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Alone in my room, I grab the crotch of my trousers, begging my dick to soften, but with the feel of Taty’s touch and her scent still lingering in my subconscious, it was fucking impossible. I figure a warm shower would do. But under the shower, all I can think of is Taty in the shower. The hot stream of water caressed her naked body, and her perky pink nipples got hard from my touch. Bloody fuck, my cock can’t stop throbbing; it hurts.

He said in amazement. I know that voice anywhere and I looked back at him with the same expression. "Colby," I said breathlessly. Colby standing looks like he is about 5'8, with broad muscular shoulders underneath the leather jacket that seems to match mine. Caramel brown eyes that illuminate in the sunlight. His sun-kissed skin was bronze from the sun, and lips that look so soft that my lips would melt against his. What am I saying? I shouldn't be thinking things like this.

That is true. "Whatever you want to do baby brother. We will find her okay? And I will incinerate anyone that has even thought about touching her." Colby growls... I have honestly only heard him growl when the people he cared about were in trouble. His sandy hair was a mess, and his brown eyes were slowing with gold flakes dancing in them. Cash was surely on the surface.

"I just said yes to her because you were dancing with that Mouth person." "Mouth isn't some slut who will try and sleep with me!" She argued that he would even compare her sweet Mouth to Rose. "How am I supposed to know if he is or isn't?" Jaxx questioned. "I mean his name is Mouth, I feel like someone nicknamed Mouth couldn't be sweet and innocent," he said not getting why she started to laugh a little. "Broody you are so cute," Eve got over her mood, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Mouth got the nickname Mouth because he talks all the time about sports," she shakes her head. "Any other reason, I do not know."

“And what are you doing here at VI Tech, Lilith Rumero?” Lorenzo asked with a smile that … did things to her breasts. He was so handsome, not a black hair out of place, his suit clinging to his shoulders, perfectly tailored. Lilith flushed as she unwillingly recalled what she knew to be under that suit: muscles for days. she had seen his spread in Rolling Stone. Fine. she had obsessed over his spread in Rolling Stone, clipping the photo of him on the phone poolside, shirt unbuttoned and parted by the wind and a chest that looked like it was chiseled from marble. It had a place of honor on the wall in her dorm.

“Uh-huh… And why does that have you blushing?” Becky asks, leaning against the counter top, giving me a teasing look. “Well, he got all possessive when Brody started eyeing me up and down like a piece of meat,” I giggle, unable to control my blush. I honestly don’t know when I’ve blushed so much. It’s a new thing, being around Colt and his effect on me. “Oh! Do tell!” She giggled with a mischievous smile. She loves a good bit of gossip, but there really isn’t much to tell… At least about Brody. He really wasn’t my type. Colt on the other hand...

"And I'm guessing this gorgeous woman with you is not the one you have a surprise for, right?" "It's actually my sister, Brenna." "Well! Thanks for coming along with your brother. You brighten up the place." "Thank you. I'm kind of helping him with his project today." Rod looked around. "Didn't they offer you coffee? Water? Soft drinks?" he chuckled. "Cookies? Candy?" "We're okay," Matt assured him. "Besides, I think I've had enough coffee today to sink a battleship."

With the look of things, the weekend would not allow it to pass, and it could even get worse. Coming out through the front door, I met Damien right at the door trying to come inside at the same time. He was in a white unbuttoned shirt, and black shorts with wet hair and a liquid dripping body. It made me wonder where he was coming from that early, but that wasn't the main point at that particular time. My stepbrother's muscle tone abs were staring right at me, and his hot body felt like it had just been steamed at the right temperature. His curly hair that bounced at the drips of water were not making the sight, feelings friendly for someone like me.

Preston Vandorholt—human red flag in a tux. I stalk through the crowd like a woman on a mission, which, to be fair, I am. Mission: Make-Psycho-Ex-Go-Away. That’s when I spot Colton. Tall, brooding, hotter than sin, and—unfortunately—my brother’s best friend. AKA: Completely Off-Limits since 2006. But desperate times call for hot men and impulsive decisions. “Colton,” I blurt, breathless and borderline panicked.

He hurt me really badly yet I leaned on his chest to calm myself when he told me that my father was no more. “He’s an ass but the guy is steaming hot,” he adds. “Are you sure you are straight?” Rebecca asks, looking suspiciously at him. “I am really hot too, Babe. Game recognises game. Maybe he is the king of game but I’m right there behind him,” Colton beams. I can’t help but giggle. Colton is one of the most confident people I know. “Modesty, Colton. It’s a virtue.” “The one he clearly does not possess,” Rebecca adds.