로그인Chapter 1The hotel hallway smelled like recycled air and expensive carpet cleaner. Alex Ruiz stood in front of room 1412 with his rolling suitcase and a keycard that still felt warm from the front desk clerk’s hand. The airline had fucked up the crew rooms again. One junior flight attendant. One captain. One king bed and a pull-out couch that looked like it had lost a fight with the 1990s.He swiped the card. The light turned green.Captain Rhett Hale was already inside.He stood by the window with his back to the door, still in his uniform pants and a white undershirt that clung to the broad plane of his shoulders. The captain’s four gold stripes sat folded neatly on the dresser. At thirty-eight he looked carved out of something harder than most men—tall, dark hair shot through with early silver at the temples, a jaw that could cut glass. When he turned, the undershirt rode up just enough to show the deep V of muscle disappearing into his waistband.His eyes landed on Alex and staye
His Roommate’s Hard RulesChapter 3The knock came at 10:17 p.m.Leo was already naked, kneeling on the thick rug at the foot of Marcus’s bed like he’d been told. His cock stood hard against his stomach, flushed and leaking, because Marcus had edged him for almost an hour before the guest arrived—fingers in his mouth, fingers in his ass, the flat of a palm cracking sharp across his thighs every time he got too close. Rule two still held. He hadn’t come. His balls ached with it.Marcus opened the door wearing only black jeans, top button undone, the heavy outline of his cock already visible down the left thigh. The man who stepped inside was taller, broader through the shoulders, dark hair cropped short, a thin scar cutting through one eyebrow. Mid-thirties. The kind of body that looked like it belonged in a locker room and a bedroom at the same time.“Leo,” Marcus said, voice low, “this is Dane. Dane, this is the roommate I told you about.”Dane’s eyes dragged over Leo’s kneeling form
His Roommate’s Hard RulesChapter 3The knock came at 10:17 p.m.Leo was already naked, kneeling on the thick rug at the foot of Marcus’s bed like he’d been told. His cock stood hard against his stomach, flushed and leaking, because Marcus had edged him for almost an hour before the guest arrived—fingers in his mouth, fingers in his ass, the flat of a palm cracking sharp across his thighs every time he got too close. Rule two still held. He hadn’t come. His balls ached with it.Marcus opened the door wearing only black jeans, top button undone, the heavy outline of his cock already visible down the left thigh. The man who stepped inside was taller, broader through the shoulders, dark hair cropped short, a thin scar cutting through one eyebrow. Mid-thirties. The kind of body that looked like it belonged in a locker room and a bedroom at the same time.“Leo,” Marcus said, voice low, “this is Dane. Dane, this is the roommate I told you about.”Dane’s eyes dragged over Leo’s kneeling form
His Roommate’s Hard RulesChapter 2Leo woke to the smell of coffee and the low rumble of Marcus’s voice on a phone call in the next room. Sunlight cut across the bed in sharp gold bars. His body ached in places that still pulsed with memory—hips, thighs, the deep, satisfying soreness inside him where Marcus had fucked him open the night before.He sat up slowly. The sheets were a wreck. Come had dried on his stomach in thin white streaks. His hole fluttered at the memory of that thick cock stretching him, the way Marcus had held him down and told him exactly how long he’d wanted it.The bedroom door was half-open. Marcus stood in the kitchen wearing only black sweatpants that sat low on his hips, phone pressed to his ear, back to Leo. The morning light painted every ridge of muscle down his spine. When he shifted, the heavy outline of his cock swung against the soft fabric, still thick even soft.Marcus ended the call and turned. His eyes dragged over Leo’s naked body without hesitat
His Roommate’s Hard RulesChapter 1The apartment smelled like clean laundry and something darker—cedar, skin, and the faint trace of cologne that clung to the walls. Leo stood in the doorway with his duffel bag cutting into his shoulder, staring at the man who had just opened the door.Marcus Kane. Thirty-two. Six-foot-two. Dark hair still damp from a shower, black towel hanging low on his hips, water beading down the deep cut of his abs. A thin line of hair trailed from his navel and disappeared under the towel. His chest was broad, nipples tight from the cool air, and the way he leaned against the doorframe made the muscles in his forearm flex.“You’re early,” Marcus said, voice low and rough, like he’d just woken up or just finished fucking someone. He didn’t step aside right away. His eyes dragged over Leo—college senior, twenty-two, lean from soccer, blond hair a little too long, cheeks already flushing under the older man’s stare.Leo’s mouth went dry. “Flight got in early. I t
Chapter 3Thursday arrived like a held breath.Theo spent the entire day in a low, constant state of awareness. Every time he shifted in his seat during seminar, the residual ache reminded him exactly who had been inside him two nights earlier. He didn’t dare look at Professor Hale longer than necessary while the rest of the class was present. The older man gave no outward sign that anything had changed—calm, precise, completely professional—yet Theo felt the weight of that attention like a hand on the back of his neck.When the final student filed out at 6:40 p.m., Theo remained seated.Hale closed the door without a word, locked it, and turned.“Stand up. Clothes off. Fold them on the chair.”Theo obeyed. Shirt. Jeans. Briefs. Socks. Until he stood completely bare under the warm office light, cock already hard against his stomach from pure anticipation. Hale walked a slow circle around him, eyes cataloguing every detail—the faint bruises still visible on his hips, the way his cock t
Chapter 1: Caught in the ActThe bass from Jordan’s speakers thumped through the walls as I slipped out of his room, heart hammering like a damn traitor. The party downstairs was still raging—cheap beer, shitty EDM, and too many people crammed into his parents’ living room. But I wasn’t going back
Chapter 4: Shadows and Surrender The crack outside the cabin window jolted me awake before dawn, my body still sore and marked from Damien’s relentless claiming the night before. I lay tangled in the heavy blankets, his arm draped possessively over my waist, his breath warm against my neck. For a
Chapter 3: Cabin Fever The family cabin loomed ahead like a trap wrapped in pine trees and fresh snow. Mom and Dad had insisted on the weekend getaway to bond us all together, but they bailed at the last minute with some excuse about a work emergency back in the city. Convenient. Or maybe suspicio
Chapter 2: Bound by the Secret The flash from Damien’s phone burned behind my eyelids long after he lowered the device. My knees still ached against the basement carpet, my lips felt swollen and raw, and the taste of him lingered on my tongue like a brand I could not wash away. I stared up at him,







