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Shared Walls

مؤلف: KATHY LEAN
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-27 04:06:26

Riley

I heard him before I saw him. Six thirty in the morning and the whole house was already awake because of him. The rhythm of weights hitting the rack, the controlled exhale after each rep, the low grunt that followed. I lay in bed for four full minutes telling myself I was not going to get up.

Then I got up.. The gym door was cracked open. I stood in the hallway in my old university shirt and boxers and looked through the gap like the absolute fool I apparently was.

Jax was doing pull-ups
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  • SWEET SURRENDER: A COLLECTION OF SPICY STORIES   Crossing the Line

    RileyMy heart nearly stopped. Jax’s hand was still wrapped tight around my cock. Our clothes lay scattered across his bedroom floor like evidence of a crime. Heavy footsteps climbed the stairs. Mom’s voice called out cheerfully, “Boys? We’re home early! The flight got rescheduled.”Panic exploded in my chest. Jax moved like lightning. He shoved me toward the small bathroom attached to his room and tossed me his robe. I yanked it on, tying it with shaking fingers. Jax pulled on sweatpants fast, his chest still bare and marked with my scratches.We stepped out just as the bedroom door opened.Mom stood there with Dad right behind her, suitcases in hand. “Oh! Were you two talking in here?” she asked, eyes bright.“Yeah,” Jax said, voice calm and deep. He slid his arm around my shoulders, fingers digging in with a possessive squeeze no one else could see. “Riley came to help me with some work stuff. We’ve been… catching up a lot lately.”I forced a smile, my face burning. “Welcome home.

  • SWEET SURRENDER: A COLLECTION OF SPICY STORIES   Dangerous Game

    RileyMorning light hit the kitchen like nothing had changed. I poured cereal and tried to act normal, but my neck still carried Jax’s mark under my collar. Every move reminded me of the shower, his hands, his voice calling me a good boy.Jax walked in wearing a crisp white shirt and dark pants, looking every bit the CEO. He stopped behind me, close enough that his chest brushed my back.“Morning, little brother,” he said softly, hand sliding down my side before he reached for a mug. His fingers squeezed my hip.I jumped. “Jax, stop. They’re back.”Our parents had returned early from their trip for a quick stop before another week away. Mom was humming at the stove, and Dad was reading the paper at the table.Jax just smirked and sat across from me. Under the table, his foot hooked around my ankle. I shot him a warning look. He raised an eyebrow, daring me.“Boys, you’ve been getting along so well,” Mom said with a big smile as she served eggs. “I’m so proud. This is exactly what we h

  • SWEET SURRENDER: A COLLECTION OF SPICY STORIES   First Taste

    RileyI barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that flash of lightning and Jax’s hand moving while he moaned my name. By morning my body felt tight and restless, like a wire pulled too hard.I stayed in my room as long as I could, but hunger finally dragged me downstairs. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge. I walked into the living room and froze.Jax was waiting. He stood by the big window in a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, arms crossed, eyes locked on me the second I stepped in. No smirk this time. Just raw, aggressive heat.“You heard what you heard,” he said, voice low and rough. “Now what are you going to do about it?”My heart slammed against my ribs. I tried to sound normal. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Bullshit, Riley.” He took one step closer. “You stood there in my doorway last night watching me jerk off while I said your name. Don’t play innocent now.”Heat rushed up my neck. I wanted to run. I wanted to hit him. Mostly I w

  • SWEET SURRENDER: A COLLECTION OF SPICY STORIES   Shared Walls

    Riley I heard him before I saw him. Six thirty in the morning and the whole house was already awake because of him. The rhythm of weights hitting the rack, the controlled exhale after each rep, the low grunt that followed. I lay in bed for four full minutes telling myself I was not going to get up.Then I got up.. The gym door was cracked open. I stood in the hallway in my old university shirt and boxers and looked through the gap like the absolute fool I apparently was.Jax was doing pull-ups. Shirtless. Sweat running down his spine, every muscle in his back pulling tight with each rep, the tattoo across his left shoulder blade stretching and shifting like it was breathing. He dropped down, rolled his neck, grabbed a water bottle, and tilted his head back to drink.My mouth went dry.I went back to my room. Shut the door. Sat on the edge of the bed with my heart doing something embarrassing in my chest. My hand moved before I made a decision about it. It was fast and quiet and after

  • SWEET SURRENDER: A COLLECTION OF SPICY STORIES   BOOK THREE : COLLISION

    Riley “I swear to God, if one more person tonight tells me to calm down, I will lose my mind.”I slammed the front door hard enough to rattle the frame. The marble foyer swallowed the sound and threw it back at me, mocking. Two in the morning, mascara probably smeared down my face, and Marcus’s voice was still ringing in my ears telling me I was “too much.” Too emotional. Too loud. Too everything.Story of my life..I kicked off my shoes and left them where they fell. Mom would hate that. Mom wasn’t here. Mom was somewhere in Santorini feeding grapes to her new husband while her son was having a full breakdown in the entryway.I needed water, cold water, a shower maybe. Something to wash Marcus and that entire horrible night off my skin.I dragged myself up the stairs, pulling at my jacket, not even bothering with the lights. I knew this house. Grew up in it. Every creak in the floor, every shadow on the wall. I pushed open the bathroom door and reached for the light switch.The ligh

  • SWEET SURRENDER: A COLLECTION OF SPICY STORIES   THE DIVE BAR

    SAMANTHA’S POVI spend the rest of the day in my apartment with the curtains drawn, checking my phone every five minutes for new messages. Nothing from the stalker. Samefrom Logan.By nightfall, I couldn’t take it anymore. I end up at Mulligan’s, a dive bar in Brooklyn where nobody knows me and the whiskey is cheap. The kind of place where you can disappear into the crowd and pretend your life isn’t falling apart.I’m three drinks in when I feel eyes on me. So I turned and saw a man at the end of the bar is watching me. Late twenties, in expensive suit. Even through the whiskey haze, I still recognized him. It was Logan Stan. He raised his glass slightly. He must have followed me here.I grab my drink and walk straight to him.“Are you following me?” I asked in an aggregated tone.“No.” He takes a slow sip of what looks like expensive scotch.“I was drinking and you just happen to be here.”“Bullshit.” I cursed out loud.His smile is slightly like he was amused about my outburst. “I

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