LOGINZuriI’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,
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
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
RheaThe morning air was crisp, sharp enough to sting my lungs as I carried my suitcase down the driveway. The sun had barely crested the horizon, painting everything in shades of gold and pink that would have been beautiful if I weren’t running on four hours of sleep.I could still feel the phanto
RheaThe cafeteria was loud. Too loud. Voices bounced off the walls, punctuated by laughter and the clatter of trays. I stood in line with my food, watching the chaos of students sorting themselves into their designated social hierarchies.I scanned the room for a familiar face. For someone who wou







