All Chapters of 100 NIGHTS OF SECRETS: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80



The hit came out of nowhere.


One second Jaden was calling the play, eyes scanning downfield. The next, Ethan Martinez slammed into him from the blind side, driving him into the turf three full seconds after the whistle.


I bit my lip, watching them roll across the grass. Fuck, they looked good like that.


The crowd erupted. Half cheering, half booing.


The refs threw flags everywhere. Yellow littering the field like confetti.


Jaden shoved Ethan off him, chest heaving. They were close enough to kiss. “You fucking serious right now?”


“What?” Ethan stayed on top of him a beat too long before standing. All fake innocence. “Didn’t hear the whistle.”


Jaden slapped away the hand Ethan offered and got up on his own. “Bullshit.”


They were chest to chest now, breathing hard. The ref stepped between them, but not before Ethan’s hand “accidentally” brushed Jaden’s hip.


Jaden’s eyes went dark. “Touch me again, Martinez.”


“That a threat or an invitation, Crawford?”


Jesus Christ





I woke up sandwiched between two warm bodies and couldn’t remember ever feeling this satisfied.


Jaden was pressed against my back, arm slung over my waist, morning wood pressing against my ass. Ethan faced me, one leg thrown over mine, breathing softly against my neck.


Sunlight filtered through my blinds. It had to be early. Maybe six or seven.


My body ached in the best way. I could feel them both still. The stretch, the fullness, the rawness between my thighs. Evidence of what we’d done.


Evidence of how we’d completely destroyed every boundary.


Ethan stirred first, eyes blinking open. When he saw me watching him, he grinned. “Morning, beautiful.”


“Morning.”


“Sleep good?”


“Best sleep of my life.”


His hand slid down my stomach, between my thighs. I was wet again already. “Round two?”


“She needs to recover,” Jaden’s voice rumbled behind me. But his hips pressed forward, grinding his hard cock against my ass.


“Does she?” Ethan’s fingers found my clit, circled sl



It was Wednesday.
Two days since that night in Madison's room. Two days since I'd had the best sex of my life and left them both wanting more.
I'd been expecting radio silence. Maybe some awkward avoidance in the house, Madison pretending it never happened while counting down to Friday with dread.
What I got instead was a knock on my door at nine PM.
I opened it to find Madison and Tyler standing in the hallway, looking nervous and desperate and needy.
"We need to talk," Madison said quietly.
I leaned against the doorframe, amused. "About?"
"Can we come in?" Tyler glanced down the hallway. "Please?"
This was interesting. I stepped aside, let them enter, locked the door behind them.
Madison paced my small room like a caged animal. Tyler sat on my bed, bouncing his leg anxiously.
"So," I said, crossing my arms. "What's so important it couldn't wait until Friday?"
Madison stopped pacing, looked at me. "I can't stop thinking about it."
"About what?"
"About..." She gestured helplessly. "



I knew we were in trouble the moment Jake took his shirt off.
Not because there was anything wrong with my boyfriend Ryan's body—he worked out, had decent abs, looked good. But Jake was built like he'd been carved from stone. Broad shoulders, defined chest, that V-cut that disappeared into his swim trunks in a way that made my mouth water.
And I wasn't the only one staring.
"Holy shit," Mia breathed beside me, not even pretending to be subtle. "Babe, when did you get so ripped?"
Jake grinned, clearly enjoying the attention. "Been hitting the gym more. You like?"
"She's not the only one," I muttered, then caught myself.
Ryan laughed, slinging an arm around my shoulders. "Can't blame you for looking, babe. Guy's jacked."
"Right?" Mia turned to me, eyes sparkling with mischief. "We definitely picked the right people to spend a week in paradise with."
Paradise was right. The villa was insane—two stories of white stone and glass perched on a cliff, overlooking the turquoise ocean. Infini



I woke up to someone's mouth on my pussy.
For a second, still half-asleep, I wasn't sure who. Then I opened my eyes and saw Mia between my thighs, Ryan beside her watching, and Jake kissed me good morning.
"What a way to wake up," I mumbled.
"Thought you'd like it," Mia said, looking up with a grin.
She went back to work, and Jake's hand found my breast, playing with my nipple while she ate me out. Ryan moved to my other side, kissing my neck.
Three people focused entirely on my pleasure. I came in minutes, crying out, back arching.
"Good morning to me," I gasped.
"It's day three," Jake said. "We're getting better at this."
He wasn't wrong. After that first night all together, we'd fallen into an easy rhythm. No more awkwardness. No more guilt. Just exploration and pleasure and freedom.
Yesterday had been a blur of sex in every location we could find. The infinity pool at sunrise. The kitchen counter during lunch. The outdoor lounge chairs at sunset. Back in bed—or beds, we'd starte