ログインMy hands tighten into fists at my side and I feel the overwhelming urge to beat the hell out of Dante. How can he have a fiancé, but still sleep with Zoey? Why is Olivia so okay with this? I wait for them to get further up the stairs, take a deep breath and follow after them. Why am I doing this? I don't have a clue. I don't know why I am torturing myself like this. Zoey isn't mine, and that is my fault. So, why should I care that she is sleeping with another guy? When I get upstairs they are already in Zoey's bedroom. Her door is cracked open, like she knew I would be coming up here. Like she wants me to see this. When I look through the cracked door, it's like a stab straight to the heart. They wasted no time. Dante is just pushing inside her, making her moan and arch her back. He starts thrusting in and out of her at a fast pace, groaning and making comments about how good it feels. Because of where her bed is sitting in the room I am able to see everything. I watch for a few mo
I spend the day finishing all the last minute details for the party. Everything is more expensive when you do it last minute, but I don't care about the money. I just want to give Zoey a good party. I want her to forgive me, so we can enjoy the rest of our summer together. Later that evening guys from the team start showing up, letting themselves in. I have always had a sort of open door policy with the guys on the team. They are welcome to come and go as they please, anytime they want. Some of the guys bring their girlfriends and wives, others show up by themselves. "Where's my girl at?" Dante asks, as he makes his way into the kitchen where I am putting the rest of the drinks out. I hate to admit how much hearing him call her 'my girl' bothers me. Zoey was right. I can't have it both ways. I was the one that told her we couldn't be together. So, I have no right to get mad or jealous. "I think she is still upstairs getting ready. She should be down here shortly." I say, trying to
I don't know how to answer that, because there is no good answer I can give her. No matter what I say, I am going to sound like an asshole. She probably thinks I just used her, which was not my intention. I never meant to use her. I never meant for any of this to happen in the first place. I don't know what happened. I just couldn't stop myself. No matter how hard I tried. I just couldn't make myself stop. I couldn't convince myself I shouldn't be doing it, especially not in the moment. I stare into her eyes. Eyes that are usually so bright and full of joy. Eyes that are now filled with pain. Pain that I caused. A single tear slips down Zoey's cheek and she wipes it away, as quickly as she can. I take a step towards her, reaching for her hand. "Zoey, I- I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you." I say, grabbing her hand in mine. Zoey yanks her hand back, and wipes another tear away. "Don't fucking touch me." She says, voice breaking as more tears start falling. "You don't get to tou
With each step, I feel myself getting harder. Fuck, I have never wanted anyone this bad. The second I hit the last step, I lean in kissing her again. Zoey moans against my mouth, wrapping her arms tight around my neck. I feel her nibble on my lip and I groan.I walk as quickly as I can to my room, flinging the door open. I set her down at the foot of the bed, kissing her one last time. "Let's get this dress off of you baby." I say, helping her out of her dress. The dress pools around her ankles and I groan loud, taking a step back to look her up and down. Zoey bites her lip nervously. "Do you like what you see?" She asks, hesitantly. I nod my head. "Yes, I love it. You are so fucking beautiful. Every inch of your body is perfect." I say, looking at her breasts.I lean down to kiss her again, reaching up to play with her perfect, perky tits and pretty pink nipples. Zoey moans again, reaching up to my chest. She starts unbuttoning my shirt slowly, stepping closer to me, until there is
Zoey giggles. "We just ordered our food though." I hold my hand out further towards her. "We will have some delivered." Zoey shakes her head, giving me a big smile as she slides over towards me. She places her hand in mine and I help her stand up. We start walking towards the door and I can't help but notice all the guys looking at her. Part of me just wants to pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, carry her out of here caveman style. Maybe then these guys will understand she's not on the menu.I get her out of the restaurant as quickly as I can. The second we step out on the sidewalk the valet goes to get my car. I don't have to ask, they already know. A couple of seconds later my car is parked right in front of us. I hold the door open for Zoey, and she slides into the seat, smirking at me. Closing her door, I make my way around to the driver’s seat. I pull away from the restaurant, driving like a bat out of hell. I already know this is going to be the longest drive home of
I stare at her for a minute shocked, I wasn't expecting that at all. Now that it's happened it's the only thing my brain can focus on. Zoey takes a step back, dropping her arms to her side. "I'm so sorry. We should just go back to the house. I didn't mean to ruin our dinner." She says, turning away from the restaurant and starting to walk off. I grab her wrist and pull her back over to me. "It's okay, princess. I umm, I wasn't expecting you to do that is all. You just caught me by surprise. You didn't ruin anything. How about we go inside, okay? Everything is alright." I say, trying to make her feel better. What I really want to do is grab her and kiss her hard, show her how desperately I want her. That is not going to happen though, because it can't happen. I am twice her age, technically family, and I am supposed to be looking out for her this summer. Not making her mine. Besides I'm sure she only kissed me because she was excited about the restaurant, not because she actually wan
Don't worry babygirl. I will protect you. Does he even know what it does to me when he calls me babygirl like that? He doesn't even have to say anything, just sitting this close to me is enough to make my panties wet. If I were wearing any that is.I turn and smile at him mischievously. "Thanks dad
Grant runs in the kitchen a second later, dripping wet, and laughing. Naudia pokes her head out from behind me, still giggling. Grant looks at her and shakes his head."Hey that's cheating!" He says, laughing harder. Naudia hides behind me again, rubbing her boobs across my back. "You shouldn't be
She keeps rubbing up against me, and I know I'm supposed to be swimming, but I think I might drown us both if I try to swim with her rubbing her pussy against me like that. Her breathing turns a little heavy as she rubs up against me faster, pushing down a little harder. Naudia is close. She is us
The cold water does absolutely nothing to help the heat flooding my body or the hard bulge in my swim trunks that just won't stop growing harder. Thank God the water covers it. That would be embarrassing for all three of us. Naudia walks towards the steps of the pool and Grant stops her by saying.







