No Saints in My Bed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

JanetWith the lock clicked into place, he draped a caution sign over the small window. We were plunged into a dim world that smelled of cleaning supplies. My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might bruise my ribs.“Arthur,” I whispered, the name feeling strange on my tongue. “We’re in the school closet. At noon.”“I know where we are, Janet,” he grunted. He didn’t sound smooth or practiced; he sounded like a man who was just as surprised as I was, yet far more determined.He moved in again. His kisses were rougher this time, his tongue pushing past my teeth with urgency. I met him halfway, my fingers tangling in the thin hair at the back of his head. I didn’t care that we were making out in a janitor’s closet. I didn’t care about anything else in that moment other than how he made me feel. He was touching me like I was a prize, not a burden, and that was a drug I hadn’t tasted in years.The space was so tight that every time he moved, a shelf rattled. My hip knocked into a sta

SilasIt was especially hot this time of the year in the area, but today’s sun was scorching. I’d already stripped out of my coveralls, tying the sleeves around my waist to let some air hit my skin.I was soaked. A black tank top had seemed like a good idea at six in the morning, but by noon in a tin-roofed shop, it was just a heat magnet.I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand, realizing a second too late that I was covered in engine muck. “Aw, goddammit,” I cursed under my breath.“Done with the car yet, Silas?”I peeked out from under a Ford truck, squinting against the glare. “I wish. It’s going to take me a whole year to finish this mess.”Ahmad, my coworker, cackled from the next bay over. “Well, if anyone can figure out what’s wrong with that hunk of junk, it’s you.”“Yeah, right.” I grabbed a wrench and rolled back under the chassis. “I need a break!” I yelled back. I’d been at it for hours, and the truck had a shitload of problems.I was just about to tighten a bolt whe

BeauOkay, yeah, I’ve been pining for the man, you can’t blame me. Have you seen him? Especially tonight, now that he was angry.Those emerald green eyes were boring into me as he yelled. I was half-listening, barely hearing a word that came out of those full, luscious lips.It also didn’t help that it was raining and he was soaked from head to toe. I liked his dark, curly hair better when it was wet. I imagined we were in the shower, and I could run my fingers through them…That wasn’t nearly the best part of him being wet. His grey tank top clung tightly to his ripped body, as if it wasn’t tight enough. Now I could trace the outline of every ab muscle, run my tongue across those rigid lines, up his strong, muscular arms, trace every sinewy muscle, every vein…Silas was smoking hot, and I wanted him. I did since the very first time I saw him at the bar, drinking with his friends, and they mentioned they worked here. But as much as I wanted him, I didn’t think I was going to show him

BeauThe bed dipped as he climbed onto it and took my cock into his warm mouth, his eyes never leaving mine. I lay there, legs spread as far apart as possible. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he lowered his mouth down to the base of my cock. My hands tangled in his full hair, guiding his head. The pleasure was instant; Silas had a way with his mouth. It was so good, I felt a twinge of jealousy at his old lovers who had experienced this. He sucked me off with no hands at first, just his head bobbing up and down on my dick, his eyes never leaving mine. My mouth formed into a silent "o" when he did the suction thing with his mouth again. I nearly died when he used his hands. He pulled away to catch his breath and rubbed me off with his hands. Then he buried his head between my legs again, caressing my balls with just the right pressure to send me over the edge. "Oh, Silas!" I let out a loud moan, my toes curling up in excitement. It took me an embarrassingly long time to get

IsoldeMy eyes flickered through the pages of the book as I cradled the tea mug in my hands. I was so lost in the words I was reading and the world I had created in my head that I didn’t realize I was leaning forward until I spilled a drop of tea on the old, yellowing page.“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” I muttered under my breath and shot up from my seat instantly. I pushed the mug to the side and began dabbing at the page with the hem of my dress.My fingers were covered in bruises from having to work at the mill all day. The library had become more than just a place I came to pass the time when I was finally done with the mountain of chores I had.It had become a safe haven, a place I could run to for some respite. No one knew to look for me here, not the maids, not my sisters, not even Father. No one really knew me at home, not the things I enjoyed, at least.They didn’t know I enjoyed getting lost in the pages of romance books, imagining I was the fine lady the books spoke of. If Fathe