Mag-log inThe pool was pink and filled with bubbles and naked women who’d clearly stopped giving a fuck about dignity somewhere around their fifth tequila shot. I stared longer than socially acceptable because half of them looked like they were breaking out in some kind of rash – or maybe the cotton-candy-colored water was actually staining their skin. Either way, they were too wasted to notice or care, laughing and splashing like demented mermaids in a fever dream.
I scanned the rest of the rooftoEpilogue February 21stBruce leaned over the kitchen counter like a food safety inspector who’d found rat droppings in the salad bar, eyebrows practically touching her hairline. “Please,” I laughed, steadying my hand over the perfectly plated frittata slice, “I’m not screwing this up. Back off.”“Are you absolutely certain about that?”I rolled my eyes and placed the tiny piece of green garnish with the precision of someone defusing a bomb. “Look. It’s perfect.”To be fair, she’d done ninety percent of the actual cooking after witnessing me crack one egg and somehow launch most of it onto the kitchen floor like I was auditioning for a slapstick comedy. She’d grudgingly allowed me to handle plating duties, but she trusted me in the kitchen about as much as her uncle did: not at fucking all.“What’s going on here?” Alonzo’s voice cut through our breakfast theater as he stepped into the kitchen mid-tie adjustment. Neither Bruce nor I were typically conscio
four weeks later“Hey Blondie, what do I get when I win this thing?”I gripped the steering wheel tighter, engine purring like a very expensive, very dangerous cat. “We don’t even need to discuss that because you’re about to eat my dust for the next ten minutes.”“Alright, then you won’t mind agreeing that when I win, you get back in the ring with me. For real this time.”My stomach clenched. He’d been trying to get me back to Fourtex for weeks now, ever since their staff got mental health awareness training and I’d stopped having panic attacks every time someone mentioned combat sports. But I still couldn’t handle being around him at the gym. Something about seeing him in that environment brought back every complicated feeling I’d been trying to bury since our first disaster of a meeting.The worst part? He knew I’d gotten better. He’d watch me laugh and joke with everyone else at Fourtex, only to see my face shut down the second I spotted him. Must’ve been fuck
I blinked, disoriented, and suddenly I was flat on my back, my head pressed into the pillows, lungs fighting for air, staring up into the storm-gray slate of Alonzo’s eyes. My chest heaved like I’d run a marathon. His gaze burned into me, hot and unrelenting.“God, you’re gorgeous,” I whispered, my throat raw, words spilling without permission.A low chuckle rumbled from him, dark amusement curling over his lips. “That’s your first thought after coming apart like that?”“Yeah… mh-hmm,” I hummed, a dazed smile tugging at my mouth. But as clarity seeped back in, so did the dull, throbbing pressure in my hips. He’d left the plug inside. On my back, it pressed unforgivingly deep, stretching me further with every tiny shift.“Sounds like I need to up my game,” he teased, the sharp gleam in his eyes making my stomach tighten.“Oh no, don’t worry,” I managed, dragging my gaze down the smooth ridges of his torso, landing on the unmistakable outline of his cock straining against his pants. Hea
I jerked hard when something cold pressed against my clit. The icy shock cut through the molten heat building inside me, my whole body shivering at the contrast. The object dragged slowly upward through my folds, deliberate and teasing, leaving behind a wet trail where my body clenched in protest at the intrusion of cold against fire.It was too small to be his cock, too precise to be his fingers. I didn’t even have time to guess before he shifted lower, guiding the smooth hardness past my soaked entrance. Then it pressed, insistently, against the tight ring of muscle at my ass.“Alonzo—” My voice broke into a gasp as he pushed carefully, inexorably.I knew exactly what it was. I’d seen the illustrations in his books, the glossy photos he never bothered to hide from me. The small, teardrop-shaped plug. The image burned through my mind as reality sank in.The stretch was brutal. My muscles fought, clenching hard, every inch spreading me further, pain spiking sharp up
I was still a little dazed and breathing hard when Alonzo sat me down on the edge of his bed and peeled the robe off, trailing kisses along my shoulders. I hummed, leaning into him, grasping for his shirt. He pushed my hands back down, pressing them against the mattress. “Not yet.”“Fine.”His kisses trailed up my throat, sending a warm shiver down my spine. “Do you remember the first night you stayed over?”“Are you going to feed me peanut curry again?”Alonzo stepped to his nightstand and the second he pulled the drawer open, I knew. A moment later, he pulled out the silver bar with the leather cuffs on each end, and my throat tightened. “May I?” I watched him extend the bar like a telescope, tripling its lengths to somewhere between four and five feet. And even though I understood the concept, I was struggling to come up with positions that would be comfortable in or that even required this kind of tool, because I was more than happy to open my legs for him
Her spine collided with the shelves behind her, and I made quick work of the belt around her waist while she fumbled with the buttons of my shirt. Nothing compared to Allie’s velvet skin under my fingertips, or to her strangled gasp when my hands dug into her ass, or to her breath hitching against my mouth when I pulled her bra down and ran my thumb over her hardened nipple.She pulled out of the kiss, arching her back into my touch. “Can I keep the robe on?”“Really?”“I still can’t feel my toes,” she half-gasped, half-laughed, “just until I’m warmed up.”“Your wish is my command,” I laughed and helped her peel out of her bra without dropping the robe. “Actually, this is kind of hot.”“Me in a huge bathrobe?”“You, naked, inmybathrobe. You think I’ll be able to think about anything else whenever I wear it from now on?”“I’m not naked yet.”“Easy fix,” I grinned and leaned down to close into another kiss, but Allie titled her chin up, making my lips c







