She has fake everything—except her smile. Damn, that is genuine as hell; it’s wide and bright, and like she has ... hope. Except that smile I saw when I first stepped out of my truck is long gone. Now, in the truck, she looks about as comfortable as...
And I don't care if thinking that makes me a pussy. Her goddamned bare skin, smooth and supple, curled against mine, teased me into the early hours of the morning. And when I inhaled the scent of her citrus shampoo, I would have bought a motherfucking orange orchard so I c...
Not that I expected a phone call—it had been a week since he’d ended things—but a small part of me held out hope that he would see the error of his ways. I hadn’t been able to check for messages during the five hours it took to get us to the island resort, because I’d been...
Fuck, she’s gotten hotter in the week since she gave me the lap dance of my life. Now she’s in tight-ass shorts and a sports bra, her gorgeous tits squeezed together. I just want to run my hands all over her skin, pull that spandex down, and smack her round little ass. Ins...
He and Bexley are all dressed up and apparently going out on the town. I know saying “going out on the town” is, like, very clichéd or dorky or something, but the fact is they’re going out—and when they see me in boyfriend jeans slouching low on my hips, my patent-leather Birkenstocks, a sweatshi...
The moment the limo pulled up to the curb, I was rattled. I kept thinking of earlier that morning, how I kissed Sophia good-bye and how she smiled, squeezing me tight, not in the least concerned about me leaving. I took it to mean that Sophia didn’t really care about me, a...
I’m in a hospital gown, and a screen records the thumpthumpthump of the babies’ heartbeats. They are alive. I am alive. Oh, my heart—I’d thought, as I fell, it was all over. I blink back tears, press my hands to my growing belly. We’re okay. My babi...
And yeah, all it took was that quick flash of hand-on-back to be reminded of why I could never compete with girls like her. I mean, there were like twenty women up in Holden’s grill the moment he got off stage, practically begging him to take them home and fuck them. ...
Stress begins to grow in the pit of my stomach. The lodge is where our problems lie, where our differences will come to a head. I know fucking won’t solve everything. Boone said the pastor was coming today. That means I need to make a decision, soon. Either I go all-in and...
The sexual tension is mounting and, damn, I’m ready to get this girl out of those jeans; all I want is to see her little pussy and give her a ride on my cock—because it’s been a while since I took a woman who actually made me smile. And right now I’m more than smiling; Tes...
It so completely is. And Cassius is romantic and tender, and broken and lost. And maybe so am I. Maybe this day turned into something magical because he and I were both open and willing. Desperate. “Take me, take me now,” I whisper, my hand wrapping...