Reckless (38 page)

I huffed as I straightened myself. She had a point. I locked eyes with Kellan. The people around us resumed what they were doing now that the mini-fight was over. Evan patted my shoulder as he
walked away with the other D-Bags. Matt tore Griffin away. Thankfully, or maybe unthankfully, no one from the media had witnessed the “lovers’” spat. I didn’t know what to
think of my husband at the moment. Part of me understood—he was a performer, he was on stage, he wouldn’t have made a huge spectacle in front of so many people. The rest of me had
Sienna’s words wrapped tight around it like a vice. He hadn’t pulled away. Had he kissed her back?

Not able to stomach looking at him anymore, I turned on my heel and stumbled away. He was behind me a second later. “I’m drunk, Kiera. It happened so fast, I didn’t have time
to—”

Spinning around, I lifted my finger to his face. “I know!”

I turned back around, and he continued following me. “Then why are you mad?”

Sighing, I turned around again. It made me a little dizzy. “Because I’m drunk too!”

When I attempted to spin around again, Kellan grabbed my arm. “Would you stop walking away from me, please?” Irritated, I gazed at him as best I could. “Are you mad at
me?” he pointedly asked.

My feelings still swirling, I countered with, “I don’t know. Did you kiss her back?”

Kellan’s mouth dropped open, and I saw the struggle in his eyes. He could lie as seamlessly as he could sing. I’d seen him do it. It was one of the many issues that had held back our
relationship for so long. It’s hard to trust someone who was so comfortable being duplicitous. But I had absolutely no room to talk on the matter, so I tried really hard to never use that
fact against him. We were both capable of horrible things. Which is why honesty was so important to us now.

Mouth in a firm line, he told me, “Just for a micro-second.” As my eyes misted, he started rambling. “I’m drunk, she caught me off guard. It was instinct. I moved my lips
once, just a tiny fraction of an inch, but I didn’t do it again. I pushed her away when I realized what was happening, but the lights had already blacked out by that point.” He tossed
his hands up. “Griffin’s gotten more action out of me, but I have to say yes to be honest with you.”

I wanted to be angry at him, I really did, but I understood him too well, and I was actually sort of proud of him for telling me a painful truth when a white lie would have been so much easier.
Sniffling, because it did hurt a little bit, I slung my arms around his neck and pulled him tight.

“It’s okay,” I murmured in his ear, “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at her.”

His body relaxed against mine. “So am I.”

I had no idea how long I’d been on the road at this point, but I was getting used to the constant traveling. Sleeping had been difficult at first; the motion of the bus
kept waking me up, especially when it turned or slowed down. But now I barely noticed it. The bus could probably slam to a stop, dumping me to the floor, and I wouldn’t wake up. Well, okay,
that
might wake me up.

As was typical most times I opened my eyes, the bus was moving. It took a while to tear down Sienna’s shows—they were much more theatrical than Justin’s small tour had
been—so the busses usually started their journey to the next venue late at night or early in the morning. Some of the stars and members of the crew utilized the hotel rooms provided to sleep
for a few hours, but Kellan and I liked our private room on the bus, so we stayed if we could.

As I looked over at the world rushing past the wide window on the far side of the bus, I noticed that it was early in the morning; a rosy glow was still in the sky. Kellan’s toy muscle car
that I’d given him last Christmas was perched on the ledge, gently rolling back and forth with the rocking movement of the bus. As was also typical first thing in the morning, I was alone in
our bed. Kellan was on the floor of the bus, doing pushups. It was something he routinely did when he first woke up—push-ups and sit-ups. He said it was to keep his body conditioned, but I
think it helped clear his mind too; Kellan didn’t always sleep well. I was usually asleep while he was exercising, but occasionally I’d hear him, wake up, and secretly watch him while I
dozed on and off. I usually had some pretty fantastic dreams in that half-awake state.

Peeking over the edge of the bed, my smile was unstoppable as I mentally traced the lines of his bare back. Kellan’s arms were shaking as he fluidly moved up and down. I wondered how long
he’d been working out while I slept. He really pushed himself sometimes, almost like he was punishing himself.

I hoped his fervor this morning had nothing to do with Sienna. She hadn’t kissed him again on stage, but the fan photos of that moment were everywhere.
True love sealed in a kiss,
was the tagline often used with it. The gossip magazines were having a field day with Kellan and Sienna now touring together. I’d seen more stories about how they “couldn’t stay
away from each other” than I cared to count. Headlines like, “Kellan Kyle Ditches Tour with Avoiding Redemption to Rush to His Lover’s Side” were all too common. Everyone
was enamored with the fact that, regardless of his abject denial of their relationship, Kellan seemingly couldn’t stay away from Sienna.

Wondering if Kellan was all right this morning, I whispered, “You okay?”

He paused an inch from the floor and looked up at me. Then his arms gave out and he crashed to the ground. Laughing a little, he mumbled, “Yeah, I’m good.” Standing up, he
swung out his arms; his muscles flexed and released as he stretched them out. “I just missed feeling sore, so I was doing a few extra today. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

My eyes drifted down to his signature black boxers. “You didn’t. I was ready to get up.”

Lifting up the covers, Kellan crawled back into bed with me. His skin was warm from working out; slightly moist, but not yet tacky. I cringed back from him anyway. “You’re
sweaty.”

Laughing, he clamped his legs around mine. “Well, we’ll just have to make you sweaty too, so it doesn’t bother you.”

I laced my arms around his neck and pulled him into me; it suddenly didn’t bother me anymore. As his lips lowered to my neck, I looked out the closest window. We were speeding down an
urban freeway in an early morning commute. A car was right beside us, and the driver was singing along to something like
he
was the lead singer of a rock band. I froze as I wondered again
about the glass. It had a dark tint to it, but could that guy see me?

Kellan didn’t notice I was distracted and started moving his lips down my neck. His fingers started bunching up my shirt in preparation to remove it. I groaned and half-closed my eyes, but
somehow managed to stop Kellan’s fingers. Intense bedroom eyes peeked up at me, and I swallowed as I nodded toward the glass. “Kellan, can they see us?”

Kellan glanced over at the car, not looking like he cared if the guy could or not. “No,” he quickly answered, bringing his lips back to mine.

Believing him, I let myself relax into his arms. There was something incredibly erotic about making love in a place that had the illusion of being very public. As cars buzzed around three sides
of us—each one of them with a stunning view, if only they knew—my body heated to a boiling point.

Breath intense, I helped Kellan strip off all of my clothes. When I was bare beneath him, his warm palm molded to my breast, gently squeezing. Wanting to return the favor, I slipped my hand down
the front of his shorts. He was fully ready for me. As I moved my hand along him, Kellan stopped kissing me. His breath started speeding up as he closed his eyes. He was gorgeous to watch, and I
ramped up my efforts. He dropped his head to my shoulder, slumping his chest against mine. “God, I love it when you touch me,” he groaned in my ear.

His words sent an ache straight to my core, and I suddenly wanted to do a lot more than touch him. I wanted to reduce him to a pile of incoherent rubble again. I wanted to make him cry out so
loud, that surely someone in a car zipping past us would hear him. Knowing that I
could
do all of those things made me feel both beautiful and seductive, and made me love being with him
even more.

Kellan didn’t give me a chance, though. Before I could make my move on him, he pulled his body out of my reach and started working his way down my skin. His fingers slid between my legs
right as his mouth closed over my breast. Clutching my pillow, I cried out like I’d wanted him to. As his fingers stoked the fire raging within me, I arched my back and glanced at the car
behind us; the driver following the bus looked so bored. I moaned and closed my eyes. If they only knew.

Kellan’s lips quickly trailed over my stomach, leaving tingling goose bumps in their wake. When he neared my waist, I started mumbling his name. I was gripping the pillow in my hands so
hard, I was sure it would tear any minute. Kellan reached where I needed him, but he didn’t do anything. I felt like I was going to die while I waited. He stilled my squirming hips, then he
lightly blew on me. I gasped, and commanded myself to not climax. It took a lot of willpower.

I thought I heard him laugh, but his tongue was on me then, so I didn’t much care if he was amused or not. Reaching down, I tangled my fingers in his hair. As I clenched and unclenched, he
alternated patterns up, over, and across my tender flesh. I couldn’t take anymore. As a burst of euphoria flooded through me, I cried out. Kellan gently brought me down, then worked his way
back up my body.

When I was taffy beneath him, soft, warm, and pliable, and now a little sweaty, he murmured, “I can never get past H with you.”

I had no idea what he meant, but I was reeling from my explosive release and didn’t really care. “What?”

I languidly ran my hand up his back as he started grinding his hips against mine. He was turning me up again, and it was working, the fire was rekindling. His lips followed my collarbone.
“The alphabet . . . I can never make it past H before you . . . finish.” He peeked up at me with hooded eyes.

“What . . . are you talking about?” I muttered.

He ran his nose up my throat, lightly tasting my skin with his tongue. That miraculous tongue worked its way over to my ear, and that’s when I finally caught on to what he was saying. I
looked over at his amused face. “You’re drawing the alphabet while you . . . ?”

He smiled, placing a light kiss on my slightly damp cheek. “It’s been a goal of mine to make it through the entire alphabet, but I’ve yet to do it.” His grin turned
cocky. “I’ll keep trying, though.”

Kellan removed his boxers, then ground his hips against me again. The very tip of him moved into me and I gasped and clenched his back. When he pulled away, I groaned; he was killing me.
“Has anyone done it to you?” I asked, restraining myself from grabbing his hips and forcing him to bury himself inside of me.

Kellan paused in kissing my neck. “The alphabet? No, I don’t think so.”

It was only then that I realized just what I’d asked him. Was that a strange question? Could that be done on a guy? Would he like that? Just the thought of doing that to him made my
earlier desire resurface full force. He’d just satisfied me. If I could give him just a fraction of that . . .

Before he could say anything else, I pushed him back and started working my way down his chest. His breath hitched as he caught on to what I was planning to do. “I know it’s not your
thing, Kiera. You don’t have to do something you don’t like to please me.” His eyes met mine as I peeked up at him. “I like tasting you, that’s why I do it.”

His words made an ache surge through me. Smiling into his belly button, I murmured, “No, it’s not my favorite thing. But I like the way you react to it.” I playfully bit into
the lean muscle of his lower abdomen, and Kellan’s eyes fluttered closed as he laid his head back on the pillow.

“Uh . . . ’kay,” he mumbled.

His hand threaded through my hair as I kissed the tip of him. Not really sure what I was going to do, I gently took him into my mouth. This really wasn’t my favorite thing, but hearing
Kellan’s reaction, the deep groan he made as he clenched my hair tight
was
one of my favorite things, and I focused on that. Working my hand over the long part of him, I alternated
bringing him deep into my mouth and letting him go so I could run my tongue over the top of him. I drew a different letter each time I swirled around the tip. Around G I could tell that I was
seriously driving him crazy. It drove me crazy too. I lost myself, getting more and more into it. Kellan’s hand wrapped in my hair started shaking, like he was restraining himself from
holding me down on him. On the letter L he was squirming around the bed, moaning my name. I nearly lost it, but I kept going with the elaborate tease. When I swirled my tongue around him in a giant
O, he sat up and pulled me off of him as he moved to his knees. Before I knew what he was doing, his lips were on mine, hard, needy, and he moved me so I was straddling him. Without a word, he
pulled my hips down, sinking me onto him—it stole my breath, it was so intense.

We held each other tight as we began to move together in a near frenzy; I’d never seen him so riled up. With cars still zipping past us, oblivious to our passion, I skyrocketed right over
the edge. Kellan stiffened a fraction of a second later, plummeting as well. When we were both spent, we slumped in each other’s arms. The driver behind us still looked apathetic, poor
soul.

Carefully lifting myself from Kellan’s lap, I collapsed onto the bed with a content sigh. Kellan snuggled up next to me, his breath erratic. As I twisted to cuddle into his chest, Kellan
let out a low groan. “Oh . . . my . . . God . . . that was amazing.”

Containing my smile, I murmured, “Well, looks like I didn’t get to finish the alphabet either.”

I felt a little wobbly when I made my way to the shower later. I could hear snoring on the other side of the curtain separating our room and the bathroom from the rest of the bus. Good, probably
nobody had heard us.
Wow, what a way to wake up
. My mind and body were completely energized and the creative juices were flowing. I kept my shower brief so I could get started on
writing.