesn’t hold much support. I open the door to my room while staring down at the handle.

It takes me a few moments to gather my bearings before looking up and when I do I nearly pass out. There’s red everywhere. It takes my sight a few minutes to focus in before I scream Kip’s name.

“Yes.” He walks up behind me wrapping his arms low around my waist.

I take in the sight of lit candles, rose petals adorning every thing, and the love letter on the center of the bed. The petals nearly make me dizzy. They are everywhere.

“How?” The one word slips off my tongue.

“I had some help.”

“It’s gorgeous.”

“Not as beautiful as you, babe.” He pulls me back tighter. “I’m pretty sure the standard is sex on the third date.”

I remain silent wanting to pick up a soft petal and rub it against my lips.

“Chloe, it’s okay if you’re not ready.”

I spin in his arms with tears filling my eyes. “I’m so ready.”

Kip backs me up to the bed until my legs hit it.

“I need to go let Boozer back in. I’ll be right back.” He kisses me quickly before rushing out of the room.

Delicately, I brush away the rose petals before sitting down on any of the precious miracles. I pluck one from the bed and twirl it in my fingers before bringing it to my lips. The note with his sexy handwriting on it sits next to me. I want to open, but in the same moment I want to cherish this moment forever.

After several seconds flow by in my trance, I finally pull it from the bed.

Chloe,

I’ve waited for this night for my whole life. I never thought I’d find a woman who made me feel alive again. You’ve done this since the day I met you.

I want to give you the world and experience everything with you. You’re a warrior who has taken back her life and it makes me a stronger man just watching you.

It’s hard to say I love you because it’s so much more than that. Our souls have entangled and there’s no way to find out where they start and end. You’re my inspiration to be a better person and you’ve shown me how to live again right alongside you. It’s more than love. It’s the reason God put us on Earth, so I more than love you.

Kip

PS- If the heart sticker isn’t sticky or torn then Darby read this too.

I hold the sweetest love letter tight to my chest and don’t fight the tears this time. It’s an odd sensation to have the proof of eternal happiness flowing down my face. It’s bittersweet in the same moment. This world has meaning and now I’m living proof.

I hear Kip walk back into the room and peer up to him. I stand slowly when all I want to do is run into his arms. I study him as he makes his way slowly over to me. I cherish each movement of his body until we are toe to toe.

My hand darts out and pulls the hem of his shirt over his head. He repeats the action with my shirt. I move to his jeans, unbutton, and tug them down. He does the same to my shorts. We don’t talk or indulge the need printed on our lips.

Kip breaks the cycle unclasping my bra letting it fall to the ground, wraps me in a low hug, and pushes me back on the bed. Our bodies mold together into one. I feel the soft petals under my skin while my hands roam up and down on his back. His forehead rests on mine with our noses and lips lined up without moving.

We stare into each other’s eyes, letting them speak all the words needed in this moment. Kip darts his tongue out, licking his lips. His scent overwhelms the sugary one of the rose petals framing us. My hands move from his back to cup his masculine, hard set jaw.

“Make love to me, Kip.”

He bites his lower lip before moving. He trails kisses from my temple all the way down my body. He stalls and pays attention to each nipple. I clutch the comforter on either side of me and buck up into him. His teeth catch the top of my lacy panties before dragging them all the way down. He doesn’t look up to me before ducking his face between my open legs.

He works me over in a way he never has. It’s slow and sweet. Almost painfully slow, but I don’t rush a moment of it because it’s a memory I want to imprint in my mind forever. He doesn’t bring me over the edge, but instead stands up and pulls down his black boxers.

Kip begins to round the bed.

“No.” I shake my head.

“Chloe.” His voice is cracked up and I figure it’s because of the first word he’s let slip since walking back in.

“Now.” I grab his wrist and tug him back onto me.

Our bodies line up again and I feel him nudge at my entrance. My eyes act on reflex, shutting for a moment. Kip’s slow and as he enters me slowly.

“Open your eyes, baby.”

I listen and peer up into pure pools of love staring back down at me. He’s all the way in me, filling with so much more than I had ever thought possible. Kip drops his forehead to me. I clutch his ass in my healthy hand and force him to move. I can’t handle the stillness anymore.

He begins to move in and out of me. I feel wetness coating my face and bring a hand to my cheeks. It’s not my eyes. Kip has tears flowing out of his eyes. I bring my hand to his face and catch each one.

Kip hits me hard just in the right place, my back bows off the bed, and my head tilts up. Moans escape me while my hips buck up, milking Kip and receiving all the pleasure. He begins grunting and then collapses down harder on me, cupping my face.

It’s art pure and simple watching Kip release inside me. He collapses on my body and I’m in a position that I never want to leave.
God, please let him be mine forever.