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Reckless Weekend

Series: Reckless Beat , Book 2.5
By: Eden Summers | Other books by Eden Summers
Published By: Eden Summers
Published: Mar 05, 2014
ISBN # 9781311978530
Word Count: 44,900
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Eligible Price: $2.99

Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Epub, Mobipocket (.mobi)

Categories: Romance>Contemporary Romance>Romantic Comedy Romance>Erotic Romance


Reckless Weekend (Reckless Beat) by Eden Summers - Romance>Contemporary eBook

In Vegas, a lot can happen in twenty-four hours.

What do you get when you mix a rock band as hot as Reckless Beat, women strong enough to capture several of the bad boys’ hearts, and a bet that sparks a competitive streak?

Boundaries will be pushed, alcohol will be abused, and loads of sarcasm will be shared.

Once the games are over, it’s time to make a commitment. But love in the limelight is never easy. The past is trying to catch up with the present, and the pressure may be too hard to handle.

Seduction, torment, laughter, and heartbreak—one reckless weekend will test each member of the band and the women who’ve claimed their love.
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“Relax, Allie. Let me take the stress away.”

Alana whimpered at Mitchell’s softly spoken words, and the brush of his lips against her naked collarbone. She wanted to melt into the deliciousness of his touch. To sink into his masculine scent and be thoroughly pleasured. It wouldn’t happen, though. The pressure of the wedding had wound her body tight. There was also the anxiety that came from her mother’s presence, the bachelorette party that brought them to Vegas, and the dreaded honeymoon. Their romantic trip away had become the bane of her existence.

“You’re so tense.” He spoke in a gravel-rich tone, while one calloused hand massaged her shoulder.

She let out a heavy breath. “I can’t help it.” Really, she couldn’t. She’d been riding the epinephrine train too long to disembark temporarily to relax.

He guided her to the bed, and she fell back onto the luxurious hotel mattress, allowing her fiancé to spread her knees and move between them. He leaned into her, his naked body still wet from the shower, his muscles glistening. Not a day went by that she wasn’t thankful for the changes he brought to her life.

“God, you smell good,” he purred, the rough stubble of his jaw grazing her inner thigh. He leaned on his elbows, the edge of his lips tilting in a wicked grin as his gaze found her heat. “I’ve been trying to get you alone all day.”

Alana sighed, wishing arousal would take hold. “I’m sorry, but I told you, I’ve got too much on my mind to enjoy this right now.”

He climbed higher, the warmth of his chest settling between her bare legs, the heat of his breath tickling her skin. “Sounds like a challenge.” He lowered his face, his lips hovering a whisper away from her sex. Tempting. Teasing. “You’ve done so much work for this wedding. Let me do a little something for you.” He pressed his mouth to her pussy, separating her folds with a gentle stroke of his tongue before retreating. “What do you think, Allie? Can I play for a little while? Maybe take the edge off.”

Her core clenched, sparking to life with tingles that spread all the way through her stomach, tightening her nipples.

“This isn’t going to be as challenging as I thought.” He chuckled, and swiped her slit with his tongue. His arms wrapped around her thighs, holding her tight as his mouth sank further, becoming more demanding with every brush of his lips.

She squirmed, searching for deeper penetration, more friction. Her fingers ran through his chin-length hair and held him close. That’s when her mind regained control, assailing her with questions she didn’t want to answer. How would Mitchell do his hair for the wedding? Did he plan to get it styled? Cut? Would he shave? Did he realize the wedding photos would be displayed in magazines, on the television, and all over the Internet?

“I’ve lost you again, haven’t I?” He placed a gentle kiss on her mound.

She whimpered. This was so unfair. She had the most gorgeous rock star between her thighs, his sole focus on her pleasure, and still she couldn’t concentrate.

Two fingers teased her entrance, nudging, regaining her attention. She shuddered with her body’s need for more, and moaned when his mouth lowered to her clit, sucking, making it throb.

“That feels good,” she panted, releasing his hair. She skimmed her hands over her stomach, cupping her breasts and tweaking her now aching nipples.

His fingers slid deeper, twisting, pulsing, building her arousal until her thoughts were consumed with her impending climax. She needed this release. She needed the short moment of earth shattering bliss to get her through the coming days. Most of all, she needed him. Mitchell always soothed her.

“I want to touch you,” she whispered. The hardness of his body comforted her, lessening the harsh doubts and worries that assailed her. In these moments, when the two of them were caught in the web of lust and passion, nothing else mattered. It was the only thing that cleared her mind, yet she’d been too anxious lately to bother trying.

Mitchell rose, resting his weight on his hands, penetrating her with his hazel stare. “Do I have your full attention?” He leaned down to lick a trail along her stomach, stopping when he reached her nipple.

He sucked the hardened flesh into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, before releasing it with a pop. “Have you stopped thinking enough for me to enjoy this pretty little body of yours?”

She nodded, and rose to her elbows, making him retreat onto his haunches. “I want to touch you.”

He growled, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her forward for a deep kiss. Their tongues stroked, the slight taste of her own pleasure entering her mouth. She ran her hands down his body, from his shoulders, over the taut muscles of his stomach, to grip his thick erection.

“Stroke me,” he begged against her lips. “Hard.”

Nothing was more empowering than having Mitchell at her mercy. But instead of complying, she moved onto all fours, and rested her lips against the head of his cock. His hands tangled in her loose hair, and he moaned as she licked the pre-cum beading his slit.

He tugged at her hair, pulling her forward, encouraging her to take him deeper. “Christ, Allie, you make me so fuckin’ hard.”

Reckless Weekend

By: Eden Summers