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The Hockey player's submissive professor Epilogue: The Legend
JUNO VOSS One year later – Saturday, 8:47 a.m. Amangiri Resort, Utah (Zoe picked the most dramatic red-rock desert backdrop known to man, because of course she did)“Where the hell is my tie?” Rhett bellowed, half-naked except for dress pants and one sock, tearing through the suite like a very handsome tornado.I was trying to zip myself into a floor-length emerald silk dress while simultaneously hopping on one foot looking for Sage’s missing chartreuse patent-leather flat. Rowan’s left Oxford had apparently achieved sentience and was hiding under the bed with Rhett’s tie. What was it doing there? Only God knows.Our phones were exploding.Cassie: MOM WHERE ARE YOU Ruby: Aunt Zoe is going to murder you Nina: If you're not here in one second, I will kill you both myself“We are SO late,” I hissed, finally locating the shoe wedged behind the minibar. “The ceremony started fifteen minutes ago!”This was entirely our fault.Last night had been the rehearsal dinner, then the after-p
The Hockey player's submissive professor The Legend Keeps Growing
JUNO VOSS Santa Ynez Valley – Halloween nightThe ranch looked like something out of a Tim Burton movie.Orange string lights dripped from every beam of the barn, jack-o’-lanterns lined the entire quarter-mile driveway (Rowan and Sage had carved half of them, so about thirty percent were just angry triangles with teeth), and Rhett had somehow rigged Emmanuel’s pen with fake cobwebs and a motion-activated speaker that bleated “BOO” every time the goat moved. Emmanuel was taking it personally.Inside the house it smelled like cinnamon, chili, and hehe, family.Cassie (four months pregnant and currently built like a very cute beach ball) was planted on the couch in a black cat onesie with a skeleton baby painted across her belly. She had a mixing bowl of fun-size Snickers balanced on top of said belly and was working her way through it like it was her job.“Stop judging me,” she mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate. “Your grandchild is hungry.”Levi, dressed as a very reluctant Gomez
The Hockey player's submissive professor Round Three, Princess
Two months later, late night in the master bedroom of the Voss ranch house“Ahhh, yes, yes, right there,” Juno moaned, the sound ragged and raw as Rhett eased out of her until only the fat, swollen tip of his cock remained, teasing her entrance.Then he rolled his hips in slow, wicked circles, dragging that thick mushroom head through her slick, sensitive folds, smacking her dripping pussy with every deliberate pass.Thwack. Thwack.The wet slap of hot flesh on soaked flesh filled the room. Juno’s mouth fell open on a silent scream, pleasure and the sweetest sting crashing together.“Oh God…”“Look at you,” Rhett rasped, voice gravel and smoke, “already about to come just from me spanking this greedy little cunt.”He lifted his hand and brought it down again (sharp, perfect), the impact landing right on her clit with a filthy, wet squelch. When he raised his palm, it glistened under the low amber lamp, coated in her arousal and the cum he’d already pumped into her once tonight.He h
The Hockey player's submissive professor The Hayes
JUNO VOSS“…You should have seen the way Mom and Dad kicked his butt. It was so amazing,” Rowan bragged to Cassie and Levi, who had come over for dinner.Cassie and Levi shared an amused look. When Cassie turned back to me, her eyes flickered to the bandage on my head and then to the sling on my arm. Even though she already knew what had happened, she still looked deeply worried.I reached over and placed my hand on top of hers, silently telling her I was fine and she didn’t need to fret.“So what about the guy, the ranchlord? What’s going to happen to him?” Levi asked as he reached for more lasagna. At the rate he was going, the dish would be gone before anyone else wanted seconds. I didn’t mind, though; everyone else still had half a plate left, and it actually made me happy to see him enjoying my cooking so much.“Well,” Rhett began, “I called the sheriff this morning when we figured out it wasn’t anyone we knew personally. Then I called again once we were sure it was Dale. The she
The Hockey player's submissive professor Forty-five Thousand
RHETT VOSSMy body went stiff the second that comment popped up, but Juno’s hand slid across my back, slow and steady, keeping me from losing my shit on a live feed. I glanced at the username: **RanchLord**.Juno’s eyes stayed locked on the screen. The chat had already scrolled past it because hundreds of people were firing questions, but we both knew this wasn’t the last we’d hear from him. If he was the one who messed with Emmanuel’s pen, he wouldn’t be able to resist coming back for more.“How can you say that, RanchLord?” Juno asked softly, adding just the tiniest sniffle for effect. “If you really follow our page, you know we love this ranch more than anything. We’re honest ranchers. We would never put our animals or our family in danger.”God, I love this woman. I married a damn genius.The chat exploded.Who is this RanchLord? What kind of name is RanchLord? How dare you talk to Juno and Rhett like that! I watch every stream and the way they treat their animals is incredi
The Hockey player's submissive professor Culprit
JUNO VOSSSanta Ynez Valley – Thursday morning, livestream setup“We’re doing a livestream!” “We’re doing a livestream!” Sage and Rowan sang in perfect unison behind us as Rhett and I walked to the spot where we always set up the camera tripod. Usually we only went live on Mondays and Saturdays, but today had an ulterior motive.“Okay, remind me again how this livestream is going to help us figure out who tampered with Emmanuel’s pen,” Rhett said, watching me fumble with the phone stand. My left arm was still in a sling, so I was slower than usual.I didn’t turn around. “We’ve already ruled out the kids and every single ranch hand. That leaves someone on the outside who doesn’t like us or wants to hurt the business. If we go live and people see the bandage on my head and the sling, they’re going to ask questions. When they ask…”Rhett stepped in to finish setting the phone because my one good hand wasn’t cutting it. “....we tell the truth. The culprit is probably a follower, or at
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