Mag-log inChapter 7“I’m your filthy whore!” The words broke on a moan as pleasure coiled tighter in my belly.They swapped without warning. Kieran pulled out and moved behind me, slamming into my dripping pussy in one brutal thrust. Jax gripped my hair and fed his cock, still tasting of my ass, into my mouth. The depraved flavor made me whimper, but I sucked him eagerly, hollowing my cheeks.Kieran fucked my pussy with long, grinding strokes, hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over. “Goddamn, she’s creaming all over me,” he groaned. “So fucking wet for this.”They used me like that for what felt like hours, switching holes, changing angles, dragging out every sensation. Jax would pull my hair and make me look at Marcus while he railed my ass. Kieran would pinch and slap my tits, making them bounce as he fucked my throat. My body became a slick, trembling mess of pleasure. Orgasms rolled through me one after another, each one longer and more devastating than the last. I squirted ar
Chapter 6The kitchen smelled like raw sex…thick, musky, and filthy. Sweat, cum, and my own dripping arousal hung heavy in the air. My body was still shaking, muscles twitching from the brutal orgasm they’d just ripped out of me. I turned my head slowly, neck aching, and met Marcus’s gaze across the room. His eyes were bottomless pits of pain, love, and a hunger so sharp it hurt to look at. His hand was still stretched toward me, trembling in the air like he could somehow pull me back from the edge we’d all crossed.Cum streaked my face, warm and sticky across my cheeks and lips. More of it coated my breasts, dripping in slow, obscene trails down my stomach. I felt marked. Claimed. Ruined in the best and worst ways.The soft whir of Marcus’s wheelchair cut through the heavy silence. He pushed forward, knuckles bone-white on the rims, eyes locked on the sight of me pinned between his two best friends. Jax and Kieran were still pressed against me, their bodies hot and slick, cocks ha
Chapter 5"That's it," Kieran encourages, his hand sliding into my panties. "Make those pretty sounds for us." His fingers find my clit, circling it once, twice, before dipping lower to test my wetness. "So fucking drenched. You really are a little slut, aren't you?""Yes," I gasp as Jax bites down on my nipple. "I'm your slut.""Both of us," Jax corrects, releasing my breast with a wet pop. His eyes are dark with lust. "You belong to both of us now."Kieran's fingers slide inside me, two at first, then a third. He curls them, finding that spot that makes my vision blur. "So tight," he marvels. "It's going to feel amazing when I'm balls-deep in this pussy.""Turn around," Jax commands, releasing my throat. "Bend over the counter."I obey, my hands bracing against the cool granite. Kieran keeps his fingers buried inside me as I move, the angle changing, making him hit deeper. I can hear the rustle of clothing behind me, Jax removing his pants, Kieran following suit."Look at that ass,
Chapter 4 The wheels of Marcus's chair hum softly against the wood as we begin our descent. Each step down feels like a step toward something inevitable, something my body has been craving for weeks. The rich scent of coffee grows stronger, mingling with the steam still rising from my shower-damp hair. My fingers tighten around Marcus's hand, his grip steady and grounding even as my pulse races with anticipation. Halfway down, I see them. Kieran stands by the coffee maker, mug in hand, while Jax leans against the opposite counter. The moment our feet hit the bottom landing, the air shifts. It's not just the coffee anymore, it's the charged silence, the way both men's heads turn in perfect sync, like they’ve been waiting for us…for me Kieran's eyes lock with mine first. There's no mistaking the heat there, the raw hunger that makes my pussy clench. He slowly sets his mug on the counter, the ceramic clicking against granite like a starting gun. Then he moves, closing the distanc
Chapter 3I came downstairs later on and Kieran had his arm draped loosely over my calf, dark hair messy against the rug. His breathing was deep and even. Jax stayed beside me on the wide sofa, solid and warm, one hand resting possessively near my hip even in sleep.My body was a live wire. The ache between my thighs had sharpened overnight into something almost painful, a deep, throbbing need that no amount of pretending could ignore anymore. Marcus’s words from days ago kept echoing: I want this for you. The permission he’d given me should have freed something inside, but instead it sat heavy in my chest like a stone.I slipped out from under Jax’s jacket carefully, my bare feet silent on the cool floorboards. The house hummed with early morning quiet, but I could hear faint sounds drifting up from the kitchen, cabinet doors, the low grind of beans in the coffee maker. They were already awake. Of course they were.I needed space. I needed release. I needed to stop feeling like I
Chapter 2I’d frozen, heart hammering so hard I thought he could hear it. Sharing me. With Jax and Kieran….His best friends?The words had hung between us like damn smoke. I’d told him he was crazy. That I loved only him. That vows meant something.But that night, after he fell asleep, I lay there imagining it. Not the act itself…not yet, but the possibility. Hands that weren’t scarred and hesitant. Mouths that could devour instead of gently kiss. Bodies that could press me into the mattress with hunger instead of careful restraint. The shame that followed had been scorching.Now they were here under the same roof again, and the air felt charged. Every shared glance, every accidental brush of shoulders in the hallway, every low laugh that sent warmth spiraling through me, it all built like a storm I couldn’t outrun.Dinner was torture wrapped in domesticity.We sat around the table on the porch, fairy lights Marcus and I had strung up years ago casting a soft glow. Laughter came eas
Chapter 4The moment I stumble out of the shower stall, my legs still trembling, the air hits my damp skin like a slap. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body humming with the aftershocks of Luke’s brutal touch, my thighs slick with his release and my own. I don’t even have the strength to wrap
Chapter 2Then the Jumbotron flickers, and there I am. Holy shit. My face is blown up fifty feet tall, my hair a wild mess from the wind, my lips parted, eyes wide. And then the camera pans out, and there he is…Chad fucking Rivers, all six-foot-something of sweat-slicked, golden-skinned perfection
Chapter 1 I stormed out of the house so fast I barely registered the cold air smacking my cheeks. My hands were shaking, chest tight, throat burning. Everything in me felt like it was shattering.“Amanda, wait! Amanda, please,” Michael begged behind me.I heard the slap of his bare feet on the ti
Chapter 1 I adjust the hem of my cheer uniform, the pleated skirt riding higher than regulation allows, my fingers brushing against the smooth fabric of my thigh-high socks. The material is stiff, the elastic digging into my skin hard enough to hurt, I’m standing in the hallway outside the boys’







