Page 19 of Reckless With You

No, I couldn’t go there. But I totally wanted to.

Of course, then there was the whole idea of doing naughty things to her as she did equally wicked things to me. But that wasn’t going to happen. It couldn’t.

I hadn’t really noticed her curves before because I shouldn’t have. And she was usually dressed in work clothes, and more often than not, covered in dirt. I liked her covered in dirt. It meant that she worked with her hands, and I knew she was damn good at her job.

In dirt. Dirty. Filthy.

Wrong direction for my thoughts.

I had seen her in a bathing suit before so I knew she had curves, but I hadn’t noticed them. No, I had told myselfnotto notice them.

Because if I noticed them, then I’d want them.

I would wanther.

And I couldn’t. She was my best friend’s little sister. Devin would not only kill me, he’d also probably castrate and do other horrific things to me.

Not because he was an overprotective asshole, but because he knew me. I was good with women, great with them actually. I was kind, but I wasn’t in the market for a commitment. I knew what happened when you fell in love with someone too hard and too fast. You ended up getting married and having babies when you shouldn’t. You ended up doing stupid shit that got you killed and then sent your kid off to multiple foster homes.

And then that kid, with asthma and night terrors of the times his parents were always drunk and high ended up in foster care until he was eighteen. Because nobody really wanted a kid with guaranteed high medical bills and night terrors.

Yeah, that’s what happened when you stuck with one woman when you weren’t that type of person.

I never cheated, never dated more than one woman at a time, but I did not need anything else.

I was fine the way I was.

And if I kept telling myself that, then maybe I would believe it.

But it wasn’t like Devin’s parents were any better.

Devin’s mom had cheated more than once, I remembered that much from Devin’s drunken rants when we were in college and getting drunk on cheap beer and grain alcohol.

The Carrs’ dad had drunk himself to death, so we didn’t really get drunk all that often. We still didn’t. But there had been that one time with the grain alcohol. Never again.

I held back a shudder, even as my hands tightened on Amelia’s waist.

I really needed to get out of this bed.

It was just…the moment I did that, she would wake up, and everything would change.

No, it wouldn’t. I wouldn’t let it.

Everything would be fine.

Before I could think about anything more, though, she let out a groan. I froze.

My hand was still on her waist, my cock still pressed against her butt. Maybe she wouldn’t notice. Perhaps she would think it was morning wood. Maybe I should, too. Yes, it was totally that. It wasn’t the inappropriate thoughts currently running rampant through my brain.

“Tobey?” she asked, her voice sounding like sandpaper.

Well. That put me in my place, didn’t it? Made sense, though. Didn’t it? Of course, it would be Tobey behind her with his cock pressed against her. Totally not me. Amelia and I weren’t even great friends. I was better friends with Devin. Amelia was just there. Like I was.

I cleared my throat and slowly pulled my softening erection from her backside. Listening to the woman you were currently thinking dirty thoughts about saying another man’s name really wasn’t a turn-on.

And, yeah, I was an asshole. But I had earned that title.

“Not Tobey,” I said, trying to sound cheery and wide-awake. I was fine. Everything was fine.