Free Come to Me Recklessly by A. L. Jackson

they were high and defined, accentuating the sharp line of her jaw. It only drew attention to the delicate skin that graced the soft slope of her neck. Skin I’d do just about anything to get lost in. Those deep blue eyes were keen with an understanding that came only with loss, but still wide and pure and enough to see straight through me, like with just a glance she could crush every wall I’d ever set in place.
    And that body… God, that body was just too much. Every kind of perfection. She was thin, but not skinny, her hips curvy and her chest full. Her legs were strong and toned, almost defiant in their stance when she faced me, even though I’d seen the way her knees had rocked when my gaze first locked on her eyes.
    Her blond hair, so light it was almost white, had been cut in long sheets that fell around her slender shoulders to the middle of her back, and her bangs hung across her forehead to form a frame around that beautiful face that had haunted me for years.
    Which brought me right back to that mouth.
    Good God, that mouth. I didn’t know how I stopped myself. Overwhelming desire had taken me like a damned prisoner. It’d taken my all not to crush myself to those lips that were so red and lush.
    Instead I’d uttered the worst kind of profanity – pure and blatant blasphemy – as I demanded that she stay out of my life and out of my family’s lives.
    Because there was no piece of me that could handle her here.
    “What the hell is your problem?” With the venomous voice, I jerked to look over my shoulder.
    Kristen stood with her arms crossed over her chest, her tits making a bid to climb right over the top of her collar. She was all ruffled and pissed and offended, her face twisted up in a sneer.
    I’d forgotten she was even here.
    Of course, I’d used her like a goddamned prop when I’d found Samantha there, and a second was spent feeling guilty for employing her as a tactic in some kind of defective defense mechanism. But really, that pang of guilt was all wrapped up in the expression that had slurred across Samantha’s face, reflecting back betrayal and disloyalty.
    Which was exactly what it’d been.
    “Christopher, what do you think you’re doing here?” Aly demanded from behind, stepping inside.
    Awesome.
 
    I was getting assaulted on all sides, by Kristen, who thought I owed her something, and by my sister, who I was feeling just a little bit pissed off at. All week I’d known something was up. Aly had been acting all sketchy while Jared’s mouth had remained locked up tight. Neither of them had said a word or thought it’d be wise to give me a warning. Like they didn’t have a single clue how seeing her would mess me up.
    I had to admit, that was probably the truth. None of them had a single clue. Because over the years, I’d remained just as tight-lipped as the two of them had this week.
    It was much easier to live up to my reputation, give myself over to being a lecherous asshole, than admit I’d gone and let myself get crushed up by a tiny girl who shouldn’t ever have had the power to turn me inside out.
    I turned and glared at my sister, who passed Ella off to Jared. Jared stood right behind Aly, watching me over her shoulder, his eyes digging deep, as if he were trying to search through my thoughts. Aly fretted, looking behind me toward the door, clearly more concerned for her guest who had fled than for me.
    That kind of pissed me off, too. “What the hell was she doing here?” It came as a harsh rasp.
    “I invited her,” Aly shot back on a hard whisper, like she had every right in the world to summon Samantha back into our lives.
    I laughed, the sound humorless and mocking. I drove my hands through my hair and looked toward the ceiling. I leveled my eyes back on her.
“You invited her.”
I drew out the words, testing out just how angry I was against the roaring in my ears that was screaming at me to run after Samantha, just to get a taste.
    Just one more taste and