LOGINASHERFootsteps came closer from the entryway. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them. Lila was still in my lap with her legs straddling me and my hands under her shirt on her bare skin. Her breathing was fast and warm against my neck. I could feel how turned on she was. How much she wanted this as badly as I did. But the footsteps kept coming and panic shot through me like ice water.I pulled my hands out from under her shirt fast. Lila scrambled off my lap and smoothed her clothes down with shaky fingers. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips looked swollen from our kisses. She looked beautiful and terrified at the same time. I wanted to pull her back against me and protect her from what was about to happen. Instead I grabbed a throw pillow and put it in my lap to hide how hard I still was.Sarah stepped into the living room first. She smiled when she saw us sitting on the couch a careful distance apart. “There you two are. We forgot the reservation pa
LILAI sat on the edge of my bed with my knees pulled up to my chest and tried to calm my racing heart. The house was quiet again but every small sound made me tense. The almost kiss in the pool kept playing in my head. The way Asher’s fingers had felt on my shoulder. The heat in his eyes when he looked at me. I pressed my thighs together under my t-shirt and felt the slick warmth between my legs. My body would not settle. My mind would not stop.A soft knock sounded on my door. My breath caught. I knew who it was before he even spoke. I stood up on shaky legs and walked to the door. When I opened it Asher was standing there in the dark hallway. His chest rose and fell quickly. His green eyes locked on mine and I felt that look everywhere. In my stomach. In my chest. Between my legs.He stepped inside without a word and closed the door behind him. The click sounded loud in the quiet room. We stood facing each other with only a foot of space between us. I could see the tension in his s
ASHERI closed the back door behind me and leaned against it for a second with my eyes shut. Water dripped from my hair down my back and my heart would not slow down. Lila was still out there in the pool. I could picture her floating in that black bikini with her wet hair sticking to her shoulders. The almost kiss kept replaying in my head. How close her lips had been. How she had leaned in like she wanted it as badly as I did. My cock strained against my wet swim trunks and I felt sick with how much I wanted her.I walked upstairs quietly trying not to wake anyone. My room felt too small when I got inside. I stripped off the trunks and stood under a cold shower but the water did nothing to cool the heat in my blood. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Lila biting her lip in the kitchen. Felt her skin under my fingers at the pool. Heard the way her voice shook when she said she did not want me to stop.I dried off and pulled on a pair of loose shorts. Sleep was not happening. I lay o
LILAI lay in bed staring at the ceiling and could not get the image of Asher out of my head. The way he had looked at me in the dark kitchen. Bare chest. Low basketball shorts. The way his eyes had moved over my legs when I bent for the water. My body still felt hot and restless even though I had been back in my room for over an hour. I pressed my thighs together under the thin sheet but that only made the ache between my legs sharper. I rolled onto my side and hugged a pillow to my chest.This was wrong. He was going to be my stepbrother. My mom was marrying his dad in three months. We would be family. Sitting across from each other at holidays. Sharing a bathroom. Hearing him move around in the room across the hall every night. The thought made my stomach twist with guilt but also sent another rush of warmth through me. I hated how much I wanted to know what he sounded like when he was asleep. What he looked like first thing in the morning.I got up and walked to my window. The bac
ASHER I stood in the kitchen with my hands shoved deep in my pockets and tried to look normal while my dad and Lila’s mom walked in laughing about something. My heart was still pounding from the way Lila had looked at me across the island. Her cheeks flushed. Her fingers gripping the counter like she needed something solid to hold onto. I could still feel the pull between us like a live wire. It made my skin feel too tight. Made my cock ache against the front of my jeans even though I knew I should not be thinking about her like that. Lila turned toward the sink and pretended to rinse her glass. Her sundress rode up a little in the back when she leaned forward. I forced my eyes away. My dad clapped me on the shoulder and I almost jumped. “You two getting to know each other?” he asked. His voice sounded proud. Like this whole blended family thing was already working. “Yeah,” I said. My throat felt dry. “Lila was telling me about her art classes.” Lila’s mom smiled at both of u
LILA Lila stood near the dessert table at her mother’s engagement party and tried to smile like everything was normal. The big backyard was full of people laughing and clinking glasses under string lights. Her mom looked happier than Lila had ever seen her, standing beside Damien in a soft cream dress. Lila was happy for them. She really was. But her stomach would not settle. She had only met Damien twice before tonight. He seemed kind and steady, the kind of man her mom deserved after years of struggling alone. Lila had been excited about the idea of a new family. Then Damien had casually mentioned during dinner last week that he had a son from his first marriage. A son who would be at the party tonight. A son who was twenty years old and had been mostly out of Damien’s life until now. Lila smoothed her hands down the front of her light blue sundress. The fabric clung a little to her curves and the hem brushed her thighs when she moved. She felt too aware of her own body tonight
NELSON. The ball was bouncing hard under my hand as I crossed half court, sweat pouring down my back. We were up by twelve in the practice scrimmage against the rival team that always talked the most shit. My teammates were screaming my name—Nelson! Nelson!—every time I touched the ball. I’m the ca
LANAThe words left my mouth and I wanted to take them back immediately, but it was too late. “Please fuck my greedy pussy… Daddy.” My voice sounded small and desperate in the quiet study. Shame burned through my whole body, but my pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my le
LANAMom helped me carry my suitcase upstairs to my room. It was the same one I always stayed in during summers, nothing fancy but it felt like mine. She hugged me again at the door.“Get settled in, baby. Dinner will be ready soon.” She said and I nodded and closed the door behind her.I pulled ou
LANAI stared out the cab window as the Miami streets blurred past. The air conditioning was barely working, and my thighs stuck to the fake leather seat. I’d just landed from my dad’s place up north, and this was the start of another summer with Mom. Same routine every year since the divorce. I li







