LOGINZuriI 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
ChrisHaving a secret crush on Zuri for years is devastating enough. Now I’m standing here like a moron watching her mouth still swollen from my brother’s.“When did you two…?” My voice didn’t sound like mine.“There’s nothing between us.” Ethan cut me off before I even finished the question. “Nothing at all.”“I kissed him because I wanted to,” Zuri said, cutting in before either of us could say anything else. Her chin lifted, daring me to argue. “Why do you look so mad?”Because I’ve wanted to kiss those lips for two years and my brother just did it without even trying.I couldn’t say that. Not to her. Maybe not ever.I knew my brother. I’d watched him charm his way through half the girls on this campus, tell them exactly what they wanted to hear, and forget their names by morning. That was just Ethan. Easy come, easy go, no harm done because nobody expected anything different from him.But Zuri wasn’t supposed to be one of those girls.She was the girl I’d known since we we
RheaThe beach house materialized through the palm trees like something from a dream.I stepped out of the car, and the view stopped me cold. The house itself was stunning, all white stone and floor-to-ceiling windows, but it was what lay beyond that stole my breath. The ocean stretched out endless
BrandonThe moment my father’s car turned the corner and disappeared from view, I exploded. “What the fuck are you doing here?”Danica startled, her hand still on the door handle of our car. “What?”“Don’t know what’ me.” I stalked toward her, every muscle in my body coiled tight with rage. “Why th
RheaI was folding a sundress when my mother walked in.She didn’t knock, she never did. It was a holdover from the years in our cramped apartment where privacy was a luxury we couldn’t afford. I looked up from my suitcase, my heart doing a guilty trip against my ribs. I felt... different. My body
RheaI was so focused on my laptop screen that I did not hear Greg come in the first time.“Morning, kiddo.”I jumped, my hand flying to my chest. Greg stood in the doorway of the dining room, already dressed for the day in slacks and a button-down shirt, a coffee mug in his hand.“Sorry,” he said







