LOGINChapter 3The warm evening breeze carried the scent of salt and jasmine as Jeremy’s fingers slowly lifted from my eyes. My lashes fluttered open, and for a heartbeat, I simply stood there, frozen. The beach had been transformed. Delicate strings of fairy lights crisscrossed above, giving a golden glow over the sand, while clusters of deep red roses were scattered along the shoreline. A path of petals led toward the water, and the ocean itself shimmered under the moonlight; it looked like a movie. My breath hitched, my fingers tightening around Jeremy’s wrist. “It’s… beautiful,” I whispered, my voice trembling. Jeremy stepped closer, his body heat seeping into me. His thumb brushed my cheekbone, tilting my face up until our eyes met. “I just wanted you to know,” he said, his voice rough, “that I really want us to work. Give me another chance, Rubes.”I swallowed hard, my throat tight. I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to. But the ghosts of our past still hurt, “Jeremy…” I sta
Chapter 2My legs wobbled slightly, my ankles unsteady from hours of dancing and one too many vodka sodas. Beside me, Jeremy moved with the confidence of course he did, he knew exactly how good he looked. “Fuck, it’s cold,” I laughed, wrapping my arms around myself, but the chill did little to dampen the heat pooling low in my already swollen pussy.Jeremy didn’t answer with words. Instead, his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His body felt so warm. His fingers splayed possessively over my hip, his thumb brushing the bare skin where my dress had ridden up. “I missed you, Rubes,” he slurred, his breath hot against my ear, the scent of whiskey and something else I couldn't put my mind on on his breath. I should’ve pushed him away. Maybe even rolled my eyes, called him an idiot, reminded him of all the reasons I’d spent years trying to forget him. But my body had other ideas. My pulse jumped, my nipples tightening against the thin fabric of my dress, my thig
Chapter 1The sun hadn’t even set, and already the island felt too warm.The kind of warmth that clung to your skin and made you swear everywhere, making everything feel a little too intimate. The ocean wind carried the scent of salt and hibiscus, as if reminding me where I was… far from home, far from normal, far from anything predictable.It was A destination wedding. A week of celebration. A perfect escape.That’s what I told myself when I came here.What I didn’t know was what nobody bothered to warn me about. Was that Jeremy, my first love would be stepping off the boat today instead of tomorrow. Tomorrow would’ve given me time to rehearse indifference, to practice a casual nod, maybe even look unaffected.One moment, the boat was docking; the next, he was there, walking down the ramp with the same loose confidence he’d always had. Jeremy was a man, not my teenage lover; he had Broad shoulders. Rolled sleeves. With the Sun catching in his hair. His jawline was sharp, and he l
Chapter 7Ava leads the way, her hips swaying with confidence. I follow, my skirt still hiked up from the out last railing, my thighs still l sticky with my juices. Jordan walks behind us, his cock already half-hard again; it’s probably the memory of my tight cunt and Ava’s commands fueling his hunger. The principal’s office is straight ahead, its heavy oak door closed with the golden nameplate gleaming (Principal Whitmore). I smile, oh, this will be fun.Ava doesn’t knock. She turns the handle, pushing the door open slowly. The office is empty, the large mahogany desk in the middle of the space, the table empty except for a single framed photo of the principal and his wife. My breath hitches as Ava shuts the door behind us, Jordan exhales sharply, his fingers twitching at his sides, his cock straining against his zipper.“Fuck,” I whisper, my back pressing against the door as Ava steps closer, her fingers trailing up my thigh. “We’re really doing this here?”Ava’s lips curl into a
Chapter 6The air in the empty classroom is thick with the scent of sex. It’s musky, sweet, and intoxicating. My lips are still swollen from Jordan’s cock, my thighs slick with his cum, my body humming with the aftershocks of his rough fucking. Ava stands just inside the doorway, her arms crossed, her dark eyes locked onto the two of us. She doesn’t speak; her eyes just roam our bodies.Jordan exhales sharply, his cock glistening with my saliva and his own release. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze flicking between the two of us. Ava doesn’t wait for him to respond to my question. She steps forward, her hips swaying with confidence, her fingers trailing along the edge of the desk as she circles me and Jordan. Her nails are sharp, painted a deep red, and they click against the wood as she moves. "Well?" she purrs, her voice low and smoky. "Are we doing this, or are we just going to stand here pretending we don’t all want the same thing?"Jordan’s jaw tightens,
Chapter 5I freeze as Ava brings her thumb to her own mouth, her tongue darting out to taste. Her eyes darken. “And you’ve got cum on your lips, you slut.”I groan, my face burning as I wipe at my mouth with the back of my hand. “Oh my god, shut up, Ava!”Ava grabs my wrist, pulling me into a quick hug. “Relax, I’m not judging. I’m impressed.” She leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Does he fuck as good as he looks?”Before I can answer, a familiar hand clamps around my wrist. Jordan yanks me back against his chest, his other hand sliding possessively over my stomach. His voice is a low growl in my ear, sending a fresh wave of heat through me. “I fucking passed.”Ava’s eyebrows shoot up, her grin widening. “Well, well. Congratulations, teacher’s pet.”Jordan ignores her, his grip on me tightening as he pulls me toward an empty classroom down the hall. The door swings shut behind us with a final click, the sound echoing in the silence. I barely have time to proc







