บททั้งหมดของ Hearts Entwined( A collection of lesbian romance stories): บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

CHAPTER 2 “Ruby. Bella. Open up.” My stepfather’s voice cut through the hotel room like a blade. We were still half-naked, the sheets wrecked and the smell of sex filled the room. My thighs were still wet and the taste of both of them was still on my tongue.Bella yanked the sheet over us. Lalya grabbed her clothes with shaking hands. I pulled on my shirt and jeans as fast as I could, fingers fumbling with the buttons. I opened the door just enough to look out. He stood in the hallway, his eyes moving from my face to the messy room behind me. He already knew.“We need to talk now, all three of you.” He walked in and shut the door. He looked at the bed, the open bathroom door, the way none of us could quite meet his eyes.“I got a call from the front desk about noise, so I came to check.” His voice stayed calm. “Whatever happened here stays here, no one else finds out. Is that clear?”We all nodded. He looked at me longer than the others. “Ruby, you’re the oldest. I expected better.

CHAPTER 1 The restroom door locked with a soft click. I stood at the sink, my hands under the cold water. We had been out for hours — shopping, then dinner. My husband had just left for an urgent work call. Naomi, his older sister, was still at the table. Thirty-eight and a lesbian. The woman who had been staying in our guest room for the past five days and somehow managed to make an awkward smile every time she looked at me.The door opened behind me. Naomi stepped inside and locked the door.My heart slammed. “Naomi…”“I’ve been watching you all night,” she said with a low voice, she stepped closer. The small restroom suddenly felt too tight.I turned to face her fully. Thirty years old, married, and suddenly my pulse was racing for my husband’s sister.“We can’t,” I whispered, but the words came out weak.Naomi closed the last bit of space between us. Her hand came up and brushed a strand of hair from my face. The simple touch sent heat straight between my legs. “Tell me you don

CHAPTER 3Naomi’s hand was still locked around my wrist. We both froze. My dress was somewhere on the floor. The strap-on was still warm from being inside me and the smell of sex sat thick in the small guest room.Naomi pressed a finger to my lips, then called out in a carefully calm voice. “Give me a second.”She pulled the covers higher over me, stood, and threw on an oversized T-shirt. I stayed completely still under the blanket. Naomi opened the door just enough to step into the hallway and pull it almost closed behind her.I heard their voices — low, muffled. My husband asked something about breakfast plans. Naomi answered, their footsteps moved away toward the stairs. Only then did I dare breathe again.Naomi slipped back inside a minute later, locked the door, and leaned against it. For a long moment she just looked at me. “He’s going downstairs,” she said quietly. “We have maybe twenty minutes.”I sat up, the sheet falling to my waist. “This is getting too close.”“I know.”S

CHAPTER 2The message from my mother glowed on the screen. Jane read it over my shoulder. Her hand was still on my waist and her fingers still faintly shiny. For a second neither of us spoke.“She’s going to keep checking in,” I said quietly.Jane’s jaw tightened. “Then we don’t stay here.”She stood, pulled her clothes back on, and looked at me with that same dark, careful heat from earlier. “Get dressed. I’m taking you out.”We left the house twenty minutes later. Jane drove. The silence in the car felt charged instead of empty. Every time her hand shifted on the gear stick I remembered those same fingers inside me, making me squirt across my own sheets. My body still ached in the best way.She took me to a quiet restaurant first, we ordered food we barely touched. Jane watched me over the rim of her glass, her eyes were soft and hungry at the same time. Under the table her knee brushed mine and stayed there. The contact alone made my pussy clench.“I’ve been thinking about the soun

CHAPTER 1Chloe’s suitcase hit the floor with a loud thud.“Christabel!” she squealed, throwing her arms around me before I could even close the front door. “I missed you, you bitch.”I laughed and hugged her back, but my attention had already locked on the woman standing just behind her.Isabella, my best friend's mother. Her dark hair pulled loosely back, sunglasses hanging from the neckline of her blouse. She stepped into the house, her eyes moving over me slowly.“Christabel,” she said, her voice low and warm. “You’ve grown even more beautiful.”Chloe was already talking a mile a minute about the drive and the summer plans, dragging her bags toward the guest room. I nodded and answered, but I could feel Isabella watching me. Every time I glanced over, her gaze was still there, steady and unashamed.We got them settled. Chloe took the room next to mine. Isabella took the one at the end of the hall. That first evening the three of us sat on the back deck with drinks. Chloe was tips