บททั้งหมดของ Hearts Entwined( A collection of lesbian romance stories): บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

CHAPTER 2 The door handle rattled again, harder this time.“Cass, I know you’re in there. Open the door.”My brother’s voice was right on the other side of the wood. Cassandra’s hand was still locked around my wrist. Both of us were half-dressed, sweaty, and reeking of sex. The thick pink strap-on lay on the floor like evidence.Cassandra moved first. She yanked the sheet over the toy, threw my top at me, and pulled her own clothes on with shaking hands. I fixed my jeans as fast as I could, my heart slamming so hard I felt dizzy.She opened the door just enough to block the view.“Hey,” she said, her voice carefully casual. “I had a headache, needed to stay somewhere quiet.”My brother tried to look past her. “Is Elora with you? Someone said they saw you two leave together.”Cassandra stepped into the hallway and pulled the door almost closed behind her. I stayed frozen on the bed, barely breathing. I heard her tell him I had gone to find water and that she would meet him downstairs

CHAPTER 1 The apartment door slammed shut behind Bianca, cutting off the hallway light.Cecilia stood in the middle of the small living room, her heart already pounding. Her oversized T-shirt clung to her body from the evening heat. At twenty-five she still looked younger than she felt, especially with her forty-year-old landlady staring at her like that.“You’re three days late again,” Bianca said, her voice low and controlled. She dropped her keys on the counter, the rain from earlier still glistened in her dark hair.Cecilia swallowed. “I get paid Friday, I'll l have the money then.”Bianca stepped closer, she brushed a loose strand of hair from Cecilia’s cheek, her fingers lingering. The touch sent heat rushing straight between Cecilia’s legs.She breathed in Bianca’s expensive scent mixed with rain, and her pussy throbbed with sudden need.Bianca’s lips curved into a dangerous smile. She slid her hand down to Cecilia’s waist, pulling her closer. The lamp flickered once, then held

CHAPTER 3 Marcus’s fist hit the wood hard enough to make the frame shake. Bianca was still half-naked, the strap-on discarded on the floor, Cecilia’s taste still on her tongue. She yanked her blouse on, kicked the toy under the bed, and threw the sheet over Cecilia.“Stay quiet,” she whispered.She opened the door just wide enough to step into the hallway and pull it almost shut behind her.“Keys,” Marcus said. The inspector stood right behind him with a clipboard. “Inspection’s starting early for every unit.”Bianca’s voice came out perfectly calm. “Of course, give me two minutes.”She stepped back inside, locked the door, and turned to Cecilia. Both of them were breathing hard. The room still smelled like sex and the sheets were a mess. Cecilia’s lips were swollen and her thighs still slick.Bianca crossed the space in three strides, climbed on top of Cecilia, and kissed her like the clock had already run out. It was messy and desperate. Cecilia moaned into it, her hands already un

CHAPTER 2The front door opened downstairs. Cassie’s hand was still on my waist, we both froze. My husband’s voice drifted up the stairs, the keys hit the table. I pulled on a robe with shaking hands and slipped out of the bedroom. Downstairs, Daniel was already in the kitchen.I moved around him, listening for any sound upstairs. Cassie was still in our bedroom, my body still carried the memory of her tongue. When he finally went to shower I almost cried with relief.I ran upstairs. Cassie was already dressed and her toolbox beside her. “I should go.”I nodded. “Follow the back door once the water’s running.”Cassie brushed her thumb over my lower lip, the touch made my pussy clench hard.She left through the back door, I watched her van disappear. The craving stayed deep and wet between my legs.Daniel came to bed later, kissed my cheek, and fell asleep. I lay awake, my thighs pressed together still feeling her. At night I touched myself thinking about her mouth on my cunt and came

CHAPTER 1 The hotel door clicked shut behind us. I stood there with the keycard still in my hand. Twenty-seven years old and still pretending I wasn’t in love with both of them. Lalya, my childhood best friend and Bella, my stepsister. “You’re quiet, Ruby,” Lalya said softly.I dropped my bag on the floor. The suite was nice — wide couch, big bed, bathroom with a glass shower but all I could feel was the tension that had been building for months.“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” I admitted. My voice came out rough. “About both of you and I don’t know how to keep pretending I only want friendship.”Bella stepped closer first. Her eyes were dark and serious. “You think we haven’t noticed? The way you look at me and the way you go quiet when Lalya touches your arm.”Lalya moved to my other side. “We’ve talked about it. How it feels when the three of us are in the same room.”Months of hidden craving rose up so strong I felt light-headed. I reached out and touched Bella’