LOGINAudricI was finishing my coffee when Zuri walked into the dining room wearing my shirt.The house was quiet, just the hum of the fridge and the sound of the coffee maker finishing its cycle, and then she showed up in the doorway and ruined the whole morning before it even started. She was limping a little, ankle still wrapped from yesterday’s mess at the rink, and for a second I actually wondered if she’d kept the bandage on longer than she needed just for the sympathy points. Which was a shitty thing to think. I knew it was shitty. Didn’t stop the thought from showing up anyway.“Morning,” she said, like everything between us was normal, like she hadn’t spent the last few days turning into somebody I couldn’t stand to be around.“Why are you wearing my shirt?”She glanced down at it like she was only now noticing. “I didn’t know it was yours. Found it in Ethan’s room.”“Take it off.”“Why?” She raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe like she had all the time in the
ZuriI clenched my fists in the sheets, back arching hard as he began licking me in slow, deliberate circles. Teasing, exploring, savoring. Where Ethan had been rough and demanding, Chris was pure torture: slow, gentle, and devastatingly precise. His tongue danced over my clit, lapped at my folds, and dipped lower, tasting every drop of my arousal. I was dripping, soaking the sheets beneath me, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing.He brought me right to the edge with maddening patience, flicking and swirling until my thighs trembled and soft, broken whimpers slipped from my lips. I wanted to beg. Harder, faster, more. But I bit down hard, refusing to give in so easily. I could play their game. I wanted to come so badly. But I also craved this delicious, endless teasing even more.Chris groaned into my soaked pussy, the deep vibration rolling through my core. His tongue flicked faster over my swollen clit, dragging me right to the brink. My back arched sharply off the bed,
Zuri‘Oh my God, it’s happening. This is actually fucking happening. They are touching me. Am I finally going to lose my virginity? And to the men I’ve always wanted.’I thought, my eyes still locked on the lustful, hungry eyes of Ethan as he waited for my permission.I nodded slightly. “Yes.”He groaned. “Good girl.”He hooked his fingers on the side of my panties and moved them aside, exposing my pussy to the cool air. I almost gasped at the contact.“Fuck. She’s so wet,” he told his brother, who was now seated behind me on the bed, my head resting against his chest, his solid cock digging into my back.“And so full and pink,” Chris said, and I felt his cock jerk against my back. “I much to munch on that fat clit all day after you are done.”They were staring at my soaked pussy and talking about it like I wasn’t even there.I rolled my hips up, inviting Ethan to taste me without saying the words.“So impatient and needy,” he said with an arrogant smirk. “I like that prince
Zuri“We’re on the next flight available to your school,” Jackson said, and I could already hear him moving around in the background, drawers opening, the particular chaos of a man packing badly.“But I thought Mum said you two had meetings all week.”“That’s true.” That was Brandon’s voice now, closer to the phone. “But nothing’s more important than our princess.”“Dad, I’m fine.” I shifted against the pillows, wincing when my ankle protested the movement. “It’s just a minor accident. I’ll be fine.”The door pushed open and Ethan came in balancing a bowl of soup like it might attack him, steam curling off the top. He set it on the nightstand and sat carefully on the edge of the bed, watching me with the phone still pressed to my ear.“Besides,” I said, “the boys are taking care of me.”Ethan reached over and plucked the phone gently from my hand before I could stop him. “Uncle Brandon. Uncle Jack. Zuri’s fine. We’re taking care of her.”I heard my dads’ voices overlap on the other en
ZuriPractice had barely started when the doors banged open and the squad walked in like they owned the ice.Gabriela led, of course, Octavia a step behind her, two other girls trailing in matching jackets. They settled into the bleachers a few rows up from where I sat with my clipboard and water bottles, and I felt the temperature in the room drop the second Gabriela’s eyes found me.“Oh look.” Her voice carried, pitched exactly loud enough. “It’s the fat errand girl.”The girls beside her laughed on cue, that practiced, hollow sound. I kept my eyes on the ice, on Audric running drills, and pretended my ears weren’t burning.“Does she come with the equipment,” Octavia added, “or is she extra?”More laughing. I gripped my water bottle tighter and said nothing, because saying something had never once worked, not once in two years of this.I stood to grab the extra pucks from the bench. Gabriela came down the bleacher steps toward me, heels clicking, phone out.“You know they’re mine, r
ZuriI made it back to my dorm on legs that didn’t feel entirely mine, shut the door, and leaned against it like it was the only thing holding me up.Breathe.It was just a kiss. It meant nothing. He’d said so himself.I pressed the heel of my hand against my eye where it throbbed and told myself that a hundred more times until it almost sounded true. My reflection in the dark window looked like someone else. Someone whose whole life hadn’t just cracked down the middle in one afternoon.I slid down the door until I was sitting on the floor, and that’s when I saw it. An envelope, slipped halfway under the door, my name written across the front in handwriting I didn’t recognize.I opened it.An invitation. Gold lettering, heavy cardstock. Chase Whitfield requests the pleasure of your company — his birthday, two weeks out, some address near the lake I didn’t know.I stared at it for a second, grateful for anything that wasn’t Ethan’s mouth or Audric’s watch or the sound my own laugh had
RHEABrandon and Jackson stopped dead in the doorway.I watched their eyes travel over me—taking in the blood-red silk, my makeup, my spread legs, the shameless confidence in my pose. Their gazes lingered on my exposed breasts, dropped to where the nightdress had ridden up to show everything, then
RheaJackson dropped to his knees between my legs so fast I barely had time to register the movement. He slapped my hand away from my pussy and replaced it with his mouth.The first touch of his tongue against my clit sent electricity shooting through my entire body. I gasped, my hips jerking up i
RHEAThe ride to the hospital was tense and silent except for my labored breathing. Brandon drove like a man possessed, weaving through traffic with single-minded focus. Jackson sat in the back with me, his hand wrapped around my wrist, fingers pressed against my pulse point.“You’re okay,” he kep
RheaA few minutes after Brandon and Jackson left for the club, I walked into my room and shut the door behind me with deliberate slowness.I was done.Done playing victim. Done crying into my pillow. Done cowering every time they looked at me. Done letting them control how I felt.I reached my bre







