Reckless Revenge: Book Four (Spellbound 4) by Sherry Soule Read Free Book Online

bikini-clad girl was pinned above the desk on a light blue painted wall. A snowboard leaned against the closet door. The only light came from a small, burgundy desk lamp.
    My heart fluttered on feathery little wings and nudged me across the threshold. Trent closed the door behind us. We were alone. In his bedroom.
    “I missed you today,” he said, taking my hand and kissing it. “And I am in desperate need of some alone time with my girl.”
    “We’re usually alone, Trent.”
    He raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Yeah, but we’re normally training. Now it’s cuddle time.”
    I giggled, but my laughter quickly died away. A strange tingling started in the pit of my stomach, and I turned away. I lifted a paperback on the bed. He had dog-eared a few pages. Naughty boy.
    A cell phone bleeped. Trent whipped an iPhone out of his pocket.
    “Stick around, gorgeous,” he said to me, then turned away and spoke into the receiver. “Donovan, here.”
    I flipped the pages of the book, pretending not to listen. Not easy.
    “No. Yeah. That’s fine,” Trent said hastily. His left hand curled into a fist. For a second the white of his irises vanished, completely black as a shark. “Yes. I said I’d be there and I will.” He blinked and his gaze become their normal green hue, brighter than summer leaves. After a few more grunted uh-huhs, he ended the call and sighed. “Sorry about that.” He tucked the iPhone into a drawer in the desk. “It was Maxwell.”
    I didn’t respond right away. I must’ve imagined the midnight color darkening his gaze. I just needed more sleep. My tired eyeballs were playing tricks on me.
    I raised an eyebrow at him. “And?”
    “My father,” he explained, “was checking in from his penthouse in San Francisco.”
    My heart went out to him. His dad was never around. Trent seemed so vulnerable right now, like a kicked puppy. Like a child whose parents had just told him there was no Santa Claus. He reached for my hand and laced our fingers. For a moment, he stared at the floor.
    “Where are you supposed to be?”
    Trent let go of my hand. “He’s just harassing me about college again. Some rep heard about my high test scores and is trying to recruit me.”
    “Rep?”
    I was standing next to the bed, flipping through the paperback to see what he’d dog-eared when Trent snagged the book from me, tossing it across the bed so hard it fell off the other side.
    “Yeah,” he said and ran his hand through his light brown hair, darkened by winter’s kiss. “Stanford, actually. No big deal.”
    Stanford was no big deal? My mouth fell open. I’d kill and maim to get into that college. Any college, really, that was far from here.
    He moved closer. “I don’t like him always prying into my life.”
    “At least you have a dad that cares about you,” I said softly.
    He took a deep breath and blew it out. “I guess…”
    My heart squeezed whenever I thought about my own dad. Personally, I couldn’t imagine my aunt Darrah being excited about anything, let alone anything that had to do with me. But my mom, Lauren, would be—she was all kinds of awesomesauce.
    “I don’t want to talk about parent stuff,” Trent said, his green eyes a thousand miles away. There was something dark and haunted about his expression.
    I wanted to hug and kiss the hurt away. He didn’t speak for a full minute. I didn’t know what to say to erase the brooding expression that crossed his beautiful face.
    So, I placed my hands on his shoulders and leaned closer to softly touch his neck with my lips. In response, Trent tugged slightly on my shoulder and I faced him. Staring into his eyes, I grasped the back of his shirt. His mouth found mine before I could respond in a long, hard, deep, full-scale kiss, and made my emotions ran rampant.
    I pulled him onto the bed, our bodies causing the springs to creak, and our lips met with a heat that stunned me. We kissed deeply—slowly at first, as he shifted to hover over my body.