Reckless (Thoughtless Series #3)

Reckless (Thoughtless Series #3)

by S. C. Stephens


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ISBN-13: 9781476718200
Publisher: Gallery Books
Publication date: 03/05/2013
Series: Thoughtless Series , #3
Edition description: Original
Pages: 534
Sales rank: 510,144
Product dimensions: 5.42(w) x 8.04(h) x 1.40(d)

About the Author

S.C. Stephens is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the romantic trilogy Thoughtless, Effortless, and Reckless. All three titles are available from Gallery Books.

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Chapter 1

Temporary Bliss

I was stirred from sleep by a hand running up my thigh. Smiling, I stretched my tight limbs and placed my palm over the wandering fingers. The hand was warm and soft, and clasped mine, cinching tight. A cool ring of hard metal dug into my skin as he held me in his firm grasp and I smiled wider, fingering the matching band on the ring finger of my hand.

I’d gotten married last night . . . in the spiritual sense, at least. A soul-filled pledge of undying devotion was enough for us right now. And really, a formal ceremony and a piece of paper wasn’t what made a marriage. It was the feeling bursting apart my chest—the overwhelming sensation that I’d been cleaved in two at birth, and, miraculously, I’d managed to find my other half. And even more miraculously, he felt the same.

Soft lips touched my shoulder, and I snuggled further into the body seeking my solace. The sheets wrapped around us were the finest linens I’d ever slept in, but their luxuriousness paled in comparison to the man beside me. With his warm legs tangled around mine, his broad chest flush against my back, and his arms circled over and under me cradling my body to his, he was far more comfortable than the overpriced bed.

Pulling the fingers laced with mine up to my lips, I kissed the promise ring on his left hand. A low chuckle escaped him, then those sensuous lips of his worked their way up my neck. Warm and content, my skin instantly pricked with goose bumps as small bolts of electricity shot right through me.

When he got to my ear, he whispered, “Mornin’, Mrs. Kyle.”

My heart was instantly thudding in my chest. I twisted in his embrace until I could see him. Eyes the color of a twilight sky stared back at me, and a small smile curved his mouth as he searched my features. His face was perfect—the angle of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the fullness of his lips. At the moment, I couldn’t recall anything quite as beautiful as the man who’d just given me his name.

“Good morning, Mr. Kyle.”

A small giggle of disbelief escaped me, and Kellan’s smile widened. The contentment in his eyes was nearly palpable. It warmed my heart that I made him feel that way. He’d had enough pain in his life; he deserved peace. It was all a little surreal to me, the depth of his love, the fact that I inspired it. Sometimes, I didn’t feel worthy of him, but I was grateful for him, every day.

“I can’t believe we just did that, Kellan.”

He cocked an eyebrow, his grin instantly mischievous. “What? Have mind-blowing sex? That really shouldn’t surprise you.” His expression softened into adoration. “Every time with you is incredible.”

Biting my lip, I forced the flush he was making me feel aside. “I wasn’t talking about that.” Reaching up with my free hand, I stroked his jaw with my finger. “I meant getting married.”

Kellan propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at me. His gaze slid down to our hands locked together, to the ring encircling his finger. The look of contentment on his face shifted to outright bliss. I’d never seen him happier. “ ’Til death do us part,” he whispered.

Running my fingers down his chest, the hills and valleys of his absurdly defined body starting to ignite mine, I murmured, “My parents won’t accept you as my husband until you walk me down the aisle, you know.”

Remembering that I’d left them a vague message on the answering machine at Kellan’s place, since they were still in town for my graduation yesterday, I frowned. They were going to be so pissed when they woke up and heard that I’d run off and gotten married without including them. Honestly, I was a little surprised that my phone hadn’t rung yet . . . or that the hotel room door hadn’t been beaten down.

Kellan laughed and repositioned our bodies so that he was lying on top of me. Giving him a soft smile, I ran my fingertips down his back. He shuddered. “And I will. . . .” Leaning down, he placed a kiss on my neck, then my collarbone. My heart sped up. “I will give them the ceremony they want. . . .” Looking up at me, he let his lips trail from my collarbone to the top of my breast. I struggled to not squirm. “I’ll give you the wedding of your dreams, Kiera.”

His lips closed over my nipple then, and all of last night’s passion flooded back to me. As satisfying as our first union as husband and wife had been, I wanted more, I wanted him again. I didn’t think I’d ever stop wanting him in every way that that implied.

Just as my fingers drifted up to thread through his hair, my breath long past casual, his lips left the erogenous zone that they’d found. I looked down at him right as he looked up at me. Crooking a grin, he kissed between my breasts, then down my belly. Just the thought of him continuing on his southern path had me instantly aching for him. His grin turned cocky, like he knew it.

“I’ll give you everything, Kiera, but, until I can do it properly . . .” His tongue dipped into my belly button before trailing down my abdomen. I groaned and closed my eyes, simultaneously shifting my hips up and pushing his head down. I heard a throaty laugh escape him as his lips traveled down my thigh. His breath hot against my skin, he finally finished his sentence, “. . . we may as well enjoy the perks.”

Then his tongue brushed over my core and I lost all pretense of control.

• • •

It was several hours later that we were finally dressed and ready to leave our swanky hotel room. A quick inspection of my cell phone showed me that Kellan had turned it off sometime last night. I guess that explains why we hadn’t had any interruptions. Smirking at him as he grabbed his jacket from the plush bench in front of the vanity—a bench that we’d christened last night—I turned my cell phone back on. A new voicemail alert chirped at me; I was sure there were several of them.

Considering the fact that we’d be seeing my very unhappy parental units soon, I didn’t bother listening to the voice mails. I was pretty sure I knew what they all said anyway. “What were you thinking? You can’t marry him, Kiera. Get your ass back here so we can fly you home!” Etcetera. They were going to take a while to accept this union.

They were going to take even longer to accept the fact that I was soon to be hitting the road with my new husband. Even I was still in shock. Touring around the country with Kellan had been out of the question while I was still enrolled at school, but I was a graduate now, and I was free. I could do whatever I wanted. And I wanted to be with Kellan, wherever that may be.

My dad was kind of old school—go to college, graduate, and get a good job. Kellan hadn’t even gone to college. He’d run away from home right after high school and fallen into the Los Angeles music scene with Evan, Matt, and Griffin. He’d been playing with them ever since. Dad was mystified by Kellan’s life choices. And he was going to be furious with mine.

But it was my life to live, and I was going to do what felt right. And being with Kellan felt . . . amazing. There was no place I’d rather be than by his side. I wasn’t giving up on my dreams to live vicariously through Kellan’s, though. No, I was going to strive to make my dreams come true too, and it just so happened that my dream job lined up perfectly with his.

I wanted to be a writer, and that gave me a certain amount of freedom since I could do it anywhere so long as I had a bit of privacy. That might be tricky in a tour bus full of rowdy boys, but I was certain I could carve out a few hours every day to put something meaningful down on paper. I was in the middle of writing my first book, which was autobiographical in a sense, since it was based on actual events. It was a detailed, intimate depiction of everything that had happened between Denny, Kellan, and me. The love, the lust, the betrayal—it was all in there.

Writing it was torturous, but therapeutic. Taking a step back and looking at the situation through critical eyes, it was easy to see my many mistakes. There were points when I had been whiny, clingy, petty, wishy-washy . . . downright annoying. Seeing all of my flaws laid bare was a humbling experience. The book was so personal, I almost wasn’t sure if I could let anyone else read it. Especially Kellan. But he’d asked, and I’d told him he could. I didn’t want to go back on my word, so I would just have to reassure him with each painful page that I wasn’t that weak, pathetic girl anymore. I knew what I wanted, and it was him.

Scanning the room to make sure I wasn’t forgetting anything, my eyes swept over the messy bed. The rich, red comforter was a jumbled mess, and the creamy, satin sheets beneath it were twisted as well. Kellan and I had made good use of the king-sized space, rolling around over every inch of it as we’d explored each other. Our moans and cries of ecstasy were still reverberating through my head, and for the millionth time I was grateful that Kellan had agreed with my idea of renting a hotel room for our honeymoon. I couldn’t imagine doing the things we’d done last night at our place, with my parents in the next room.

Coming up behind me, Kellan wrapped his arms around my waist. I inhaled deeply, savoring the fresh, invigorating scent that was uniquely his. Kissing my ear he murmured, “We should go. I told Gavin I would have breakfast with him today, and we’re already really late. . . . It’s more like brunch now.”

Looking over my shoulder at him, I couldn’t contain my smile. Gavin Carter was Kellan’s biological father. Kellan had put off meeting the man for months; he’d been terrified to see him. But they’d finally met yesterday, and now Kellan was going to try and have a relationship with the person who’d helped create him.

Twisting in his arms, I slung mine around his neck. Running my fingers through the back of his hair, I gave him a soft kiss. “I’m sure he’ll understand that your wedding night ran a little long.”

Kellan sighed and cinched me tight to him. His body flush to mine was hard and unyielding. My fingers itched to feel the curves of his defined physique, but that always led to him exploring mine, which usually led to a long, drawn-out lovemaking session . . . and we really did have to leave. Practicing as much restraint as I could, I kept my fingers tightly tangled in his hair.

Kellan kissed my head. “I still can’t believe you’re my wife.”

Nuzzling my face against his chest, I felt like my heart was going to burst open onto the floor. God, I loved him. Desire for him started building in me as we held each other, and I again had to repress the urge to express my love for him physically. Pulling back, I frowned. “You’re right, we should go.”

Kellan smirked at my expression. “You want to have sex again, don’t you?”

Flushing, I pushed his chest away from me. “I think we broke enough records last night . . . and this morning.” I felt the heat in my cheeks and averted my eyes.

Squatting in front of me, Kellan grabbed my chin and made me look at him. “Do you want to have sex with me?” he asked, not a hint of a tease in his voice.

His question was so direct that I found it difficult to keep my eyes trained on his. I instinctively wanted to look away. I didn’t, though. I made myself stare into his dark blue depths as I whispered, “Yes.”

Kellan gave me a prideful grin. “Was that so hard to admit?” he asked, a gleam in his eyes.

I started to close my eyes, but stopped myself. He wanted me to not be embarrassed around him. And he wasn’t trying to tease me right now; he was trying to help me grow. Locking gazes with him, I nodded again. “Actually, yeah, that was a little mortifying.”

Pursing his lips, Kellan shifted away from me. “I want you to ask me to have sex with you . . . right now.”

My mouth dropped open. “Kellan . . .” Feeling self-conscious, I covered my chest with my arms. As I was still wearing the tight, slinky dress my sister, Anna, had let me borrow for my graduation ceremony, there was a lot of skin to cover up. “I’ve asked you for sex before. . . . Why are you purposely embarrassing me?”

Sighing, he leaned down again to meet my eye. “You’ve asked me in the heat of the moment, when we were heading in that direction anyway. I want you to feel comfortable enough to ask me anytime, anywhere.”

I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Anywhere?”

Kellan gave me an impish smile. “Anywhere.”

Knowing he wasn’t going to drop this, I huffed out a disgruntled breath. Dropping my hands to my sides, I counted to ten. Really, this wasn’t so hard. I should be able to ask him to have sex with me. I’ve certainly used my body to ask him on several occasions. Bluntly saying it was different, though. It made me feel a lot more vulnerable.

Lifting my chin, I confidently asked, “Kellan, will you have sex with me?” Well, I meant to say it confidently, but my voice came out high and squeaky—anything but sexy.

But by the look on Kellan’s face, you’d think I’d just given him a lap dance. His burning eyes slid down my body, igniting me. They lingered on my lips, my chest, my hips, and even though he wasn’t touching me, my body responded like he was. When his bedroom eyes finally returned to mine, he took a step forward. His hip brushed against me and I gasped. Leaning down, his breath hot against my skin, he murmured in my ear, “That is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

My eyes fluttered closed. I felt like I was vibrating, waiting for him to touch me. Every sensitive spot on me buzzed with anticipation. All he had to do was touch his lips to mine, brush a thumb over my breast, or cup my backside, and I would explode . . . I was sure.

His lips closed over my earlobe and a low moan escaped me. “But we have to go.” With those words he grabbed my hand and yanked me forward. Startled at the sudden movement, my eyes flew open. His grin was amused as he backed toward the exit . . . and not the bed.

I frowned at him as he laughed. “I’m sorry, Kiera, but you’ll just have to be unsatisfied for a while.” Cocking his head, his smile grew wider. “That’s sort of . . . karma . . . for all the times you’ve left me aroused and alone.”

Guilt crept toward me, but I pushed it back. Our past wasn’t relevant anymore. “You’re mean,” I muttered.

He kissed my cheek. “Hmmm, maybe I am.” Stepping into me, he grabbed my backside and pulled my hips into his. Fire swept through me instantly and I groaned a little before I controlled myself. Running his nose along my jaw, he husked out, “Because I’m really looking forward to teasing you all day.”

Irritated at how turned on I was, I pushed him back. “You suck.”

He laughed as he opened the door. Grabbing my purse, I looked back at the rumpled bed that screamed A passionate romp happened here! “Wait, Kellan. Should we make the bed before we go?”

Kellan bunched his brows as he looked between my face and the twisted sheets. Shaking his head at me, he murmured, “You’re so adorable.” His loving grin turned into amusement as he looked back at the bed. “No, we’re leaving the room like it is. I want the world to know what happened here . . . on the night we consummated our marriage,” he said, returning his eyes to mine.

I sighed, moved by his words. Then he added, “Besides . . . it’s hot.”

Rolling my eyes, I followed him out of our hotel room.

The woman at the front desk kept her eyes on Kellan the entire time he checked us out. I saw her gaze flick down to his wedding ring when he handed her his credit card, but by the sparkle of interest in her eyes, I don’t think she much cared that Kellan was married.

Kellan was a breathtaking man, and gorgeous men attracted attention when they walked into a room. I was used to the reaction by now, and it didn’t really bother me anymore. Well, at least it didn’t bother me as much as it used to.

The eager hotel employee frowned as she handed Kellan his receipt. By the flash of disappointment in her eyes when Kellan thanked her without even looking at her, I think she’d been hoping he would ask her to join him upstairs. I refrained from smiling when her eyes finally shifted to me. She may have been hoping for a quick hookup with the hot man about to exit her lobby, but Kellan didn’t do hookups anymore.

Snuggling into Kellan’s side, I politely thanked her for the pleasant stay. I giggled after I said it, still a little high from my wedding night. Kellan kissed my head as he turned us toward the exit. “When we get home, I’ll call Gavin and have him come over to our house for brunch. Might as well have our two families formally meet, right?” he said.

Kellan’s smile was content and it warmed my heart. He’d referred to his father as “family.” That was a far cry from when he hadn’t wanted anything to do with him. “Yeah, sounds great.” I cringed. “My parents are going to kill me, though.” I flashed my ring. “And then kill you.”

Kellan only shrugged at my comment as he led us to his car in the parking lot. Gallantly opening my door for me, he gave me a peck on the cheek as I slid inside the Chevelle. He sprinted around to the driver’s side with a huge grin on his face. He looked so happy to finally have me as his wife, to know that I was his and I wasn’t going anywhere. I’d always hoped that the man I married would love me beyond reason, but Kellan . . . loved me beyond anything. The depth of his love sometimes overwhelmed me, but my love for him was just as powerful. He was everything to me.

As he stepped into the vehicle, I moved across the bench seat so I could be as close to him as possible. He grinned as he draped his arm over my shoulder. “Miss me?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

Nodding, I leaned up to kiss him. Kellan eagerly returned my affection, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. I lightly flicked my tongue against his and he groaned, then pushed me back. “Hey, I’m supposed to be teasing you today, not the other way around.”

He had an adorable pout on his face, and I couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped me. “Sorry, I learned from the master.”

Kellan let out a dramatic exhale and removed his arm from around my shoulder so he could start his car. “Serves me right, I suppose.” The hearty engine growled to life, and Kellan’s content expression returned.

My face was a mirror image of his as I lay my head on his shoulder. Even though the hotel receptionist had blatantly ogled my husband, even though my dad was going to try and ground me when I saw him again, and even though Kellan’s newly discovered father was going to be dropping by for a visit this afternoon, today was a perfect day; nothing was going to squelch my happiness.

We turned onto Kellan’s cramped street, and a feeling of homecoming came over me. I had enjoyed our night away, but I was glad to be back at our place. And I was really glad that I had moved back in a few weeks ago. When Kellan pulled up to his white, two-story home, a car was parked in the driveway. Kellan glanced over at the bright red sporty Jetta and frowned. Curious about who was here, I looked over as well; the car didn’t belong to anyone I knew.

Shutting off the Chevelle’s engine, Kellan muttered, “Hmmm,” and cracked his door open. I opened mine as well, wondering if maybe Gavin and his kids were here. He was visiting from out of town. Maybe he’d rented the car? Although I found it hard to believe that Gavin would show up without asking Kellan if he could come by first. Plus, he would have needed directions to Kellan’s house. And I really doubted that a rental car would have a bumper sticker on it that read: If you’re gonna ride my ass, at least pull my hair.

Knowing the driver was female and probably one of Kellan’s many, many ex-whatevers, I reluctantly followed Kellan to the front door. God, if some chick had shown up wearing only a long coat while my parents were here . . . I was going to die.

The front door was unlocked and Kellan stepped through. Reaching back for my hand, he escorted me into our entryway. Kellan’s home wasn’t the largest. From the front door you could turn right to go upstairs to the bedrooms, turn left to head into the kitchen, or go straight ahead to the living room. My parents were currently sitting on Kellan’s lumpy living room couch, a deep scowl fixed on my father’s face. My mother was trying to contain it, but I could tell she wasn’t happy either.

I wasn’t sure if their disappointment was over my impromptu elopement or if they were irritated by the person lounging on Kellan’s comfortable chair, a chair that held a large amount of sentimental value for me since Kellan had given it to me when we’d broken up. It meant a lot to me that Kellan had cared enough to think of me at a time when I really didn’t deserve his kindness. Some strange girl sitting on it sideways, dangling her high heeled legs over the armrest, made my stomach tighten.

Hearing our entrance, the girl tilted her head back so she could see the door. When Kellan got a good look at her, he muttered, “Shit,” and glanced down at me with a worried expression. The tightness in my stomach shifted to ice as I wondered who this girl was.

Clenching my hand, Kellan walked into the living room so we could greet the new arrival. When we came into her view, she looked up at Kellan and narrowed her eyes. She had long black hair with equally dark eyes. She made them seem even darker by covering her lids with smoky gray eye shadow. Her lips were painted bright red and were pursed in an irritated, but erotic, pout. She was gorgeous, but I’d been expecting that. Most of Kellan’s conquests were.

Her face full of contempt, her voice low and husky, she bit out, “Well, fuck me, Kellan Kyle.” Amused at herself, she smiled and added, “Oh, wait, you already did.” As her scowl returned, my expression darkened; I already disliked this person.

Ignoring her comment, Kellan acknowledged my parents first. “Martin, Caroline.” Then he shifted his gaze back down to the rude girl lounging on my favorite chair. “Joey.”

My brows shot up my forehead as I stared at the girl glowering at Kellan. Joey? As in, the ex-roommate Joey? The girl who had lived here just a few weeks before Denny and I had moved in . . . over two years ago? I never thought she’d come back. What the heck was she doing here now?

Face tight, Kellan echoed my thoughts, “What are you doing here?”

She hopped to her feet. Crossing her arms over her ample chest, she lifted her chin. Eyes fiery, she snarled, “Where the hell is all my stuff, Kellan?”

Kellan’s mouth dropped a little and some anger seeped into his expression. Holding my hand a little tighter, he replied, “You’ve been gone for two years. I tossed it.”

I bit my lip to stop myself from cringing. I had actually tossed her stuff. Joey had run off in a huff after Kellan had slept with her then immediately slept with someone else. He wasn’t always the sweet, loyal lover that he was now. Kellan had insisted that Joey didn’t care for him, that she was just possessive. He’d offended her by sharing his bed with another woman . . . even though she’d been sharing her bed with other men.

Denny and I had used her furniture when we’d moved in. After our bad breakup, the furniture had felt tainted to me, like the ghost of my ex-relationship had somehow infused into the dark wood. To purge the home, I’d had all of her stuff taken away. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that, since it wasn’t mine to toss, but I’d wanted it gone so Kellan and I could start fresh. I probably should have expected that decision to bite me in the ass.

Her face theatrically outraged, Joey shoved Kellan’s shoulder back. “You what? That wasn’t yours to get rid of, asshole!”

Face heated, Kellan took a step forward. “You ran out. It’s not my problem if you left everything behind!” Eyes disdainful, he scanned her face. “My house isn’t your personal storage unit.”

She scoffed and raised a hand dismissively. “Whatever, Kellan. I don’t need your temperamental crap. If you don’t have my stuff, then you can just pay me for it.” She smirked. “Fifteen hundred should cover everything.”

I made a strangled noise and Joey twisted her head to glare at me. “Who the hell are you?” She raised an eyebrow. “Kellan’s flavor of the hour?”

My dad rose to his feet, his cheeks flaming bright red. “I don’t know who you are, missy, but you cannot talk to my daughter that way!”

I was worried that my father might have a heart attack, he seemed so angry, but his rage was nothing compared to Kellan’s. Dropping my hand, he stepped up to Joey and stared her down. “Be very careful, Josephine. That’s my wife you’re talking to.”

Joey looked intimidated by Kellan for a moment and backed up a step. Then his words hit her. Her dark eyes bugged out and she openly gaped at me. Then she started laughing. “Oh my God, are you serious? You, the biggest man whore I know, actually got married? What a joke.”

Kellan crossed his arms over his chest while my dad sighed and sank back down to the couch. He really wasn’t pleased about this whole marriage thing. I thought I heard my mom sniffle, but I was too focused on Joey to look. My own temper was quickly rising, ready for this intrusive little bitch to leave.

Kellan was too. Indicating the door, he told her, “Fine. I’ll get you fifteen hundred for the furniture. Now get the hell out.”

Joey shook her head. “Oh, I don’t think so . . . not anymore, Kellan.”

He cocked his head, not understanding. I didn’t either. Hands balled into fists, I stormed up to her. “You heard him! You’ll get your money.” I shooed her off with a hand. “Now go back to whatever hole you crawled out of.”

Joey drilled daggers into me with her eyes. She kept her gaze on me, but spoke to Kellan. “I have something of yours that I’m returning”—she looked up at him—“since I have no use for it.” Kellan bunched his brows and Joey smirked at his confused expression. “And if you want it back . . . sweetheart . . . then you’ll double my price.”

“You’re nuts, lady!” I snapped.

Joey ignored me, turning her eyes to Kellan. Then she leaned over and grabbed her bag off the chair, her short skirt exposing almost all of her thigh. Opening the bag, she pulled out a tiny, rectangular media card, the kind that fits into digital cameras, camcorders, and some cell phones. Kellan’s eyes widened when he saw it. He snapped his eyes to hers, and before I could ask what the hell was going on, he quickly told her, “Fine, I’ll give you three thousand.”

Throwing me a victorious smile, Joey handed Kellan the SD card. My mind was spinning over just what was on that card that Kellan was willing to pay so much money for. The fire in my belly shifted to nausea. Kellan clenched his hand around it, then pointed at the door. “I’ll get it to you tomorrow.”

Joey patted his cheek. “You better . . . ’cause I will make your life a living hell if you don’t.” She glanced back at me with a wicked grin.

Kellan closed his eyes. “Get the hell out of my house, Joey.” Reopening them, he added, “And don’t ever come back here.”

Waggling her fingers at my parents, Joey sauntered to the front door. No one moved or spoke as she left the house. When the sound of her car starting filtered in through the door, Kellan finally seemed to relax. Turning to my parents, he discreetly tucked the card he was holding into his pocket.

“I’m sorry about that. I hope she didn’t give you too much trouble while we were gone.”

My dad’s posture turned rigid as he looked up at Kellan. I could have sworn his graying hair was getting grayer by the second. “I’m more concerned about what the two of you were doing last night than your tawdry friend.” Cheeks flushed, he looked between my new husband and me. “What’s this about you running off and getting married?” He focused his warm brown eyes on me. “Have you lost your mind, Kiera?”

Mom sniffled again, and Dad patted her hand. I wanted to sit and talk with them about last night, but I was still shell-shocked. What the hell did Kellan have in his pocket? And why was it worth three grand to him?

As Dad patted the couch insistently, Kellan looked back at me. His face was a mixture of amusement, resignation . . . and fear. I wasn’t sure if he was doing it purposely, but he’d angled his hips in such a way that I couldn’t see his card-holding pocket anymore. I still knew that damn thing was in there, though.

Kellan indicated that I should sit in the empty space beside my father, then pointed at the front door. “I’ll be right back. I want to go check on my car, make sure Joey didn’t mess with it.” Giving me a tight smile, he added, “If she keyed my baby, you may need to restrain me, ’cause I might kill her.” He laughed as he started to move toward the door.

My words stopped him cold. “What’s on the SD card?”

The amused smile instantly left Kellan’s face. Swallowing, he shook his head. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it, Kiera.”

Ignoring my parents for a moment, I stepped close to Kellan. I tried to reach around him, to grab his pocket, but he nimbly stepped away from me. Trying very hard to control the anger roiling my stomach, I repeated, “What’s on the card?”

Seeing that I wasn’t going to back down, Kellan leaned in and whispered, “Can we talk about this later . . . in private?”

I wanted to nod my head and sit down to explain my “symbolic” marriage to my worried parents, but I couldn’t get the smirk on Joey’s face out of my mind. Aware that I sounded like a broken record, but not able to stop myself, I asked again, “What’s on the card?”

Irritated at me now, Kellan narrowed his eyes and snapped, “What do you think it is, Kiera? We filmed ourselves screwing!” Instant remorse crossed his face once he realized what he’d just crassly told me. Kellan sometimes lost the filter on his mouth when he got annoyed, and Joey confronting him had put him on edge. I guess my incessant questions pushed him over it.

My mouth dropped open and I felt like he’d just doused me with ice water. I knew that’s what he was going to say, I really did, but hearing him confess it hurt. My whole body felt cracked, torn. Eyes quickly watering, I murmured, “You made a sex tape with her?”

My mom cleared her throat and shifted on the couch. That’s when I suddenly remembered that Kellan and I weren’t alone. No, I stupidly hadn’t been able to wait until we were in private to start this conversation. I really wished I’d been able to squelch my curiosity. I’d give anything to not know that my new husband had a documentary of him banging another girl in his pocket. And I’d really give anything for my parents to not know that too.

Seeing my pain, Kellan came toward me, arms extended. “Kiera, I can explain.”

I held my palms up to him as tears dropped to my cheeks. I didn’t want an explanation right now. I just wanted to be alone. Turning from him and my parents, I darted up the stairs. I heard Kellan asking me to wait and my mom calling my name, but I ignored them. Slamming the bedroom door behind me, I tossed my shoes across the room, collapsed onto my bed, and let the tears flow freely.

So much for nothing ruining my happiness.

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Reckless 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 388 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I had great expectations because so many people gave it great reviews but sadly disappointed. I love the characters but it was just unrealistic how perfect they were and how annoying Kiera was and still is, with the excuse of the story of her being 'supportive'. Too sappy, too cute and at the end, I think the author realized..oh wait, we need something bad to happen and she throws the incident that in less 24 hrs they were basically back to normal. Waste of time and money..the story dragged'.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Book #3 drug on, was predictable and anticlimactic. I was so very disappointed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Skip this one... book 1 & 2 were great but this was just unnecessary. Someone else called it one long epilogue and I have to agree. When your looking foward to the end of the book just so your done reading it tells you the author should have stopped at the last book but instead sucked more cash out of the readers with a dry book. Shame on you Stephens :/
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So very disappointed in the ending to this trilogy. And they all lived happily ever after..... blah, blah, blah. The first two had so much angst and passion, this one was boring. I just wanted it to be over with.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm glad I finished this series (Loved book 1, little less for book 2) but this book was not "reckless" enough for me. I was hoping something would happen backstage. For instance, Sienna getting someone on her stage crew to do something to Kiera. Maybe fabricate a situation to make Kellan question Kiera (like in book 2 when he surprised her) I found Nick to be a little creepy; kind of wish it was played up and he would try to make a play for Kiera- again, to create a false situation, or try to "make good on his promise," so to speak, to get her kicked off the tour. I just kept waiting for something more "reckless" to happen. I did enjoy Griffin's character development, but felt that Anna kind of lost her edge (maybe because she was pregnant 3/4 of the book) I also missed Jenny and the other girls, and would have liked more dialogue between Kiera, Matt and Evan. They are all living/traveling on the same tour bus after all. Again, I'm glad I read it, but the title doesn't match the story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have mixed feelings about this book. Loved book one and two. But this book just dragged through most chapters. Loved the characters as always. But was so dissappointed with the storyline after waiting so long. This series should have ended with book two.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
POINTLESS would have been a more appropriate title for this book. Keira grew up a lot in this story, though her insecurities are still just around the corner, Kellan seemed to be more weary in this book. No angst. No struggles. No plot. I kept waiting. And waiting. And... wait for it... waiting. At one point there seemed to be a perfect opportunity to mix things up a bit, so I waited some more. Then, the end of the book finally came, and it was then I realized my money had been wasted. I did like that this book wrapped up the trilogy with a nice little bow, but the series could've ended with the second book and done the same thing. I sort of feel like the writer just wrote this because it would make money off the backs of the first two novels. I have to wonder at the people who found this book entertaining. I just want to tell them HEY! KELLAN KYLE WILL STILL BE YOUR BOOK BOYFRIEND IF YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE DISAPPOINTED IN THIS BOOK. I PROMISE HE WON'T FAKE DUMP YOU AND YOU TWO WILL LIVE HAPPILY EVER FAKE AFTER. Atleast admit it to yourselves. It's not like your S.C. Stephen's best friend or anything. So yeah. Two stars. I keep it real.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
waste your time or money because there is nThis book was totally unneccessary. A complete snooze-fest all the way through. Don't waste your time or money because there is nothing remotely climactic that happens in this book. In fact, this is the most boring romance trilogy I have read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Such a good romance read.....I loved all the characters (even Ms. Sexton). So happy S.C. Stephens gave the ending a perfert closure. One of the best romance trilogy that I've read this year. S.C. Stephens should get a movie offer, that's how good the trilogy is. Books captured all feelings from laughter, anger, sadness and love.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wow! I cant believe this series is over, words can not express how much I loved these books... Kellan Kyle! Wow... Do I need to say more, he and Keira really grew up in this book and I'm so happy that it ended with an HEA. Thanks S.C. Stephens for creating these wonderful books, they are definitely my favorite!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is going to be short and sweet because I refuse to leave a spoiler. There is so much to be said about Reckless. This book wrapped up this series perfectly. At the end, I just shut the cover and sighed. SC Stephens has the uncanny ability to have a reader truly feel the emotions of her if you're present in the story and experiencing those things right along with them, and Reckless was no different. I laughed...I cried..I cringed...I had a big cheesy grin on my face at times. At the end of the day, the fact that this series is ending is bittersweet, but I'm happy and content. I cannot wait to see SC Stephens does next. I would highly recommend the Thoughtless series, Collision Course, and any other book from SC Stephens. Lastly, I would like to congratulate her on her success. It is well deserved.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed this trilogy more than any other. In my opinion this book was fantastic because the characters actually evolved. It was great to see them grow up emotionally and learn from their mistskes. I am a sucker for happily ever afters, nothing is more disappointing to me than going on an emotoinal roller coaster in two books only to have the third one leave you exhausted from going nowhere. I love how the author touched on everyone's journey and gave us a happy ending. Keira snd Kellan are by far my favorite book couple and I find myself missing all of them. I wish their was more interaction with Keira and the band, her relationship with Griffin was a highlight. I enjoyed watching them grow and develop a mutual respect for one another. This is absolutely worth reading, it has a feel good ending and is a great story! Well done! It would be fun to read this series through Kellan's point of view, it could be done in one book. Clearly I want to spend more time with this bunch :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this series. I just wish the end hadn't been so rushed. I would of loved to have read in more detail about her being pergnant and the first couple of months of the babys life. But other than that i have nothing else to complain about. Oh! It would be totally awesome if the author came out with a novel from Kellen's point of view!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved books 1 & 2! I couldn't wait for this one to come out. Most of the time I fell asleep reading it because nothing happens!!! I kept waiting and waiting... I only finished it because I paid for it. Don't waste your time or money on this one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Write a book on Kellans point of view through this entire journey! Just one though dont drag it out to more then that. Also a book or two about some of the other band mates would be good, like Evan and Jenny or Matt and Rachel, I dont think Griffen and Anna should have one because they are very much in this series but you could mention them in with the other stories. Just a thought. I love Abbi Glines books because they go through an entire group of people while keeping each book inter-connected but still very much independent and there are trilogies inside her series. This trilogy could do that with a little more thought and planning it could be great! I would read them.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
After two really good books, this one SUCKED. very disappointed. 
NaughtyBookSnitch More than 1 year ago
Disappointed I am so glad this book is over. It really hurts me to say that Im very disappointed. It was SO long and boring. It was like reading an extremely long epilogue. I love Kellan and Kiera and I was happy to see how they both matured individually and watched their relationship blossom into what Ive been waiting for. It was good to see all the D-Bags get their HEA. But again... epilogue. Ugg! The first 2 books were amazing! The only part that I thought was good was at about the 70%-80% then it was like watching paint dry.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My goodness I think this was my favorite book of the series!! Kellan Kyle is amazing and I fell for him right away! Kiera was also great in this book. S.C. Stephens your an outstanding author and I will read anything you put out I'm sure lol. You write a passionate breath taking romance with twist and turns that keeps the reader wandering what's going on or what will happen next. You reeled me in for sure I read this series twice and have read other books since and still can't stop thinking about Kellan and Kiera's story mostly Kellan I won't lie lol.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have never in my life prayed for a book to end more than I prayed for this one to end. This book was a huge disappointment. Out of the entire series, the best book was Thoughtless, and the author truly should have stopped at Effortless, because it was a bit of struggle to get through that one, but the ending was so fantastic that the overall book worked. It was extremely RECKLESS of the author to write this book!! My biggest, or rather one of my biggest problems with this series as it progressed, is that there is this equating of Kellan not telling Kiera that he loved her from the beginning with what Kiera did to both him and Denny. In all honesty throughout the entire series, especially in books 2 and 3, we constantly see Kellan doing all of these wonderful things for Kiera, but what exactly is Kiera doing for Kellan? Kiera is one of the most annoying and insecure characters I have ever read about in a book. The fact that Kiera does not flip out the way she was constantly doing in Effortless about anything Kellan did, only occurred because she was right there tagging along with him with, shadowing his every step. The other guys' girlfriends didn't do that!!! And the whole bit of her not wanting to be in the spotlight, but yet there she is at every turn with Kellan. How can you not eventually end up in the spotlight? WHAT IDIOCY!!! No one wants to know every single thing that Kiera is thinking all the time. We don't care. This book was supposed to be about the D-Bags making it big, but it turned into KIERA TIME!! We barely heard anything from the other D-Bag members. IT WAS KIERA ALL THE TIME!!! VERY ANNOYING!! Goodness!! I mean seriously, I cannot for the life of me understand how it is that any time a decision about the future of the D-Bags had to be made Kellan was not made to look to his band members to see if it was ok with them, no he turned to Kiera. SHE IS NOT A D-BAG MEMBER!!! WHY WAS SHE GIVING SO MUCH SAY IN WHAT THE BAND DID OR DID NOT DO?!!! And the whole her pressuring Kellan to do things that he was not comfortable with was very annoying, as was the whole HUSBAND AND WIFE THING!! They were not spouses, they were engaged. Who the freak says to their mother, "I almost lost my husband today, I cannot wait another day to be his wife." ARE YOU KIDDING ME??!!! Only saving grace for this is book was Griffin!!! It was wonderful to see Griffin grow and develop, and it was especially wonderful to see Griffin put Kiera in her place on numerous occasions!!! She needed to be called out on her hypocricy, and Griffin was just the man to do it!! Kiera is a hypocrite!! She is constantly looking down on Griffin for his ways, but what exactly is she doing differently?? The whole innocent thing is way too much. Innocent girls do not go around having loud sessions in bathrooms or tour bus cubbies while other members of the bands are around. IT IS ANNOYING!!! And what was the sense of that extremely long epilogue?? What exactly did we learn in that epilogue except for their son's name, that her sister is having another baby, and the other D-Bags are engaged. Folks read this book because they love Kellan and the D-Bags, not Kiera!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read Thoughtless and Effortless. I LOVED them both! I could't wait till the third book Reckless came out, and what a disappointment! S.C. should've left it at the first two books that many loved. Reckless was childish and boring.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was very excited to read Reckless, but have to say that overall I found it disapoining. I loved Thoughtless and really liked Effortless but didn't thint Thoughtless compared in the least to the first 2 in the trilogy. So much of it was just beyond realistic and over the top and at many points downright boring. It was good to see a matured Keira, but she seemed so complacent. I found a hard time accepting such a story as Keira and Kellan's could end so neatly.
Jayenot More than 1 year ago
This book was so disappointing!!!! I don't even want to waste my time or energy writing a decent review as to the reasons why this book earned its 2 star rating. Initially, I wanted to warn everyone about how drawn out and boring this book was, but I decided why waste my time. All I can say is that Reckless, has been reviewed and rated solely based on Kellan Kyle. I will admit, Kellan Kyle was the only reason I even finished this damn book. But not even Mr. Kyle, kept me from skimming this over rated, drawn out book. I apologize in advance for my crudeness, but I'm deeply upset that I wasted time, money, and energy on this lack luster romance novel.(
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great ending to a wonderful twisted love between 2 addicting characters!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What a love story....what an amazing movie it would be! Loved all the characters. Great end to a great series. KK forever
Anonymous More than 1 year ago