“Zoey,” he said again, slower this time, like my name tasted good in his mouth. “Do you want me to stop?” I opened my mouth. Closed it. Tried again. Because my brain was screaming yes, yes, tell him to stop before this goes somewhere you cannot come back from, but my hips tipped forward into his hand like my body did not care what my brain wanted. “Declan… I…” I could hear myself breathing too hard. “I do not even know you.” He actually smirked at that, the tiniest curl of his mouth like he could see straight through me, like he already knew exactly what I had been thinking about last night when my own hand had been right where his was now. “You think I need to know you to hear the way you have been moaning my name in here?” he said. “To know you were dripping for me the second I came in?” “You are insane,” I whispered, but my legs fell open a little more when his fingers pressed deeper, slower, the calluses on his hand making every nerve in me light up like he had flipped a swit
I should have known the first time I saw him that moving in here was going to be a mistake.Because there he was, Declan Hayes—leaning against the porch railing like he had been poured out of every bad decision I swore I would never make again. He was just standing there with his arms crossed, tattoos cutting over muscles in a way that made my mouth go dry, his eyes the exact shade of sin if sin had a color. He didn’t even smile when I climbed out of my Uber with two boxes and a duffel bag sliding off my shoulder. Just jerked his chin toward the downstairs apartment like the landlord he technically was.“That’s yours,” he said. Two words. Nothing else.I managed to stutter out a “Thanks,” but he was already walking back toward the front door, shoulders so broad they blocked the light for a second. He didn’t even glance back at me, and yet I felt him everywhere on my skin, in my throat, in the way my stomach dipped low like I had swallowed the wrong kind of thrill.By the third trip
“Goddamn,” Tre said, lowering his head to my chest, his mouth hot and wet. “These little titties are too fuckin’ perfect.”I moaned, my back arching, my nails dragging against Zion’s thighs as Tre’s tongue flicked over the metal bar through my nipple. The sensation was so sharp, so overwhelming, that my whole body jolted, and I whined around Zion’s length. Drool poured down my chin, mixing with Tre’s spit on my tits, dripping down my stomach.“Oh fuck—oh God—” I babbled between gasps, my words muffled around Zion’s cock. “He’s sucking my nipples—he’s sucking them so hard—I can’t—oh my God.” My voice was messy, broken, but I didn’t care. I wanted them to hear how wild they were making me.Tre sucked harder, his teeth grazing the metal, tugging, and my head fell back for a second before Zion shoved me down again, filling my throat until I gagged. Tears streamed down my face, and still I moaned.“Fuck, she’s dripping,” Kev’s voice rumbled from behind me, and then his rough hand slid up
I don’t even know how I was still standing. My knees were shaking so bad the cabinets were rattling against my thighs every time Kev slammed into me. I couldn’t close my mouth because Tre had me pinned open, gagging, drooling, choking on his cock until spit poured down my chin and my throat felt raw. My hoodie was bunched up under my tits, one of my pierced nipples catching on the granite, my tears mixing with the slobber sliding down to my chest.And I couldn’t stop moaning. I couldn’t shut up even if I tried.“Please—oh fuck—harder—don’t stop, don’t stop, I can’t—I can’t—” The words tumbled out of me between chokes, between the wet slaps of Kev’s hips driving into me. My voice was broken, high and desperate, but I couldn’t swallow it back. Every thrust made me scream into Tre’s length like my body was being tuned to their rhythm.Kev was relentless. His cock was so thick I felt every drag, every vein, every slam against the deepest part of me, and each time he groaned in my ear I
The moment I said, “What are you waiting for?” I knew I had crossed some invisible line that there was no way back from. My voice sounded braver than my heartbeat felt, but my body was louder than both. Kev’s grip tightened on my thigh, and instead of closing my legs, I let them fall open wider like I was serving myself up. I could feel Tre’s smirk before I even saw it, could practically taste the smoke on his lips when he leaned closer, his eyes on me like he already owned the answer.“She’s not just saying it. She’s begging for it,” Tre murmured, handing the blunt back to me like it was some kind of filthy communion. His fingers lingered on mine, his thumb brushing my knuckle, and my stomach flipped because I knew what he meant. I took a drag just to prove I wasn’t shaking, exhaled slow, and blew the smoke right in his face. He grinned wider, and that was when Kev finally stood.He didn’t ask. He didn’t give me a chance to second-guess myself. He wrapped his massive hand around m
Okay, so first of all, let me just say this—living with my stepbrother Jax and his crew is basically like being dropped into the middle of one of those wild music videos people comment on with “this could never be me.” Because it is me. It’s literally my life. I wake up every damn day and walk into a living room full of tattooed, half-naked, weed-smoking men who all rap about how many bitches they’ve fucked while I’m the one sneaking Pop-Tarts into the toaster behind them like some kind of background character.And Jax? Don’t even get me started. He’s twenty-six, he’s the leader of the whole crew, and he’s been telling them since day one, “Raye is off-limits. She’s family.” Like, relax. He acts like the second their eyes brush over my thighs I’m going to get pregnant or something. Which, okay, maybe I would, because honestly, have you seen them?There’s Tre, the one who always has a blunt hanging from his mouth and that grin that makes you wonder if he’s about to ruin your life or yo