Reckless
A Carolina Coastal Novel
Kelsey Cheyenne
Reckless © 2020 by Kelsey Cheyenne All Rights Reserved.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Kelsey Cheyenne
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Printed in the United States of America
First Printing: October 2020
To everyone who’s ever felt broken. You’re whole, even with your jagged edges.
Contents
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
Epilogue
Part One
Author’s Note
Acknowledgments
About the Author
More by Kelsey
One
Flynn
“Let’s go, bitch. The guys won’t wait for us all night.” My best friend, Cara Blanchard, is dressed in a skimpy hot pink dress hugging her curves. She’s standing beside me, checking herself out in the mirror and fluffing her red hair over her shoulder.
“As if any of those boys are worth my time,” I retort.
“I guess that’s what happens when you sleep your way through them all. Twice.”
I hip check her out of the way and alternate holding my hair up in a ponytail and letting it fall around my shoulders, debating how to wear it tonight. I opt to leave it down, letting the long tresses fall all the way down near my waist. I tug on my dress, pulling it down to give off more cleavage.
“If you pull the top down any further I’ll see your nipples.”
“I have tape on, relax.” She’s just jealous because my tits are bigger than hers.
After swiping red lipstick on, I allow myself to be dragged from my room and out the door to the Uber.
We get to the club at quarter to midnight and the place is packed. I finally turned twenty-one last week, which means I didn’t have to bribe my way in tonight by giving the bouncer a blowjob. Thank God. I think he was getting a little too attached and I don’t do commitment.
Speaking of my commitment issues… “Damon, hi.” My ex-fuck buddy stands before me and drags his gaze down my body like he wants to swallow me whole.
“Flynn, you’re looking sexy as hell.” He hugs me, one hand sitting a little too low on my ass to be considered casual. His tongue darts out on the shell of my ear as he presses a kiss to the sensitive spot. He’s putty in my hands, but I don’t want to play tonight. At least, not with him.
“Mind getting me a drink?” I turn on the charm because I need some booze and I didn’t bring any cash. Money’s irrelevant anyway when you look like me. Thanks to my full, pouty lips and even fuller tits, I never have to pay for a drink.
My ex scurries along, eager to please in hopes of landing in my bed. The desperation is boring. A real man would make me work for it, keep me on my toes. There’s nothing exciting about a sure thing. These boys latch on like newborn puppies, following my every move. They don’t get it. Once I fuck them, it’s game over.
Damon’s cock was big enough to keep me interested for more than one night, but he got comfortable. He wanted to introduce me to his parents and tell people I was his girlfriend. He left me no choice. I ended things cold turkey and fucked his brother to get my point across.
No guy in his right mind wants to introduce me to his parents when I’ve fucked multiple family members. I’m not a girl guys take home to mom. I’m the girl they take home for a night and I’m good with that.
Unfortunately, Damon’s latching on like a kid still breastfeeding with a mouthful of teeth. His grip on me is tighter than my new nipple clamps.
I’m not saying I’m faultless, but a free drink is a free drink.
“Are you ever going to stop toying with that boy? You’re like Scar toying with the mouse in The Lion King.”
“I may grin like the Cheshire cat but we all know I ain’t no Disney character.” I settle into the U-shaped booth, smack dab in the center, right where I belong. Damon worms his way in, pushing all of our friends aside to squeeze in beside me and slide me my drink.
Cara sits on my right and our other bestie completing our trifecta, Dani Caldwell, is beside her. Surrounding our booth is Damon’s roommate, Jeff, as well as Dani’s boyfriend, Jace. There are a few others taking up space, but most of them aren’t even worth mentioning.
I take a sip of my drink, ready to kick this party up a notch. My jack and ginger ale is weak, not even burning as it glides down my throat. I push the glass to the side. I need something stronger.
“I’m going to get some shots. Anyone want anything?” I’ll put it on Damon’s tab. He won’t mind.
“I’ll come with you.” My ex’s offer has me rolling my eyes.
“I’m good. I’ll be right back.” I push
