Geoff: After working in my study, mostly to rid myself of the anger coursing through my body from that dumb bitch sitting next to me, I decided to go to bed, not that I'd be getting much sleep anyway.  I fucking hated conniving liars who try to put on an innocent act. I meet those people every fucking day and my fucking hands itched to touch Ramara. My Remy is nothing like my bitch of a mother.  I shoved my hands through my hair as my mind flashed with images of her naked skin before my eyes and I groaned, instantly growing hard.  Fuck.  I didn't want to jack off, I've done enough of that for the past few months. Before Ramara, I tried to sate myself through women I picked up at the bar sometimes, but I couldn't get hard enough to fuck them after setting my eyes on my dorogoy.  I couldn't get hard period. But, that wasn't a problem. T

"I think Scarlett has my acceptance letters." He looked at me coolly, leaning against the doorframe, with his arms crossed across his chest.  "Do you have proof? Or are you just being a spiteful bitch?" It was like a punch straight to the gut. I hated myself for feeling hurt.  "Fuck you." I stormed past him and strode into Scarlett's room, checking every nook and cranny, but coming up empty. I shook my head. Maybe I was just being paranoid. Either I wasn't accepted or they still had to send me the letters.  "Do you feel better about yourself now?" Geoff asked.  I gritted my teeth and ignored him, and for some reason decided to lift the mattress off Scarlett's bed.  My heart stuttered when I saw two envelopes between the mattress and bed frame.  I opened both to see th

I woke up to the scent of a heady spicy cologne. I found my face in Geoff's sparsely hairy chest. Small, soft golden hair was scattered unevenly on his chest.  Muscled arms were wrapped around me, cocooning me in a bubble of safety. I snuggled deeper into his chest, inhaling deeply, making wetness build up in my core.  I love his arms around me. I love his scent. I love his tenderness. I love his strength. I love his intelligence. I love his thoughtfulness. I love his possession. I love his stony grey eyes. I love his protectiveness. I love him.  The thought scared me, but it didn't stop me from trailing kisses from his neck to his jaw. One of my legs was thrown over his waist and I removed one of my arms and buried my hand in his hair.  I love you. It was on the tip of my tongue, but then I remembered what he said to me yesterday. About fucking Scarlett.  

"I'm ready." I hollered to Geoff. I slung my backpack over my shoulder. Only two days worth of clothes resided in my bag. I didn't plan on staying for long.  Geoff came out a few seconds later clad in a light blue button up shirt, grey slacks and sunglasses. He had a backpack on his shoulder too, but it was much more classier than mine. He looked good enough to eat.  "Come." I blushed and took his outstretched hand.  "I bet you're soaked right now dorogoy." "Jesus. Is that all you ever think about?" He seemed to think for some time. "I think about your tits." I rolled my eyes. "You're impossible." His big, warm hand engulfed mine and led me outside.  "Wait. What about my mother?" "I sent her away." He buckled me in the passenger seat.  "To

That day when we had returned to Minnesota, there was an ache between my legs. I couldn't walk properly.  Geoff promised that he would fuck me so hard that I'd be able to feel him between my legs for days. His exact words. I came six times. I didn't know that was possible, but it was proved that day.  I finished my shift at the cafè and drove home. Three days of Geoff ignoring me. I tried talking to him, but he was so rude and dismissive. I didn't know what his problem was, but I was about to find out today, one way or the other.  I parked my truck and jumped out. I saw Geoff's car in the driveway and marched up the front steps. I unlocked the door with my key and went to his study.  I didn't even bother knocking. I just opened the door and placed my hands on my hips.  "What is your problem?" He barely glanced at me.