Mag-log inRemyâs POV. Tobyâs fingers locked around my wrist the moment I moved closer to him. He didnât speak, he just pulled me down the short hallway, shoved the bedroom door open with his shoulder, and pushed me inside hard enough that my back hit the wall. The door swung and closed loudly behind us.âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?â His voice stayed low, almost quiet, but the anger under it was sharp and noticeable.âWhat does it look like I'm doing, huh?â I raised my eyebrow. âYou think breaking up with me over a text is just going to end it.â I snap my fingers in front of his eyes. âNew flash, we are not done.â âYes we are, how dare you track me here and walk into this house like you own it. I told you we were done, what part of it do you not understand?â He hit the wall with his fist.âYou think I'm going to sit and let you go back to your ex just like that? What about me? I can share with him, I don't mind but I will not let go.â âYou will leave right now.â He pointed to t
Victorâs POV Three Days Later âInstead of constantly trying to apologize, why donât you use that pretty mouth of yours for something more interesting?â That was the last thing Toby said to me in the kitchen before I walked out. He had been like this for days, dropping quiet comments that landed too close and eyes that stayed on me a second longer than friendship allowed. He moved through the house shirtless in those loose grey joggers that hung low on his hips, the deep V-line cutting down like an invitation I kept telling myself not to accept. Every time he passed me in the hallway, the air felt thicker. I kept telling myself we were only sharing space, nothing more, but the way he looked at me made the lie harder to hold. Now I think we need distance. If I stayed this close for much longer, we were going to cross a line neither of us could take back. I was still mapping out how to spend the evening in my room when a soft knock pulled me out of my thoughts. âCome in,â I c
Victorâs POVâYes.â He replied almost immediately that it hurt.Toby walked toward the door, his hand closing around the handle. âYou should have thought about that before coming here. You had years to decide where you wanted to belong, and you made it clear that it wasn't with me.ââI won't leave.âHe turned back, his brows drawing together. âYou don't get to refuse. This isn't about what you want.ââI know, but I'm not leaving this time.âHis expression changed slightly.âI signed the divorce papers six months ago,â I continued, forcing myself to meet his eyes. âI'm done pretending to be someone I'm not, and I'm done allowing my family to decide what my life should look like. I came here because this is the only place where I remember being completely honest with myself.âToby stared at me for several seconds,seconds and then he shook his head. âYou say that now because you've finally lost the life you chose over me.ââI know how that sounds.ââDo you?â His voice cracked slightly be
Victorâs POVIt had been six months since I signed the divorce papers. Six months since my ex-wife and I finally stopped pretending we loved each other, six months since I walked away from the life my grandfather had carefully chosen for me. I should have felt free by now. Instead, freedom had left me with a strange emptiness I hadn't known how to fill.I needed somewhere quiet. Somewhere far enough from the family, the questions, and the constant reminder of everything I had done wrong. So, for the first time in years, I drove to the one place I had spent years avoiding: The Bramble Ridge.I left my house in the early evening, when the sky had already turned the color of old pewter. By the time I reached the property, the sun was sinking behind the trees, spreading a heavy orange glow across the field. I parked near the house and shut off the engine, but I remained behind the wheel for a moment, staring through the windshield.The Bramble Ridge still stood exactly where I remembered
Lorenâs POV. âDo you love me?â I kept my eyes on him, moving backward across the king-sized bed until my back met the tall bed frame. He stood naked at the end of the bed, sweat, rain, and precum all stained his smooth caramel skin. His cock cap remained thick and hard, pink and shiny.He climbed onto the mattress after me. âI wouldnât be here eating your pussy like itâs the best thing Iâve ever tasted if I didnât.â âThen show me.â I opened my thighs a little wider. âFuck me like Iâm the only one that exists.â His hands closed under my thighs and dragged me down in one smooth pull until my hips met his. He looked over my body slowly, stopping at my breasts, then lower. âYou want me rough or slow?â he asked. The question caught me off guard. For once I had no quick answer. âSlow, then,â he decided.He bent down, turned my chin to the side, and put his mouth on my neck. He sucked hard over the sensitive visible vein. A hot streak of precum moved straight down between my leg
Shannon's POVâOnlyâŠyou." I tried to answer her while eating her cunt, but the words came out muffled and slurry.She pressed my face harder, smearing herself across my mouth and chin. I kept licking, fingering her, my free hand cupping one breast, pinching the nipple in between fingers, and sliding back down to grip her thigh. I moved left and right, up and down, on her pussy, shaking my head vigorously to flick her folds until she whimpered and gripped more of my hair.The speed of the vibrator on my cock didn't stop either, and the massager inside me rammed the exact angle that made his thighs shake every passing second. My eyes watered and rolled back, but I licked deeper, fucking my tongue into her the way she liked, sealing my lips around her clit and sucking, making sure I made a popping sound every time.âNnnng⊠Who do you love?â She asked another question.âYouââ I gasped against her when she let me breathe for a brief second. âI love you so fucking much, Loren.â*She's so







