All Chapters of WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Luke’s POV“You really need to stop talking to other people like that.” I said to her.“Like how?” She asked. Trying to sound clueless.“Don’t play with me Sarah.” I said.I didn’t wait for her to answer. I pulled her right into the toilet and I shut the door. Locking it like I needed air and this was the only place that I could get it.Earlier, I had tried to hold back. I had told myself that I didn’t care, but look who was acting jealous now.I hated that I looked this way right now. But I had to do what I had to do if I wanted to keep her for myself.Which I wanted to, but it felt impossible. We had made rules that didn’t include that, and that would be going against those rules.But somehow I had to find a way to keep her for myself.The bathroom that I had dragged her into had a huge mirror just above the sinks. With stalls behind them.I had expected the toilet to be crowded with drunk people throwing up, but surprisingly it wasn’t.I pushed her gently until her thighs hit the c

The wedding invitation sat on Mara's kitchen counter for three weeks before she finally opened it. Cream cardstock, elegant script, a venue in the mountains. Her best friend Claire was getting married at the old Riverside Lodge—the same place where Mara had spent that summer eight years ago. The same place where she'd met Daniel. She shouldn't go. She had a dozen excuses ready: work deadlines, her cat, a prior commitment she could easily invent. But Claire had been there through everything—the breakup, the move to Seattle, the years of rebuilding herself. She owed her this. Mara just hadn't expected him to be there.The lodge looked exactly the same. Wooden beams, stone fireplace, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the river where the light turned everything golden at sunset.Mara felt twenty-two again, barefoot and reckless, staying up until dawn with a boy who made her forget every careful plan she'd ever made."Mara!" She turned to find Claire rushing toward her, radiant in a reh

He kissed her. Or maybe she kissed him. It didn't matter. What mattered was the way she gasped against his mouth, the way her fingers tangled in his hair, the way six years of wanting crashed over them both like a wave. She tasted like wine and summer and everything he'd convinced himself he couldn't have. Her dress had ridden up her thighs and his hands were on bare skin, and she was making these small sounds that were destroying what was left of his self-control.•He stood, lifting her with him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, the thin fabric of her sundress the only thing separating them. "Inside," she managed between kisses, her voice a breathy moan. "Now."He carried her through the sliding door, down the hall, not caring which bedroom they ended up in as long as there was a horizontal surface. They tumbled onto a bed—his bed, he realized distantly—and she was pulling at his shirt, getting it over his head, running her hands over his chest like she was memorizing him.

Ethan's mind reeled. This was insane. But Vanessa didn't back down. Her eyes met Ethan's, a silent question passing between them. He saw the challenge in them, the thrill of the danger, the raw, untamed part of her he'd only gotten a glimpse of last night. He gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod.She dropped the sheet. She stood before them, completely naked, her body a challenge in the morning light. "You want a show, Mark? Then watch."She crossed to Ethan, her movements fluid and deliberate. She grabbed the waistband of his jeans, her fingers working the button and zipper with practiced ease. "On your knees," she commanded, her voice a low, husky whisper that was only for him, but loud enough for her ex-husband to hear.Ethan sank to his knees without hesitation, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew this wasn't just about sex anymore. This was about power. About reclaiming what had been taken from her."Good boy," she purred, threading her fingers through his hair. She guided hi

Harden’s POVThe rink was losing its mind.Chants crashed into each other. Skates screamed against the ice. Sticks clashed. Bodies slammed like wrecking balls with skates. The air was sharp—sweat, ice, adrenaline, chaos. This was overtime. No breathing room. No thinking allowed.Just survive. Then win.Todays win had to be the best thing that would happen to me in a really long time. I had even trained extra hours for this day. Because dad has made a promise to me.He told me if our team won the game, then I get to have the sport car that I had been saving up for, for free.And damn… I wasn’t going to let the deal slide when I knew damn too well that it wasn’t impossible.I had told myself that it was easy. That I was going to get it. That I was going to beat dad to his own bet.And I had come here today with everything that I had. No holding back. No slowing down.I chased the puck like it had personally insulted me. My legs burned, lungs on fire, but I pushed harder anyway. The crow