All Chapters of Every Shade Of Desire (short story collection): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 31:One Night, Endless Graving

Ethan couldn’t get her out of his head.Two days. Forty-eight hours of trying to work, trying to eat, trying to sleep, and all he could think about was the way she’d moaned his name. The way her body had clenched around him. The desperate, hungry sounds she made when she came. The way she’d looked at him like he was the first real thing she’d felt in years.He told himself he was just checking on her. Making sure she was okay after that night. But deep down he knew it was bullshit. He needed to see her again. Needed to know if it had been real or just the alcohol and the moment and the storm of grief that always seemed to hit him hardest at night.So he went back to the hotel.He didn’t expect to find her outside, standing near the employee entrance with her arms wrapped around herself like she was holding something broken together. Her face was pale. Eyes red. She looked wrecked.When their eyes met, the air between them snapped tight. Thick. Suffocating. He remembered every second o

Chapter 32: One Night, Endless Graving

Ethan couldn’t walk away.He’d tried. For two days after dropping her off, he’d sat in his empty apartment telling himself it was just one night. A mistake born from too much whiskey and too many years of nothing. But every time he closed his eyes he saw her face when she came. Heard the way she’d moaned his name like it was the only word that mattered. Felt the way her body had clenched around him like she never wanted to let go.So he went back.She opened the door in an old t-shirt and leggings, hair messy, eyes wary. The second she saw him something shifted in her expression. Relief. Fear. Heat. All at once.“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said before he could talk himself out of it. The words came out rough. Honest. “Not just the sex. You. The way you looked at me. The way you let me see you.”She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed like she was trying to hold herself together. “Ethan… that night was—”“Real,” he cut in. “At least for me it was. I haven’t felt anythi

Chapter 33: Ghost profile

Cole stared at the notification on his brother’s old phone and felt his stomach drop straight through the floor.Wren.He knew that name. He knew it the way he knew the sound of his own heartbeat. Marcus’s wife. The woman he’d been in love with for years before she ever said yes to his brother. The woman he’d walked away from because watching her look at Marcus the way she did had been too much.And now she was messaging the profile he’d accidentally left active while pulling old photos.His cock twitched hard in his jeans before he could stop it. Just seeing her name did that. Pathetic. After all these years.He typed a reply. Deleted it. Typed again."Yes. I'm his brother. Cole. I think there's been a mistake with this account — I had no idea it was active. I'm so sorry."Her reply came faster than he expected."I figured. The hiking photo gave it away. He would have rather died than — I'm sorry. That was a terrible thing to say."They messaged for two hours. Grief flickered in the

Chapter 34: Ghost profile

Cole sat across from her in the dimly lit restaurant and tried to remember how to breathe normally.Wren looked beautiful tonight. Not in the way that made him want to stare — though he did that anyway — but in the way that made his chest feel too tight. The low lighting caught the curve of her neck when she tilted her head, the way her fingers played with the stem of her wine glass. Every small movement sent heat crawling under his skin.This is dangerous. You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be thinking about her like this.But he was. He’d been thinking about her nonstop since that night. Her moans. The way she’d looked up at him with those hungry eyes while she sucked his cock. The way she’d clenched around him when she came. Two days of filthy texts and voice notes that left him hard and aching in his temporary apartment, jerking off to the memory of her voice saying his name like a prayer.Under the table, his hand slid up her thigh. Slowly. Deliberately. She tensed for half a s

Chapter 35: Ghost profile

Cole lay in the dark of his temporary apartment, Wren’s head on his chest, her breathing slow and warm against his skin, and for the first time in years the silence didn’t feel empty.He kept one hand on her back, stroking slowly, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing. Her leg was thrown over his, thigh pressed against his cock, which was already half-hard again even though they’d fucked twice already tonight. The scent of her — sweat, sex, something sweet that was just her — filled his nose every time he breathed in. It made his chest feel tight in a way that wasn’t grief.This is dangerous. You’re getting too attached too fast. She’s Marcus’s wife. Was. She was.But she wasn’t Marcus’s anymore. She was here. Naked. Pressed against him. Whispering his name like it mattered. And that was the thing that kept undoing him — the way she looked at him like he was Cole, not a ghost of his brother. Like he was enough exactly as he was.She stirred. Lifted her head. Her eyes were sleepy

Chapter 36: The Sparring partner

Eli leaned against the far wall of the gym, arms crossed, pretending he was just cooling down after his own set. The place was almost empty this late — just the hum of the ventilation and the rhythmic thud of gloves on leather. Dara was at the heavy bag again, destroying it like it owed him money. Tank top soaked through, clinging to the broad lines of his back and shoulders. Sweat dripping down his neck. Every punch landed with a grunt that echoed across the room and settled low in Eli’s gut.Fuck. Stop looking.He couldn’t. Eight months of this. Eight months of watching Dara move like that — powerful, precise, controlled chaos — and pretending it didn’t do shit to him. Pretending the way Dara’s muscles flexed under his skin didn’t make Eli’s cock twitch. Pretending the competitive fire in those dark eyes didn’t make something deeper than rivalry stir in his chest.Dara finished a combo, stepped back, breathing hard. Chest heaving. Tank top riding up just enough to show the cut of hi

Chapter 37: The Sparring partner

Eli gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white the entire drive to Dara’s apartment. His cock was throbbing, leaking into his shorts, still slick from the gym and the way Dara had looked at him in the ring. Every red light felt like torture. Dara sat in the passenger seat, breathing hard, one hand resting on his own thigh like he was trying not to touch himself.The silence was thick. Heavy. Eli could feel Dara’s eyes on him every few seconds. He kept replaying the way Dara had pushed back against his tongue in the ring, the broken sounds he’d made, the way his ass had clenched around Eli’s fingers. Eight months of pretending he didn’t want this. Eight months of watching Dara move and spar and sweat and telling himself it was just rivalry.It had never been just rivalry.Dara’s hand slid over the console. Bold. No hesitation. He palmed Eli’s cock through his shorts, squeezing, stroking him slowly. Eli’s breath caught hard. His hips jerked up into the touch before he c

Chapter 38: The Sparring partner

Eli circled Dara in the empty ring, gloves up, sweat already dripping down his back. The gym had cleared out hours ago. Just the two of them now. The way Dara moved — powerful, fluid, that focused glare — had been driving Eli crazy for months. Tonight it was worse. Every punch Dara threw made Eli’s cock twitch in his shorts. Every grunt, every flex of muscle under sweat-slick skin, every time their bodies collided in a clinch sent heat rushing straight to his groin.Dara’s shoulder brushed Eli’s chest. Their eyes locked for half a second too long. Eli felt it in his stomach — that sharp twist of want that had been building since the first time they sparred.“Keep your guard up,” Eli muttered, voice rougher than he meant.Dara smirked, breathing hard. “Make me.”Eli lunged. They crashed together. Gloves on gloves, bodies slamming. Eli pinned Dara against the ropes, hips rolling forward before he could stop himself. Their cocks brushed through thin shorts. Both of them were hard. Obviou

Chapter 39: Wrong Room, Right Man

Jasper let himself into Room 212 at 10:47pm, shoulders heavy from the long drive and the weight of another week that felt like it was slipping through his fingers. The conference had been exhausting — panels, critiques, networking that left him smiling when he wanted to disappear. He’d booked the room for one night to avoid driving home in the dark. Just rest. Nothing more.The shower was running.Steam curled under the bathroom door, carrying the faint scent of hotel soap and something warmer, more familiar. Jasper froze in the doorway, keycard still in his hand. The room was supposed to be empty. He checked the number again. 212. Correct. He’d double-checked at the front desk.He should leave. Call down to reception. Explain the mistake.Instead he closed the door quietly behind him and sat in the armchair by the window. Heart pounding. The water kept running. He could hear it clearly now — steady, rhythmic, the occasional shift of someone moving under the spray. His mind supplied t

Chapter 40: Wrong Room, Right Man

Jasper woke to the feeling of a warm mouth sliding down his cock.Noah’s head moved slowly between his legs, lips tight, tongue swirling around the head before taking him deeper. Jasper’s hand found Noah’s hair without thinking, fingers tightening as a low groan escaped his throat. Noah looked up, eyes dark, holding Jasper’s gaze as he sucked him deeper, cheeks hollowing.Jasper’s hips jerked. His breathing quickened. He watched Noah’s mouth stretch around him, watched the way Noah’s throat worked when he took him to the back. Noah moaned around his length, the vibration shooting straight through Jasper. His free hand gripped the sheets, knuckles white.Noah pulled off with a wet sound, lips shiny. He kissed up Jasper’s stomach, sucking a mark just below his ribs, then moved higher. Their mouths met in a slow, deep kiss. Jasper tasted himself on Noah’s tongue. His hands slid down Noah’s back, pulling him closer until their bodies pressed together, cocks rubbing slick and hot between t

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