Reckless (The Mason Family Series Book 3) by Adriana Locke (online e reader .txt) 📗

cabinet. He opens the lower cabinet doors and places one of my feet on each one. Thoughtful and sexy.

The condom is rolled down his shaft, and he positions himself between my legs. He runs a finger up my inner thigh and then through my wetness.

His eyes glimmer. “Wow, Jaxi.”

“I can’t help it,” I tell him. “Now take advantage of it.”

“I intend on doing just that.”

He lines the head up with my opening. I hold my breath and wait for him to ease his way in. Just as he parts me, he loses control.

I’m filled completely with Boone. It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’s so intense that I can’t see straight.

My head falls back as I try to feel everything he’s doing to me.

A hand cups my breast. Another wraps around my back. His mouth captures mine and the moan he elicits from it as he works himself in and out of my body.

I’ve never felt more beautiful, never more desired. I didn’t know this is what sex could be like.

It’s always been a transaction—an expectation in a relationship or used as a bargaining chip. It’s never been given freely and never with such reverence.

“Fuck,” he whispers near my ear.

There’s something about that word, about how hard and sexy the end sounds as it’s pressed into my skin, that makes me come apart.

I don’t know it’s going to happen. I don’t have time to warn him.

I open my mouth and shriek as a burst of energy shoots through me.

My legs stiffen; my body shakes. My head feels like it’s going to blow off my body.

Boone attacks my mouth again with his as he pumps into me in a heated frenzy. Each stroke brings me higher and higher until I’m sure I’m going to disintegrate into a heap on the kitchen counter.

“Fuck!” Boone shouts, shoving himself inside me.

His head tips back, his throat muscles bulging, as he loses himself too.

He’s inhumanely gorgeous as he succumbs to the pleasure. His fingertips bite into my skin, his glorious body vibrating with the force of the moment.

I can’t take it. I need him closer to me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down. I kiss his lips, his chin, and up his jawline until he finally collapses against me with his forehead resting on mine.

We pant, our bodies wet and hot. We come back to Earth together.

Finally, he chuckles and leans away so he can see me.

“You are a fucking vixen,” he says, his chuckle growing deeper.

“And you are still inside me.”

He shakes his head and pulls out of me. Then he offers me a hand and helps me off the counter.

I expect him to turn away and head to the bathroom. Instead, he surprises me when he pulls me in for another kiss.

“You were worth the wait,” he whispers in my ear.

“Longest few days of my life.”

He grins. It’s a different one than he’s given me before. This one melts my heart.

“I’ve waited for you my entire life,” he says sheepishly.

Then, as if he remembers who he is, he tugs at my hand.

“Come on,” he says. “Let’s go fuck in the bathroom now.”

My laughter fills the house as we traipse down the hallway.

Butt naked.

Like we have all the time in the world.

Twenty

Boone

“You never cease to amaze me.”

Wade pilots his car onto the freeway. His words float around his Mercedes GLS—an SUV that looks like he bought it this morning. There’s not a takeout wrapper on the floor or a cookie crumb to be seen.

“I didn’t expect you to want to go to Greyshell,” Wade says, continuing his thought.

“Well, you do cease to amaze me. Are you sure you’re not a serial killer?” I make a point of dragging my finger across the dash. “Not a speck of dirt. It’s suspicious.”

He glares at me.

“Also,” I say, settling back in my seat, “is there a reason you drive like a grandpa? For fuck’s sake, Wade. Hurry up.”

“We will get there in time. Relax.”

I know his vehicle is precious to him. I also know it’s a fucking machine.

But it’s Wade, and it’s me, and I have to screw with him a little bit.

“Bet my Audi would outrun you,” I say, needling him.

“Like hell it would. This is a GLS 550 with a V-8 in it. It’s the pinnacle of SUVs. It will go zero to sixty in five-point-two seconds.”

“So? I have an Audi A8.”

Wade grins. “And your Audi A8 will go zero to sixty in five-point-six seconds. Which, since you can’t math, is point-four seconds slower than mine.” He shrugs. “I do all of that with three rows.”

Fucker. 

“How do you know more about my car than I do?” I ask.

“Although we both subscribe to Car and Driver magazine, I read the articles while you look at the pictures. We are not the same.”

I hate when he’s right.

We ride quietly except for some classical music that Wade has on. I wonder what it’s like in his head. Does he play piano music while he’s going to bed, preparing him for dreams of facts and figures?

It’s odd that we’re related.

“I’ve noticed you’ve really started stepping up,” Wade says.

I gasp. “That is the first compliment you’ve ever given to me unprompted.”

“Will you shut up and have a conversation with me instead of trying to make a joke? Dammit, Boone.”

“Your man guy persona was cracked when you made friends with Rosie. Sucker.”

He makes a face. “Sucker? Yeah. Okay. Looked in the mirror lately, my friend?”

“We’re friends? That’s so nice, Wade.”

He shakes his head, unamused.

“I’m sorry. Thank you for noticing that I’ve been stepping up. I’m just trying to level up my game.” I flip down the visor and check my reflection. “It turns out that I don’t hate work. Isn’t that funny?”

“No. It’s in your blood.”

“I doubted that for a long time.”

“Honestly? Me too.”

I close the visor. “What? That I have work in my blood?”

“That you have Mason blood at all, if you really want to know.”

My jaw drops. Wade looks at me and snickers.

And Oliver’s