Blair Winters Naked Novels & Stories

"Sweetheart it's late. Come on let me take you to your room." "I'm still sleepy." She complained as she open her eyes. "Good morning." She smiled at me sweetly. "Why are you naked?" "You don't recall ripping my shirt off." I teased her as she got off me. "Liar." She responded and sat on the floor. "Guys, come on cover yourselves up." Lucas stated laughing. "I'm pretty sure I'm not completely naked. What's with the fuss? We didn't have sex. We just got wasted." Blair said lazily and lay on the floor.

My senses had been completely taken over and I let myself drown in the pleasure he gave me. And despite my hate for him, I still enjoyed it. I flushed some more, burying my head in his chest. "Are you up princess?" "Prince-" I flushed even further. Blair chuckled, his grip on me tightened. It took me a while to realize that we were both naked. "Um, Blair, we're n-naked." "Well yeah. We were both in our wolf form and we transformed." I raised an eyebrow. "Is that why we were naked?" "Yeah," He looked down at me. "You didn't know that ?"

You could make out but no threading the needle was allowed – if anyone was caught doing the deed, they will be thrown out – as simple as that. Blair is usually the one that catches the sneaky and horny couples, she finds it amusing to walk into people having secret sex – she is a little crazy, that is what they say about her. Blair was a badass woman, maybe in her late twenties – she might look like the woman that hates everything around her, but she was not as she appeared to be – she might like to wear black or grey all the time, always had smoky makeup on and with her black short hair – everyone thinks that she will turn them blue if they even try to approach her.

Not in front of my men, not to my ex-wives or my numerous girlfriends and definitely not to the women who hung off me in the hopes I would let them service me. Blair hesitated only a second and then she pushed the slinky dress down her hips and stepped out of it. Standing there, tall and proud on nothing but sparkly heels and a come to bed smile. “Where do you want me, big man?” Hand on her hip she studied me. She didn’t look behind her at all the expectant faces that were watching the show. Her attention was sorely on me. Her chest falling fast as she wet her lips with her pink tongue.

They thanked me as the timer for their session rang and got up. As I dealt with the second couple, I saw Blair and Cristo in the distance on the raised platform by the podium. I tried to focus on my clients, but I was only half present, while the other half drifted to Cristo, who stood there with his hand on Blair’s hip. He looked good and professional. Black pants, white button up, and a long dark overcoat. Blair stood next to him in a beige cashmere sweater dress with a chic belt around her waist, paired with brown heels that clicked against the floor.

Gianna’s POV Blair stormed out of the room, her red hair wild and her face a mask of hot fury. She was wearing nothing but a robe tied loosely around her waist and the flush on her cheeks made her look like a woman ready to go to war. I froze as she stepped into the living room, her glare sweeping over King, Tom, and Liam before landing on me. She already knew they were here but she looks thoroughly fucked. I heard someone growl angrily but I can’t tell who.

I clearly remembered that her name was Blair, a damned same name as Nathan’s dead fiancee. Speaking of Blair, that bitch flooded my mind abruptly. Honesty speaking, she was a gorgeous woman with a hot sexy figure. I wanted to fuck her, but she refused. What a slut! Pretending to be innocent and pure was just a way to attract me. There was a night, when Nathan was out of town for something that I didn’t care, Blair was along in their bedroom. I saw the door half-opened, so I just walked in. Blair was masturbating. The screen was on and playing the video of one of those porn films. What a scene! I couldn’t wait to teleport to her bed and lay on top of her body. Her boobs were watery and soft.

Closing my eyes, I breathed in and out rhythmically, trying my best to stay sane despite wanting to explode. “Fuck,” I cursed under my breath after another wave of pain hit me. I looked around, and when I found Blair, I walked toward her with so much difficulty. Then I tapped her shoulder softly. “What?” she barked like a wounded dog. “I need to go to the bathroom. Can you manage alone?” “Go, Winter. Your face made me sick.” ‘I want to tear her body into pieces,’ Snow snarled. ‘Maybe in the future,’ I replied.

When does the other shoe drop? But maybe, just maybe, there is no catch. Maybe I get to be happy. Maybe this is real. There's a knock on the door. "Come in," I call out. Blair walks in wearing a beautiful pale blue bridesmaid dress. She looks stunning. "Oh my God," she says, stopping in her tracks when she sees me. "Winter. You look absolutely gorgeous." "You think so?" I ask, suddenly feeling nervous again. "I know so," Blair says, walking over to me. "Nath is going to cry when he sees you. Guaranteed."

We walked on. The pathway led to a little beach. Smooth stones crunched beneath our feet. Waves lapped gently along the coast, creating a calming pattern. The lake spread out before us, huge and blue. Blair sat on a big rock. After a moment, I joined him. We stared out across the water. The sun glinted off the surface, and a million diamonds danced over the waves. A loon shouted from the distance, its cry haunting and magnificent. "Why are you doing this?" I eventually asked. The question has been burning in my mind since we arrived. Blair remained silent for a long time. When he talked, his tone was low. Serious. "Because I am tired, Avy." Tired of becoming the person everyone expects me t