LOGINMAX POV I was still petting the brute when I heard Cloe’s footsteps on the path. I turned to face her with a smile, patting the horse like we were best fucking buddies. My stomach was tight and tickly, and a little bit excited, and my heart was full of life. “He likes me,” I said. “He actually fucking likes me!” My eyes met hers, hoping for approval and joy and excitement to match mine, but there was nothing of the sort. Cloe’s eyes were puffy and sad. Her cheeks reddened from tears. “What?” I said, dropping the horse hugs and heading straight for her. “What the hell happened?” She struggled to speak at first, just took my arms and gripped them with tense fingers. She shook her head and another tear fell. “Talk to me,” I said. “What is it?” She took a gulp of air that sounded like a sob. “It’s Carlson,” she said. “The bank… the bank is repossessing, threatening to close the business…” Another tear, and a proper sob this time. “He’s selling the land, he’s got no choice. He’s
MAX POV The furry beast seemed bigger without Soren there too. Bigger and clumsier. He threw his head up, ears pricked as he followed Cloe along to the stable block. I nipped ahead of him, avoiding his clomping feet, playing it cool even though the brute made me uneasy. Cloe could tell my unease regardless. “Relax,” she said. “He’s totally fine.” She offered me the lead rope. “Take it if you want, you’ll see.” “I’m ok as I am for now,” I said. “So am I,” she said, and leaned in to kiss my cheek. “That’s what I should have said in the car. I’m happy, Max, with everything. For now.” “For now?” She nodded. “For now, yeah. We’re good. All of us. I like it.” I wanted to say so much. Spill my load in more ways than one. The need to lay it all out slept uneasily in the pit of me. I could wake it with just a touch, and it would spring into life and come rolling out. And it would plough into her, and maybe she’d run. Just like the others. “I like it, too. Very much.” “Good,” she said.
MAX POV We called Soren to see if he could join us, but he was still on his way back from a client sign-off in Weston. Fuck, he groaned. One day out and it’s the day I have to miss the big celebration. “We’ll celebrate later,” Cloe said. “No biggie.” It will be a biggie, he said, and his voice was dripping dirty. I watched her shift in her seat, and it made my dick hard. I smiled as the call wrapped up. “Just us, then.” “Just us.” She smiled back. “Hope you won’t be too bored.” “I’ll be far from bored,” I said. I indicated to change lanes, aiming to cut out the Cheltenham traffic seeing as we didn’t have to swing by the house for Soren. “Do you have some clothes at the stable? It’ll save time.” She grinned as the traffic eased off, our route clearing. “We can stop at mine, it won’t take a minute. I can grab some jodhpurs. I have another pair of boots there.” She paused, stared out of the window. “Mum will be home.” “Is that a problem? I can wait in the car.” She shook her h
MAX POV The idea that Verity was shunned in favour of a younger sister she hadn’t known of until she was ten was quite ridiculous, I was certain of it, but Verity’s eyes weren’t lying. Her outburst was raw and real, and full of bitterness. Whatever the real situation was, this was how she’d seen it. How she still saw it. “Now she’s better than me at the office, and Dad will love her even more!” I shook my head. “No. He won’t. He loves both of you.” “I wanted to do better than her! That way he’d know I was better than her! Even if I’m not the pretty one with blonde hair! Even if I’m not the cutest one! The sweetest one!” The tears came thick and fast. “She’s… she’s… she’s better than me!” So much I wanted to say. So many things to put her outlook in perspective, but I decided against it. The girl was wired and hysterical, far too worked up to be rational. I couldn’t talk sense into her about her childhood post Cloe, not just like that, but I could help her make the best of thing
MAX POV They were too busy looking at Ryan Macau. He stood at the front of the training suite, flanked by two senior members of Human Resources, his eyes roving the whiteboard and soaking in the scores. A hush descended as he prepared to address the group, the chatter of calls easing off as people wrapped up their conversations and took off their headsets. The big boss had an aura about him, he was dressed in navy with a dark maroon tie, and his silver hair was slick and styled. He nodded his approval as he totted up the totals, realising, as I had long since done, that our team was on track to be a solid performer. And so was our sweet little Cloe. I pulled her to my side, be damned with professional distance, and her body had become tense, her excitement drying up to nothing. “Good afternoon,” Ryan said to the room. “My apologies I haven’t been around sooner, but I assure you I’ve been hearing a great deal about your progress from Max. I hope you’ve enjoyed your first few week
MAX POV “Relax,” I said. I reached over to the passenger seat and angled Cloe’s back until her shoulders were mine for the grasping. She was tense, her muscles knotty under her suit jacket. She hunched as I worked my fingers, and then she exhaled, loosened up a little. “It’s your first calling week. It takes time to find your feet.” “I just want to do well,” she said. Maybe that’s all it was. Maybe the niggle in my gut was wrong, and Cloe was just all in with the training programme. Maybe there was a tough little saleswoman deep inside Cloe that craved the thrill of the chase and close, and this had nothing to do with pitting herself against her snotty sister. I got it. Hell, I fucking got it. Sales is a performance-based career, and the pressure builds and fills you up. I’d always been ambitious, consumed by the fire of topping the leaderboard, bringing in bigger deals, better deals, more impressive clients. But Cloe seemed different these past few days. The carefree girl who’d
CLOE POV The garden was impressive, like the rest of the pad. A big wooden table with chairs, and two of those chiminea burners. There was a covered area for smoking, the whole place edged with a classy rock garden. It was as swish as the interior. Impressive and imposing. Soren rolled his cigare
MAX POV Drinking always makes conversation so much easier. I kept my head, holding back on the wine while Soren knocked back the beers, and Cloe loosened up on a couple of glasses of red. I let them talk, and I watched. I always watch. Soren told her about graphic design, and made her laugh about
NOVA POV“For me?”“Go on,” Kai says, “open it up.”I carefully remove the big pink bow from the package and tear off the wrapping paper before opening the box.“Oh, Daddy! I’ve seen these in porn videos!” I remove the steel buttplug from the box. It has a big round bulb on one end and a pretty pin
NOVA POVHis mouth on my tits sends chills through my body that somehow end up as sparks in my pussy. He cups my tits and buries his face in them, breathing deeply. He licks back and forth across both nipples and I whimper, it feels so good.“Has anyone ever sucked your beautiful tits before?” he a







