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  Reckless

  A Carolina Coastal Novel

  Kelsey Cheyenne

  Reckless © 2020 by Kelsey Cheyenne All Rights Reserved.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Kelsey Cheyenne

  Visit my website at www.kelseycheyenne.com

  Printed in the United States of America

  First Printing: October 2020

  To everyone who’s ever felt broken. You’re whole, even with your jagged edges.

  Contents

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-One

  Twenty-Two

  Twenty-Three

  Twenty-Four

  Twenty-Five

  Twenty-Six

  Twenty-Seven

  Twenty-Eight

  Twenty-Nine

  Thirty

  Thirty-One

  Epilogue

  Part One

  Author’s Note

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  More by Kelsey

  One

  Flynn

  “Let’s go, bitch. The guys won’t wait for us all night.” My best friend, Cara Blanchard, is dressed in a skimpy hot pink dress hugging her curves. She’s standing beside me, checking herself out in the mirror and fluffing her red hair over her shoulder.

  “As if any of those boys are worth my time,” I retort.

  “I guess that’s what happens when you sleep your way through them all. Twice.”

  I hip check her out of the way and alternate holding my hair up in a ponytail and letting it fall around my shoulders, debating how to wear it tonight. I opt to leave it down, letting the long tresses fall all the way down near my waist. I tug on my dress, pulling it down to give off more cleavage.

  “If you pull the top down any further I’ll see your nipples.”

  “I have tape on, relax.” She’s just jealous because my tits are bigger than hers.

  After swiping red lipstick on, I allow myself to be dragged from my room and out the door to the Uber.

  We get to the club at quarter to midnight and the place is packed. I finally turned twenty-one last week, which means I didn’t have to bribe my way in tonight by giving the bouncer a blowjob. Thank God. I think he was getting a little too attached and I don’t do commitment.

  Speaking of my commitment issues… “Damon, hi.” My ex-fuck buddy stands before me and drags his gaze down my body like he wants to swallow me whole.

  “Flynn, you’re looking sexy as hell.” He hugs me, one hand sitting a little too low on my ass to be considered casual. His tongue darts out on the shell of my ear as he presses a kiss to the sensitive spot. He’s putty in my hands, but I don’t want to play tonight. At least, not with him.

  “Mind getting me a drink?” I turn on the charm because I need some booze and I didn’t bring any cash. Money’s irrelevant anyway when you look like me. Thanks to my full, pouty lips and even fuller tits, I never have to pay for a drink.

  My ex scurries along, eager to please in hopes of landing in my bed. The desperation is boring. A real man would make me work for it, keep me on my toes. There’s nothing exciting about a sure thing. These boys latch on like newborn puppies, following my every move. They don’t get it. Once I fuck them, it’s game over.

  Damon’s cock was big enough to keep me interested for more than one night, but he got comfortable. He wanted to introduce me to his parents and tell people I was his girlfriend. He left me no choice. I ended things cold turkey and fucked his brother to get my point across.

  No guy in his right mind wants to introduce me to his parents when I’ve fucked multiple family members. I’m not a girl guys take home to mom. I’m the girl they take home for a night and I’m good with that.

  Unfortunately, Damon’s latching on like a kid still breastfeeding with a mouthful of teeth. His grip on me is tighter than my new nipple clamps.

  I’m not saying I’m faultless, but a free drink is a free drink.

  “Are you ever going to stop toying with that boy? You’re like Scar toying with the mouse in The Lion King.”

  “I may grin like the Cheshire cat but we all know I ain’t no Disney character.” I settle into the U-shaped booth, smack dab in the center, right where I belong. Damon worms his way in, pushing all of our friends aside to squeeze in beside me and slide me my drink.

  Cara sits on my right and our other bestie completing our trifecta, Dani Caldwell, is beside her. Surrounding our booth is Damon’s roommate, Jeff, as well as Dani’s boyfriend, Jace. There are a few others taking up space, but most of them aren’t even worth mentioning.

  I take a sip of my drink, ready to kick this party up a notch. My jack and ginger ale is weak, not even burning as it glides down my throat. I push the glass to the side. I need something stronger.

  “I’m going to get some shots. Anyone want anything?” I’ll put it on Damon’s tab. He won’t mind.

  “I’ll come with you.” My ex’s offer has me rolling my eyes.

  “I’m good. I’ll be right back.” I push my way through a mass of sweaty bodies writhing against one another on the dance floor. The beat reverberates in my bones, calling to me like my own personal siren song.

  I spot an awkward guy in the fold, bouncing on his feet and utterly alone. I’ll put him out of his misery.

  I beeline for him, not giving a fuck if he has a girlfriend in the bathroom or a boyfriend at the bar. I drape my arms over his shoulders and allow the music to run through my veins like a second heartbeat. We’re chest to chest, our hips rubbing together in an erotic dry hump.

  In a flash, I spin around and push my ass against his cock. I dip low, losing myself in the thrum of the bass. Mystery man’s hands find my waist, teasing the skin exposed from the cutouts of my dress.

  He has man hands; rough, calloused. I’m sure they’d know what they were doing if I were writhing beneath him in bed. Or against a bathroom wall.

  I turn once more, ready to take this man’s mouth with my own when a pair of eyes catch mine at the bar. Hazel orbs are fixated on me, watching my every move. If he wants a show, I’ll give him one.

  I may be grinding on one man’s cock, but the guy at the bar has my full attention. His expression gives nothing away. His stare is cool steel and his mouth is unassuming. The sexy man takes a swig of amber liquid and I’m mesmerized watching his Adam’s apple bob.

  The song ends and though it leads seamlessly into another, I step away without a second glance to the man I was just dry humping. He calls to me, “Hey, wait!” but I keep going. He’ll forget about me soon enough.

  I take a seat at the bar directly beside Hazel Eyes, but I don’t look at him. I won’t make
the first move. He will.

  I wave off the bartender when she comes over and I recognize her. Her name’s Skye and I’m sure she’d give me a drink for free considering I’ve fucked her, but I don’t push it. I have eyes for someone else tonight.

  He lifts his drink and the motion causes his scent to waft over to me. It’s a woodsy, handsome smell. He emanates sex and money: my two favorite things.

  “Tell me your name.” Direct. I like it. His voice drapes over me like expensive silk sheets. It’s gravelly, erotic. If a voice was capable of dripping knowledge and power, his timbre would do it.

  “Flynn.” I shift on my stool and my already short dress scoots higher on my thigh. I don’t adjust it.

  “That’s unique.”

  “So am I.” My future fuck is tall, dark, and handsome as hell. I’d fuck him even if his every pore didn’t ooze money; the fact that he does is merely a bonus.

  “I’m Liam.” He has to be in his late twenties at least, maybe more. His body is hard and toned; he likely spends hours in the gym.

  “Liam.” His eyes dilate as his name rolls off my tongue like hot fudge pouring over a sundae. There’s no other outward display of his desire for me, but I know it’s there.

  His white button up is rolled to his elbows, displaying a shiny silver Rolex on his left wrist. The veins in his forearms pop with the slight effort of lifting his glass to his lips.

  “Care to buy me a drink, Liam?” I lean over to touch his leg, giving him a fantastic view down my dress.

  “Nah, I think you should be sober if you plan to come home with me tonight.” I smirk and the space between my thighs floods with heat.

  Most women would play coy, but I know what and more importantly who I want.

  I take the drink out of his hand, careful not to graze his skin. Delayed gratification and all that. I swallow the rest of his drink and hop off the stool.

  “Ready to go?” His gentle laugh warms me from the inside out more than the liquor did.

  I text my friends I’m leaving right as Damon struts up beside me.

  “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” His gaze is on my tits which works in my favor since that way he doesn’t see my eye roll.

  “I was just leaving.” The man behind me finally gets off his stool and invades my space. His shirt brushes against my back and the temptation to lean back into him is strong. My idiot ex, however, can’t read the fucking room.

  “Dude, back up a little, give her some space.” The ex who can’t stay away places a hand around my elbow and tugs. “Flynn, let’s go.” Both his words and his actions cause me to see red.

  I yank my arm out of his grasp and nearly hit Liam’s torso with the force. It’s then I notice how tall my future one night stand is. In my five inch heels, I’m eye to eye with Damon, reaching a solid six feet. Liam, however, has a few inches on me, which is a major bonus.

  “As the lady said, we are leaving.” Liam’s hand finds my lower back and the connection is electric. The initial touch feels almost as if the room is full of static and he shocked me. If his hand holds this much power over my clothes, what will his dick feel like inside me?

  “Flynn,” Damon lowers his head to whisper in my ear, “are you sure about this? You don’t even know this guy.”

  Sure, maybe Liam is a serial killer and I’ll end up on a late night 20/20 special, but my middle name should’ve been reckless and if the last thing I do is fuck this man, so be it. His fingertips are jolting and I refuse to miss out on his potential.

  My laugh is light as it bubbles out from between my lips. “Don’t forget, Damon, there was a time when we didn’t know each other either.” I pat his cheek to be extra condescending and walk away.

  “Let’s go.” The horny rumble of Liam’s voice in my ear is a stark contrast to the pathetic whine of the boy trying to stop me from leaving.

  I smile like a devil over my shoulder and ever-so-slightly lean into Liam. “Lead the way.”

  Two

  Liam

  Flynn is fucking enigmatic. I don’t know what I was looking for when I waltzed into the bar after finalizing my divorce, but a celebratory fuck seems like a winning option.

  Her energy is addictive and her sexuality is refreshing. She can’t be more than twenty-five, but I don’t give a fuck. I just got out of a shitty marriage I was trapped in for fifteen years. Tonight I can be a little selfish and have a good fucking time.

  My sole whiskey didn’t do shit in terms of getting buzzed and I’m glad I nursed it for so long. I’m also glad Miranda and I separated over a year ago and I have a fan-fucking-tastic apartment with a stellar view.

  Not so different from the erection inducing view in front of me now.

  Flynn’s tight little body is wrapped in a black skin tight dress with a low V-neck and cut outs down the sides. It’s a scrap of fabric I could probably rip off her with ease and I just might.

  Her long black hair is begging to be wrapped around my fist and I’m itching to have her exotic, tan little body writhe underneath me.

  Her eyes are dilated with desire, the chestnut orbs hiding under heavy lids. Her plump lips are fuck-me red and I’m hoping the base of my cock will be wearing the same shade soon.

  I lead her out of the club and the valet grabs my jet black Saab. I open the door for her even though I know damn well she’s not looking for a gentleman tonight.

  “How far away is your place?” she asks after I climb into my seat. She’s turned to face me and makes no move to put on her seatbelt.

  “Less than twenty minutes.”

  “That’s too long.” I start the car as she reaches over, undoing my belt and the button on my pants. Thank fuck I’ve been hard since I saw her dancing with that nobody back there.

  She reaches into my boxers and pulls my cock out of the front opening in my briefs. Without asking permission or waiting for a response, she bends down. Her hair tickles against my right arm, but the sensation is nothing compared to her breath hitting the head of my swollen dick. The wet heat has my balls slamming up into me, ready to burst already like I’m a fucking teenager all over again.

  I’d only ever been with my wife and her cold void of a body became anything but tempting these last few years.

  When my dick hits the back of Flynn’s throat, I lurch upright, causing my hand to jerk the steering wheel, moving us dangerously close to the oncoming lane of traffic. A car horn screams at us and Flynn fucking laughs.

  “Careful, Liam. If you crash I might bite your dick off and what a shame that would be.” She clucks her tongue as her eyes bore up into mine. Her smirk eggs me on; I can be a dick if that’s how she wants to play this.

  “Did I tell you you could stop? Suck.” I use one hand to push her head back down to my bobbing cock. She takes it eagerly, moaning like a porn star and sucking hard.

  After ten minutes my balls are ready to burst. “You’re gonna have to stop now or be prepared to swallow, sweetheart.” She groans and takes me deeper. I let go, coming in her mouth while she slurps it all down.

  “Mmm. You taste as good as you look, but next time you come, it better be in my pussy.” If it were possible for me to be hard again, I would be.

  She tucks me back into my pants and straightens into her own seat as I pull into my parking garage. After I park, she hops out and struts her fine ass to the elevators, not bothering to wait for me.

  Once we step into the car, she leans back against the wall and I hit the button for the eighteenth floor. Though I got off mere minutes ago and I’m still riding that high, I can sense the awkward tension in the air.

  “So…what do you do?” My attempt to break the ice falls short and Flynn rolls her eyes.

  “Please, we don’t have to make small talk and pretend to be interested in anything more than our genitalia.” Her lips are still swollen from taking my cock, but that doesn’t stop me from gripping her face and kissing her hard.

  This girl doesn’t give a fuck about anything. She’s here
to use me as much, if not more, as I plan to use her. It’s goddamn refreshing.

  The elevator pings on my floor and I take her hand, leading her to my apartment. I open the door and she wanders in, kicking her shoes off in the entryway, not giving a shit where they land or if they hit anything. In the darkness, she’s drawn to the glass wall of windows showcasing the view of the city. Her dark hair is mussed and in the shadows, she’s nothing but a silhouette eclipsing the view.

  She whistles and spins around, taking in my place. “Nice digs.” She waltzes over to the wet bar and flips open a glass to help herself to my favorite whiskey.

  After pouring two fingers and taking a large swig, she groans in appreciation as the amber liquid glides down her throat. She licks her lips and it makes my dick come back to life in my pants.

  I cross the room, grabbing the tumbler out of her hand and finish the drink. Once more, I grab her hand, and this time, I take her to my bedroom.

  My room is along the same glass wall, allowing a view from my four-poster king-sized bed. Most nights I pull the privacy curtain closed to sleep, but fucking Flynn with the city lights illuminating her stellar body sounds fucking incredible.

  I’m more methodical about removing my clothes compared to my one-night-stand. I take my shoes off in my walk-in closet, lining them up on the floor. When I walk back out, Flynn is already pulling her dress over her head, exposing herself to the city below. She’s completely naked under her dress and begging to be taken against the windows.

  “You’re a little overdressed,” She purrs. Her lips are pursed as she stands proud with her hands on her hips. She has no shame about being herself, not to me or the world outside my windows.

  She strides over to me, her long legs carrying her across the room at the same increased tempo my heart is beating. This is really fucking happening. A woman aside from my wife sucked my dick and now I’m going to fuck her tight little holes.

  I take a brief moment to appreciate her body as she struts over to me. Her legs are a mile long and her pretty pussy has a landing strip directing me where to go. A bar with two black diamonds on each end pierces her belly button and two matching bars sit through each of her nipples.