LOGINZuri“Just pick something!” Mira called from my bed, where she’d already laid out four different outfits like some kind of fashion buffet. “We’re going to be late, Zu.”“I’m trying.” I held up a dress against myself in the mirror and immediately put it back down.Everything that used to fit right felt different now. The ones that looked good on the hanger clung to every curve the second I put them on, hugging my hips and stomach in ways that made my skin crawl with self-consciousness. I turned sideways, sucked in a breath I didn’t need to hold, and hated how much I was still doing that after all these years.“This one’s too tight.” I tossed a red dress onto the growing pile of rejects.“That one looked incredible on you.”“That’s the problem.”Mira sighed and got up, rifling through my closet herself until she pulled out a flowy gown in soft green, the kind that skimmed rather than clung, falling just past my knee.“Try this.”I put it on, and something in my chest loosened a little w
Audric“Fucking piece of shit,” I muttered, kicking the locker hard enough that it hurt. I didn’t care.Chase had a lot of nerve going after Zuri like that, when I knew exactly what he was doing. Guys like him didn’t chase girls like her because they meant it. They did it because it was fun to watch. And I wasn’t going to stand around and let him break her heart doing it.I’d left the celebration early, too pissed to pretend I was happy about the win. All I could think about was Zuri on her feet cheering for him. She’d only ever cheered for us. Today was the first time I’d watched her get up like that for somebody else, and it landed somewhere I didn’t have a name for.I was still catching my breath when Gabriela let herself into the locker room like she owned it.“You did so well out there.” She shut the door behind her, already crossing toward me.“You shouldn’t be in here.”“Why not? It’s not the first time I’ve been alone with you.”She reached for the towel at my waist and I caug
EthanI’d never wanted to lose a game more in my life, not because I didn’t want the win, but because right now hockey was the only thing standing between me and going after my own brother in front of a packed rink.I’d caught the whole thing from the bench. Audric running his mouth in front of everybody, throwing Zuri under the bus like she meant nothing to him, and Gabriela doing her little fake-injury routine like she wasn’t the most obvious liar on this entire campus. My jaw had been locked tight since the puck dropped, and I could feel it in my shoulders every time I hit the ice, a low simmering thing that wasn’t going away on its own.First period was clean. Fast, physical, the way our games against Whitfield’s team always were, old rivalry, old grudges, nothing personal. I put a shoulder into somebody along the boards and it felt good, felt like somewhere to put all this energy that had nowhere else to go.Then Chase scored.Clean shot, top corner, our goalie barely got a glove
ZuriI’d barely gotten through the gym doors when Audric spotted me from across the rink, already dressed for the game, pads and jersey on, skates laced, looking every bit like the captain everyone expected him to be.“Why are you here?” He skated closer to the boards, stopping right at the edge where the ice met the concrete. “I told you, you’re no longer my assistant. Unless you’re here to apologize to Gabriela.”The bleachers were filling up around us, parents and students finding seats, other players stretching along the boards in full gear, and I felt my face heat under the sheer number of people close enough to hear this.“I’m not here for you.” I kept my voice level, even though everything in me wanted to snap. “Life doesn’t revolve around you, Audric. I’m here to cheer for them.”I nodded toward the far end of the ice, where Ethan and Chris were running through warm-up drills with the rest of the team, sticks tapping the ice in that easy rhythm they’d had since they were
AudricI 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,
RheaBrandon frowned when he saw her.Danica was at the end of our row in a fitted cream top, her bump showing softly, hair loose around her shoulders, a cup in her hand. She spotted Brandon and her whole face lit up like she had been looking for him all evening and had finally found him.“Baby.”
Rhea“On your back,” Jackson said, voice low and measured, the same calm authority he used when he was already three steps ahead of my resistance. “Knees up, then let them fall open. Wide.”I climbed onto the cool wood surface of the table. The chill sank instantly into my spine, raising fresh goos
RheaI chuckled, “The idea of pregnancy is insane.”As much as it excited me, it was, of course, insane. The thought of being pregnant by both of them was more terrifying than it was exciting. Imagine the whole house learning we’ve been fucking. We are meant to be siblings, technically so.“Is it?”
RheaI arrived at Thompson Hall at seven forty-five.I was fifteen minutes early, which gave me exactly fifteen minutes to pace the small lecture room and question every desperate decision that had led me here. Room 304 was tucked away on the third floor, far from the main classrooms. I had deliber







