All Chapters of SWEET SURRENDER: A COLLECTION OF SPICY STORIES: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!"Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.Her players exchanged worried glances. They were used to Sloane being intense, but this was different. She wasn't just demanding; she was volatile. She barked orders during the recovery training, snapping at the captain for a minor mistake and throwing a clipboard across the room when a drill didn't go perfectly. The air i

Sloane calls Tatum late at night demanding they set “ground rules” to keep the secret from destroying their careers.Sloane paced her living room in the dark, phone pressed tight to her ear. The clock showed well past midnight. Her heart beat fast from a mix of anger and leftover desire. “We need ground rules, Tatum. Tonight. This cannot blow up our careers. Meet me at the empty training facility in thirty minutes. Do not argue.”Tatum arrived right on time. The facility was silent and dimly lit by emergency lights. They stood facing each other on the edge of the turf field. Sloane crossed her arms, trying to stay in control. “No emotions. No public contact. We meet only when it is safe. Safe word is red card if it gets too much. This stays physical only. Understand?”Tatum stepped closer, her green eyes locked on Sloane. “Fine. No emotions. No public contact. Red card. But we both know rules like these never last between us.” Her voice carried a challenge. The air felt electric. They

CollisionRiley “I swear to God, if one more person tonight tells me to calm down, I will lose my mind.”I slammed the front door hard enough to rattle the frame. The marble foyer swallowed the sound and threw it back at me, mocking. Two in the morning, mascara probably smeared down my face, and Marcus’s voice was still ringing in my ears telling me I was “too much.” Too emotional. Too loud. Too everything.Story of my life..I kicked off my shoes and left them where they fell. Mom would hate that. Mom wasn’t here. Mom was somewhere in Santorini feeding grapes to her new husband while her son was having a full breakdown in the entryway.I needed water, cold water, a shower maybe. Something to wash Marcus and that entire horrible night off my skin.I dragged myself up the stairs, pulling at my jacket, not even bothering with the lights. I knew this house. Grew up in it. Every creak in the floor, every shadow on the wall. I pushed open the bathroom door and reached for the light switch.

RileyI barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that flash of lightning and Jax’s hand moving while he moaned my name. By morning my body felt tight and restless, like a wire pulled too hard.I stayed in my room as long as I could, but hunger finally dragged me downstairs. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge. I walked into the living room and froze.Jax was waiting. He stood by the big window in a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, arms crossed, eyes locked on me the second I stepped in. No smirk this time. Just raw, aggressive heat.“You heard what you heard,” he said, voice low and rough. “Now what are you going to do about it?”My heart slammed against my ribs. I tried to sound normal. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Bullshit, Riley.” He took one step closer. “You stood there in my doorway last night watching me jerk off while I said your name. Don’t play innocent now.”Heat rushed up my neck. I wanted to run. I wanted to hit him. Mostly I wa

RileyMy heart nearly stopped. Jax’s hand was still wrapped tight around my cock. Our clothes lay scattered across his bedroom floor like evidence of a crime. Heavy footsteps climbed the stairs. Mom’s voice called out cheerfully, “Boys? We’re home early! The flight got rescheduled.”Panic exploded in my chest. Jax moved like lightning. He shoved me toward the small bathroom attached to his room and tossed me his robe. I yanked it on, tying it with shaking fingers. Jax pulled on sweatpants fast, his chest still bare and marked with my scratches.We stepped out just as the bedroom door opened.Mom stood there with Dad right behind her, suitcases in hand. “Oh! Were you two talking in here?” she asked, eyes bright.“Yeah,” Jax said, voice calm and deep. He slid his arm around my shoulders, fingers digging in with a possessive squeeze no one else could see. “Riley came to help me with some work stuff. We’ve been… catching up a lot lately.”I forced a smile, my face burning. “Welcome home. H