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“Claire—”“Stay.”He tried to lift me. I would not let him. I clenched down and said it again, stay, and he broke.He came inside me with a sound he put into my mouth.Hot. Deep. Pulse after pulse. I kept him there until it was done. Until I could feel it start to leak around him. Until the room was only our breathing and the click of the cooling vent.We sat like that on their bed.His heartbeat against mine. His come sliding out of me onto her sheet.He looked at the wet spot like it might speak.“That was stupid,” he said.“I bought the plan on Thursday.”He closed his eyes. His hands were still on my back. He did not take them off.I lifted off him slow. I felt the empty. I felt the run of it down my thigh. I stood up because if I stayed on that bed I was going to ask for something I did not have language for.He followed me.Not to my room. To their bathroom.White tile. Two sinks. Her products lined up like little soldiers. He turned the shower on. We got in because we were a me

We did it like that. Me on top. Him sitting. The frame tapping the wall in a rhythm I could not hide. I rode him until my thighs burned and the wet sound of it filled the little room. He held my ass and let me set it and then he stopped letting me and fucked up into me hard enough that I had to bite his shoulder to stay quiet.I came with my forehead on his and my hand fisted in his shirt. He did not come. He lifted me off, turned me onto my hands and knees on the narrow bed, and pushed back in from behind. The new angle punched the air out of me. One of my hands slipped off the edge. He hauled me back by the hip and kept going, deep, the head of him hitting the place that made my vision go thin.A key scraped in the lock.We froze.Dana’s key. Dana who was supposed to be at a wedding.The lock stuck the way it always stuck. She swore on the other side of the door. Grant was buried in me. I could feel his pulse. I could feel mine. The key tried again.“Closet,” I whispered.He pulled

“Grant.”“I know.”She came again with her forehead on mine, shaking, her nails in my shoulders through the coat I had not taken off. I kept thrusting up into that tightness. I was close. I was past close. I should have pulled out. I had told myself in the driveway I would pull out.I did not.I came inside her with my teeth in her shoulder and my hand spread on her back and a groan I put into her skin. Pulse after pulse. She held me down on her and took it. The car smelled like sex and the pie and the cold.We stayed joined.My phone buzzed in the cup holder. Helen. I did not look.Claire lifted off me slow. I watched myself leave her. I watched it run down her thigh onto my back seat. She pulled her jeans up over it. I fixed my belt. My hands were not steady. Hers were.“Station,” she said.“Yeah.”I climbed back into the front. She did too. I started the engine. The heat came on and made it worse. I drove the rest of the way with both hands on the wheel and her silence in the passe

Sienna;I was nineteen and stupidly horny for my stepbrother, Damien.The mansion felt too big, too empty with Mom and Dad gone on their month-long honeymoon in the Maldives. Just me, the hum of the air conditioning, and the kind of silence that made every creak of the floorboards sound like a secret. I’d come home from my first year of college two days ago, thinking I’d have the place to myself. Sleep late. Swim naked in the pool. Touch myself without worrying about thin walls.The moment he stepped into the marble foyer, the air shifted.I was halfway down the grand staircase in nothing but an oversized white t-shirt—his old t-shirt from years ago that I’d stolen from the laundry the last time he visited—when I heard the low rumble of his voice cursing at the driver. My bare feet froze on the cool marble. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted out.Damien.Seven years older. Six-foot-four of pure muscle and barely restrained violence. His black button-up was undone at the c

My legs felt like jelly as I followed him through the dimly lit hallway, his broad back a wall of muscle moving with predatory grace. Every step made the oversized t-shirt brush against my soaked thighs, reminding me of how dripping wet I already was. *God, what the hell am I doing?* This was Damien—my stepbrother. The man who used to ignore me like I was furniture. Now his cum was still drying on my chin, and my pussy was throbbing so hard it ached with every heartbeat. I should’ve felt ashamed. Instead, all I felt was this burning, shameful need pooling low in my belly, making my clit pulse against the ruined fabric of my panties.He pushed open the door to the guest suite—the one he always used when he stayed here—and the second we were inside, he kicked it shut behind us. The click echoed like a gunshot. Before I could even catch my breath, he spun me around and pinned me against the wall, his massive body caging me in. One thick thigh shoved between my legs, pressing right up aga