All Chapters of DIARY OF A FORBIDDEN LOVE: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Sophie’s pov“Goddamn car pick today of all days to die on me.” I twisted the key harder like that would magically fix the weak clicking sound coming from under the hood. Rain hammered down in heavy sheets soaking straight through my thin white tank top and the short denim cutoffs that barely covered my ass. Cold water ran in rivulets between my tits making the fabric cling tight so my nipples stood out hard and obvious against the wet cotton. My hair stuck to my cheeks and neck while I stood there in the middle of the driveway looking like a drowned mess. I have been watching Daniel Reeves longer than I should have for months now. The way he moved when he worked on his truck or cut the grass across the street always pulled my eyes.Broad shoulders, solid chest dark hair with a little gray at the temples and those steady hands. Forty eight years old and still built like he c

Sophie’s pov“Shit the rain got worse while we were inside that store.” I said it as Daniel pulled the truck back into my driveway around four. Water sheeted down the windshield so thick the wipers could barely keep up. The new battery sat in a box on the floorboard between my feet and my shorts were still damp from earlier. Every bump in the road had made them rub against me and I was already worked up again just from the ride home.Daniel killed the engine and looked over at me. Rain hammered the roof. “You’re going to get soaked just walking to the door. I’ve got a towel in the back seat if you want it.”“Or you could just come inside and dry off too. No point in running back across the street in this.” The words left my mouth before I could second guess them. His eyes stayed on mine for a second longer than they needed to.“You

Sophie’s pov“Fuck it.” I said it out loud and leaned across the couch before I could talk myself out of it. My hand went to the side of Daniel’s neck and I kissed him hard. He didn’t freeze. He didn’t pull back. His mouth opened under mine and he kissed me back like he had been waiting all day for permission. His hand slid into my hair and held me there while his tongue pushed past my lips. I made a sound into his mouth and climbed half into his lap without breaking the kiss.He stood up with me still wrapped around him. My legs locked at his waist and I felt how hard he already was against me. He carried me down the short hall to my bedroom like I weighed nothing. The flashlight beam swung wild across the walls until he set it on the nightstand. Then he laid me down on the bed and followed me right over.“You sure?&r

Sophie’s pov“Rain’s stopping.” I said it against Daniel’s chest while we lay tangled in my bed with the sheets shoved down around our hips. It was almost eleven and the heavy drumming on the roof had faded to a light drip from the gutters. The power was still out but the storm had finally worn itself down. The house sat quiet around us.No thunder. No wind. Just the two of us breathing in the dark and the sticky mess of what we had done still drying on my thighs.Daniel’s hand moved slowly up and down my bare back. His fingers traced the line of my spine like he was memorizing it. “Yeah. I hear it.”I propped myself up on one elbow and looked at him in the weak flashlight glow. His hair was a mess from my hands. There was a red mark on his shoulder where I had bitten him the second time he made me come. His cock rested heavily against his thigh, still slick from being inside me. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around it just to feel the weight.“You’re not leaving.”It was

Chloe’s povBy three we were in the kitchen again, this time with actual food on the counters. Elena had decided we needed real dinner instead of just chips and wine, so she pulled out chicken, peppers, onions, and a cutting board while I grabbed the oil and the big pan. The afternoon heat still hung in the house even with the AC running, and both of us had peeled off a layer. She wore a thin white tank that clung when she moved, and I stayed in my shorts and the same tank from earlier. Every time she shifted I caught the soft bounce of her tits under the fabric and my mouth went dry all over again.“Are you any good with a knife or should I handle the chopping?” she asked, already slicing an onion with quick clean strokes.“I can manage. Just tell me what you want cut.”She pointed with the tip of the knife. “Peppers. Thin strips. And try not to stare at my chest the