RECKLESS - Part 3 (The RECKLESS Series) Read Online Free PDF

already know. To a gig somewhere.” I stuck my tongue out at her.
    “Not just any gig, chick. The gig.”
    “What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, propping my arm under my head.
    Becca shook her head at me and crossed her arms over her chest. “Not until you spill it.”
    I blew out a huff of air, sending my blonde bangs up around my head. I loved her to pieces, but she could be a real pain in my ass sometimes. “Fine,” I huffed. “What do you want to know?”
    “Was he the controlling type? Like Fifty Shades shit? Or just rough?”
    “Neither, actually.”
    Becca’s face scrunched in confusion. “Huh. Surely, I thought sex on legs Richardson would be dominating.”
    “He was... in control, but not rough.”
    I watched as Becca’s mouth twisted and moved back and forth. “Eh, maybe that’ll come later, after he breaks you in,” she finally said with a wink.
    My face scrunched. “What, am I? A horse now?”
    “Might as well be,” she said with a shrug. “You’re about as skittish as an untamed mare.”
    “Oh, now what’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, sitting up on my bed and throwing the pillow at her.
    She caught it, mid-air and then tossed at the foot of my bed. “Just that you overthink everything. And that you’re constantly running from things you don’t understand or can’t plan. Honestly, I’m surprised you even slept with him at all.”
    “It wasn’t easy,” I muttered.
    “So what happened after?” she asked.
    It was my turn to shrug. “Nothing, really. We went to sleep, woke up, I said I was worried about being just another one of his groupies, he got pissed, kissed me, and then we rode home in silence.”
    Becca’s mouth dropped open as she blinked a few times, apparently not sure if she’d heard me correctly. “All three hours?”
    “Yep.”
    “Shit, girl. You must have hit a real button there.”
    I shook my head at her. “I don’t know. I mean, he did mention something about his dad, and I know his ex cheated on him... but I don’t see how that—“
    “Oh, my God.” Becca’s eyes were the size of dinosaur eggs and her mouth was even bigger.
    “What?”
    “Jace Richardson has a thing against cheating.”
    “I knew that already,” I said, shrugging.
    “No.” She shook her head violently. “Like, a serious issue. And maybe he thought that’s what you were saying, you know, with the whole groupie thing.”
    “That’s really not what I meant though,” I said, biting at the inside of my cheek.
    “Maybe not, but I’ll bet that’s the way he took it.”
    Shit, now I felt like a real jerk. “Well, at least I apologized, I guess,” I said, despite the apparent lack of relief in my voice and in my heart.
    “Just make it up to him tonight,” Becca said with a wink.
    “Oh, you really are awful.” I rolled my eyes and plopped back down, determined to get some rest before whatever was coming later that night.
    “I know.”

***
    Becca was all decked out in her tulle skirt and intentionally shredded Reckless t-shirt before I even got up out of bed. She was also bouncing off the walls.
    “Just wait til you see it, Andy,” she squealed. “It is the most epic event of the year.”
    “Yeah, but what am I going to wear?” I asked, staring into my closet. I did still have that number I’d worn the night of the concert, the red leather top and black miniskirt... but wouldn’t that look bad, hanging on Jace’s arm wearing something that ridiculously revealing?
    “Your man has already taken care of that,” Becca said, tapping my shoulder.
    I whirled around to face her. As soon as I did, my eyes went wide. “Oh my—“
    Nodding her head, a shit-eating grin on her face, Becca handed me the outfit she was holding in her hand. “Uh-huh. Now go! He’s going to be here in thirty minutes!”
    After taking a quick shower, I slipped into the dress that Jace had left for me. The top of the outfit, fashioned to look like a t-shirt, had the band’s name