Reckless Temptations (Tempted #4)(18)

The night was young.

And this “Kitten” was on the prowl.





“The Jets don’t have a chance, not after Decker blew that touchdown,” Bones said, shoving a handful of potato chips into his mouth.

“It’s only the third quarter,” I retorted, popping open my beer and glancing down at my phone. An hour and a half had passed since I texted Lauren back. I couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing and what version of herself she was when she went out with her friend. Whether it be the good girl bit or the good girl gone bad. I’m sure she had guys dropping to their knees.

I leaned over, placing my beer on the table and texted her again.

Me: I should’ve brought my library card because I’m definitely checking you out.

Kitten: You got more game than half the men here.

Me: Where are you?

Kitten: Salty Dog.

Me: Bay Ridge? I thought you were in Manhattan.

Kitten: Bar hopping and borough hopping. I get around.

Me: As long as you’re not bed hopping.

Kitten: Even if I hopped into your bed?

I froze, staring down at my phone as the images flooded my brain. I could picture her naked in my bed wearing nothing but her glasses. Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that. Not one fucking bit. My dick agreed, hardening against my jeans.

Me: You can hop into my bed anytime, Kitten.

Kitten: You shouldn’t say things like that to a drunk girl who needs a good duck.

What? She wanted a pet? Odd thing to say to a guy when he invited you to fuck.

Kitten: Duck! I meant duck!

Me: You want a duck?

Kitten: Yes.

Kitten: No! Ducking auto correct!

“Get off your phone, ass wipe! You’re missing the game,” Bones said, throwing a bag of pretzels at my head. “Who are you texting anyway?”

“What does ducking mean?” I asked.

“Ducking? Like you duck,” he said, bending his head. “Like that, you get the fuck out of the way. You dodge the bullet. You duck and hide. Man, are we seriously having this discussion right now?

“No, that’s not it.” I said, scratching the top of my head.

Kitten: Let’s try this again. You shouldn’t say that to a girl who needs a good lay.

“Fuck, she needs to fuck!” I cheered, typing my response.

Me: Happy to oblige, babe.

And this night just got a whole lot better.

Kitten: Oh yeah? You think you can make me purr?

Me: I’ll make you fucking roar, baby.

Me: You still at the dog?

I was familiar with the Salty Dog, it was a popular bar mostly where firemen hung out. Lauren wasn’t taking a ride on a fucking fire truck tonight, not if I had a say in it. I lifted my eyes to Bones who was staring at me like I had lost my mind.

“What?” I asked innocently. “I might need a wingman you game?”

“Depends what she looks like. I’m not taking one for the team, not tonight, when I can go riding and grab any piece of ass I want,” he stated.

“Mia’s pretty, killer bod, nice rack,” I tried to entice.

“Mia?” He raised an eyebrow. “Wow, you know their names, impressive. That’s a first for you,” he teased.

“Stop being a dick, are you in or what?”

“When have I ever turned down pussy?” He said, taking another pull of his beer. “But then we’re even, not giving you the fifty I owe you.”

Me: Hello?

“Fine, fine, whatever,” I replied. I’d eat the fifty bucks for a chance of having Bianci’s sister in my bed. Oh, how sweet was that? I mean sure she was hot, but the fact she was off limits definitely sweetened the deal.

Kitten: Sorry. I was fighting with Mia. I could kill her right now.

Me: What happened?

Kitten: She left me! So much for girl code.

Me: I’ll come get you.

“Well, are we going or not?” Bones asked annoyed.

“Change in plans, bro. One-man job,” I said, grabbing my shit off the table. “You still owe me that fifty.”

Kitten: No I’m going to take the train back to Ant’s.

No. No. No.

I stalked toward the door, dialing her number instead of texting and listened as it rang.

“Can you believe that bitch?” She answered, slurring her words. “Leaving with the first guy that winks at her and buys her a damn drink.”

“Hussy!” I replied, as I climbed onto my bike. “Listen, stay there I’m on my way.

“What? No!” She yelled into the phone.

“Why not?” I said, ripping the engine.

“Because if you come and get me there’s no telling what will happen,” she said.

“Oh, I know exactly what will happen babe, and you do too,” I replied, loud enough so she could hear me.

“Riggs?”

“Yeah, Kitten,” I said, kicking up the kickstand of my bike.

“I’m waiting outside,” she whispered sexily into the phone, so low I barely heard her over the noise of my engine.

“Give me ten,” I ground out, ending the call and slipping my phone into my jacket pocket.

Hang on Kitten, your Tiger is coming.





I almost crashed three times on the way there just picturing her naked. That round ass bent over as I pounded her first from behind. God, I hope she wore those shoes she had on at the bar. The second time I’d make her ride me and I’d bury my face in between those tits. Then I’d eat her pussy until she came all over my tongue. After a blowjob, I’d fuck her again nice and hard until she screamed my name.