All Chapters of 20 wild encounters : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lena woke up to the sound of moaning. It wasn't the distant, muffled noise of the party downstairs, which had finally died down to a low thrum of bass and occasional laughter. This was close. It was a sharp, rhythmic sound coming from right through the drywall of the guest room. She lay perfectly still, her heart beginning to hammer against her ribs as she recognized the timber of the voice. It was a low, masculine groan that vibrated in the very air of the room.It was Caleb. She knew his voice as well as she knew her own name. She had spent years memorizing every inflection, every growl, and every rare laugh.The wall to her left pulsed with a steady, heavy rhythm. There it was again. A sound caught between a growl and a curse. Lena bit her lip so hard she tasted copper. Her thighs clenched instinctively under the guest room sheets, her body reacting to the sound before her mind could even process the reality of it. The air in the small room was suddenly too hot, thick with the left

Lena woke up in Caleb’s bed. Her body ached in all the right places, a dull, thrumming reminder of the night before. Her skin tingled where his teeth had marked her, and her throat felt parched and raw from the cries he had pulled from her over the hours. The sheets were a tangled mess around her hips, and her legs still felt slick with the evidence of him.But the other side of the bed was cold.The door was closed, and the house had fallen into a heavy, suffocating silence. There was no more pounding music, no more laughter spilling from the kitchen, and no trace of the feral chaos that had led her to his room. There was only a half-empty beer on the nightstand and the ruins of her own self-control.She sat up slowly, her head throbbing. It wasn't the tequila. It was the crushing weight of what they had done. Sam’s older brother. Her best friend’s blood. The man who had spent the night using her like a personal addiction. The worst part was that she already wanted more. She wanted t

The moment my climax started to subside, a sudden, sharp gasp cut through the thick haze of my pleasure. My eyes flew open, and I froze, caught mid-thrust on Robby’s lap. The world, which had been reduced to nothing but the friction of our bodies, suddenly expanded to include the doorway. Robby’s breath hitched beneath me as he stiffened, the wet heat of his cock still lodged deep inside me, pulsing with the remnants of my internal tremors.The clinic door was cracked open. Standing there, framed by the light from the hallway like a vision that shattered the last thread of control I had, was Eli Torres.He was the new nurse, a man with a clean-cut jaw, steady hazel eyes, and an unexpected aura of calm strength that usually made the chaotic ER shifts feel manageable. Now, he was seeing a side of me no colleague ever had. His scrubs were still neat, his posture rigid but undeniably intrigued, like a predator assessing a sudden, fascinating surprise.He blinked once, his eyes immediately

"Jade, is that you? Thank goodness you are home. Come say hello to my husband."That was the first thing my mom said to me the moment I stepped through the front door. I was still carrying a heavy box from a long day at work, my shoulders aching, and her cheerful voice felt like a grating noise I wasn't ready to handle. I didn't even know what to say to her. I didn't want to see him, and I certainly didn't want to perform the role of the happy daughter. I simply walked past them both, my eyes fixed on the stairs, and headed up without a word."Jade, are you there? There’s someone else I also want you to meet!" she screamed from the bottom of the stairs.I rolled my eyes. She never changed. She was always desperate for me to meet new people, as if a new face could suddenly fix the mess she made of our family life. This was the seventh man I was being introduced to in the span of only six months. She had met Mr. Bill three months ago, and apparently, that was enough time to decide he wa

Jade's povAfter the incident in the bathroom, Axel and I did everything within our power to avoid each other. It became a silent, coordinated dance; we timed our showers around each other's schedules and practically mapped out our footsteps in the house to ensure we never occupied the same room at the same time. It was ridiculous and exhausting. The atmosphere in the house was thick and awkward, a lingering tension that made my skin feel several sizes too tight every time I heard his door click open.Our parents were rarely home, which should have made things easier, but instead, it led to a series of weird, silent dinners and eerie mornings. Even when I didn't see him, his presence lingered in the hallways like smoke.Until today.Today was different. Mom and Mr. Bill were out on a movie date, and I could have sworn I saw Axel’s car pull out of the driveway earlier in the afternoon. I assumed I finally had the house to myself. It was that specific kind of freedom where you wear what