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Caught In The Act.

Author: Rue Ella
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-17 22:34:44

Quinn.

I have a secret.

I’m horny. Like, extremely. The kind of horny where I’m irrational and reckless and should probably lock myself in a convent before I do something stupid.

I know I should be careful—living with five men, one of them being Cade freakin’ West, my brother’s best friend and the bane of my existence—but tonight? Tonight I didn’t care. I was pissed. Covered in beer. My nerves shot to hell.

So after a shower, instead of crawling into bed and forgetting the day, I grabbed my vibrator. Just a quickie before the guys got back. No one would know. No harm done.

Except now, I’m completely naked, legs spread, vibrator buzzing between my thighs—while my brother’s best friend stands in my doorway, eyes wide.

“Oh my God—CADE!” I gasp, scrambling like a lunatic, the sheet slipping through my hands. The vibrator jolts free, tumbles off the bed, and rolls across the floor until it hits Cade’s feet.

If I thought I wanted to die before, now I want the ground to open up and swallow m
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    Quinn “Kiss me.”The words leave my mouth on a desperate exhale, a plea wrapped in a breath. My legs fall open for him, an invitation he’s been waiting for. The world outside this little alcove—the distant chatter of the people around us, the risk of being seen—it all dissolves into a dull hum. All I see is Cade. All I feel is the raw, magnetic pull of him.His eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, are impossibly soft. They hold mine for a heartbeat, two, and then he crashes into me. His mouth isn’t gentle. It’s a claiming. A fucking conquest. His tongue pushes past my lips, tasting of whiskey and pure, unadulterated want. I moan into him, my fingers tangling in the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.His hands are everywhere at once. One cups my breast through my thin top, his thumb circling my nipple until it’s a hard, aching peak. He growls against my mouth, a low, visceral sound that goes straight to my cunt.“Need these out,” he rasps, his voice roug

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  • Falling For My Brother's Best Friend   Obsessed With Her

    Quinn"Where'd you go?"I'm sitting cross-legged on my bed when he walks in, and something about him makes me pause mid-scroll through my phone."Cole," Cade mumbles, but his eyes are focused on me with an intensity that makes every hair on my neck stand on end.My mouth goes dry. Actually, scratch that—my mouth almost waters while between my legs already beats it to the punch.Oh God.My breath catches in my throat. "But you said we weren't going."He doesn't answer immediately. Instead, he takes off his jacket with deliberate slowness, maintaining that burning eye contact the entire time.The jacket drops to the floor.He's in just his tank top now—black, tight, showing off arms that have no business looking that good.He starts climbing onto the bed. Slowly. Purposefully. Like a predator stalking prey."What are you doing?" I ask, my voice coming out breathier than I intended.He keeps coming closer, not saying a word. Just looking at me like I'm something he wants to devour.My he

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  • Falling For My Brother's Best Friend   Worse Than A Monster.

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  • Falling For My Brother's Best Friend   Poetically Insane.

    Cole"Please... don't kill me."I hum softly as I add another delicate brushstroke to the canvas, ignoring her pathetic whimpering.The sound is getting repetitive. Boring, even.Tears flow down her cheek in rivers, her mascara running in black streaks that would almost be artistic if they weren't so cliché. She keeps crying, her body trembling in the chair where I've bound her with expert precision.Twenty-three knots. I counted as I tied them."Where is he?" I murmur to myself, glancing at the ornate clock on the wall. "He should be here already."Cade is usually so punctual. It's one of the things I appreciate about him.I return to my painting, adding shadow to the neck area. The composition is coming along beautifully. One of my better works, I think.The woman continues her pathetic begging. "Please, I have a family, I have a grandmother who depends on me, please, I'll do anything—"Anything. They always say anything.She's shaking so violently the chair is rattling against the

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