Mag-log inWren Well, that was unexpected.I’d assumed Beck survived on black coffee, anger, and the tears of people who disobeyed him.Apparently, he ate actual food.I pulled out the containers and set them on the counter. There was enough to make several meals, so I found some smaller containers and started dividing everything into portions.I wasn’t doing it for him. I simply refused to spend the next month asking permission every time I wanted something to eat.Besides, I was hungry, and the food was right there.While the rice heated on the stove, I chopped some vegetables and mixed them with the leftover chicken. I found a bottle of seasoning in the cupboard and added some to the pan.The smell made my stomach growl.“Oh, thank God.”For the first time since arriving at the lake house, I was doing something I actually wanted to do.With no rules, lectures or a brooding old man touring over me and calling me a spoilt brat.Just me, my food, and my phone.I checked Ameera’s messages while
WrenI wasn’t going downstairs for dinner. He could sit at his precious dining table and wait until the food got cold for all I cared. If he thought I was going to follow his twenty ridiculous rules like a good little girl, he was in for a very long summer.I grabbed my phone and opened my chat with Ameera.Wren: I’m going to die here.Ameera: WHAT?????Wren: Not literally, you drama queen. Although, if I do die, tell everyone my last words were that Beck Truman is an asshole.Ameera: LMAOOOOO. GIRL, WHAT HAPPENED?I sent her a picture of the list Beck had handed me earlier.The typing bubbles appeared almost immediately.Ameera: GIRL.Ameera: TWENTY??????Wren: TWENTY FUCKING RULES.Ameera: Is he your uncle or your prison warden?Wren: At this point, I think he’s planning to be both.Ameera: So what are you going to do?Wren: Whatever the fuck I want.Ameera: Please don’t get yourself murdered before I can visit you.I laughed, kicking my feet against the mattress.At least someone u
Wren“Beck, give Wren a break.” She laughed, slapping his arm. “She’s here on vacation. She’s had a terrible school year.”“That’s not my problem, Vanya.” Beck strode into the room without bothering to acknowledge my glare. “My house, my fucking rules.”“Language,” Vanya warned, but her words didn’t seem to have any effect on him.Who gives twenty freaking rules during summer vacation to a twenty-year-old?If you said Mr. Beck Truman, my step-uncle and my arch-nemesis, you’re right!I stood there, eyeing the list he’d handed me the second I walked through the door.Phone stays in the kitchen by 10 p.m.I frowned. Ten? Was he fucking serious?No late-night swimming in the lake.Fine. Whatever.No swimming alone, regardless of the time.What was the point of having a lake house if I couldn’t even enjoy the lake?No leaving the property without informing me.No inviting friends over without letting me know.You can’t take my car, even if my keys are sitting on the counter.I looked up at
Delaney If I thought the gloves made everything more sensitive, his fingers in me was worse. “Fuck.” I gasped, my back arching off the table as he stretched me open. Logan was driving me bonkers, he worked them in and out of me at a steady pace, watching my face the entire time like he was still just examining a patient. “Do you feel any better?” he asked, voice calm. “I… fuck,” I breathed, the word slipping out before I could stop it. My thighs were already trembling. “It feels… so good.” “good good or you're just trying to get out of this?” “Good good,” I admitted, voice shaky. “Really good.” He curled his fingers and pressed against the roof on my pussy that it made my whole body jolt. A small, needy sound escaped my throat before I could swallow it down. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured. He took that as encouragment to keep going, the the heel of his palm brushing against me with every movement. It took everything in me not to play with my nipples as Logan fin
DelaneyThe medical center was quiet, way too quiet it made my heart pound hard in my chest. Most of the lights in the hallway were already off, and the only real light left was the soft one spilling out from under Doctor Logan’s private office door. I stood in the middle of the room with my phone clutched in both hands, trying to convince myself that my fingers weren’t shaking as badly as they felt.I walked over to the counter beside the sink and propped the phone against a neat stack of folders, angling it carefully so the camera had a clear view of the exam table. I adjusted it, and again but it didn't feel quite right. Logan had accepted to play the game with me and now I feel awkward. How do you pretend you don't know you're getting fucked?I left the camera app open and pressed record. Then I went and sat on the edge of the exam table, smoothing my short black skirt down even though it was pointless. I was soaked to the bone, Logan was an incredibly hot doctor and knowing h
Delaney My hands fisted in the front of his coat. I could taste the faint mint of whatever he’d had earlier, with something darker underneath. Every filthy thing he’d ever typed to me was suddenly real and solid, pressing me into the edge of the exam table, and I couldn’t get enough.When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine for a second, and his hand was still high on my thigh, his fingers sliding beneath the hem of my skirt like he couldn’t help himself.I was the one who broke the silence.“I’m sorry,” I whispered. My voice sounded wrecked. “I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to…”“Don’t.”He kissed me again, slower this time, like he was trying to calm me down and ruin me at the same time. When he spoke, his lips brushed mine with every word.“Don’t apologize for wanting me, when all I’ve been thinking about since you sent me a picture of your lips and tits was to fucking taste every ounce of you.”My face burned hotter.I swallowed and for
I pulled off his thick cock with a wet pop, my swollen lips glistening. My fingers kept rubbing tight circles on my swollen clit, the pleasure making my thighs tremble. The stranger’s deep voice sent fresh heat through me as he spoke again. “I want to taste you, baby. Spread those legs and let
I slipped quietly through the back door, my pulse racing with excitement. Gosh I had missed Tyler. My pussy clenched at the thought of his name and I clasped my palm over my mouth to hold back my moan. It was what? Two weeks? Vibrators can only manage a sex crazed girl like me. The house wa
My heart slammed against my ribs as I stared at Jake standing in the doorway. Heat flooded my face, and embarrassment rushed through me so fast I felt dizzy. Aiden was still buried deep inside me, his body warm and heavy against mine. I pushed at his chest, trying to scramble away, but his hands he
I froze in the doorway, did I hear clearly? I mean his tone sounds inviting, is he asking me to...? Shit. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, his skin was glistening with a light sheen of sweat. I swallowed my moan threatening to spill out of my mouth. Fuck, he was ho







