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Deewee’s mom, a nurse, had been living there for two years now, and Deewee had been itching to visit the great freezing north. “You’ve barely been dieting a month and you’re already caving, man?” Jeff chimed in as he flopped down next to Deewee, set the soda on the ground, and peeled off his uniform polo. From across the field, the girls on the opposite bleachers elbowed and whispered as they shamelessly ogled.

We'll remain horny little rabbits that's desprate to rut but have no outlet. And let's face it, it's probably for the best. Grayson doesn't have a gentle bone in his body when it comes down to sex. Every inch of him intends on leaving an print on your psyche. He rocks back on the heel of his feet, tucking a wet hair behind my ear. "What you saw are humans who have been experimented on " "Come again, did you just say experimented on? "

I peered into the room, finding Debbie writhing on her bed. She was wearing a thin white nightgown, and even from where I stood, I could see a fine sheen of sweat coating her pale skin despite the cold air. Her black hair, long and pin-straight, was tangled and hanging in her face. She was gripping the sheets and twisting this way and that, whimpering and crying. “Help,” she whispered again. “Help me… They’re coming…” Seeing her like this made my heart ache for her. Debbie had always been innocent—she never deserved what happened to her.

The moment Violet stepped into her home, her phone chimed. Violet unlocked the screen. It was a photo. In the image, Grayson stood shirtless, his back facing the camera. Ruby, in a strapless mermaid wedding gown, had the long hem of her dress hitched up to her waist. Her pale legs wrapped tightly around his strong torso. The pose left nothing to the imagination. Another notification followed. A video. On the screen, Ruby clung to Grayson's neck, her voice breathless, tinged with laughter.

I didn’t dare turn around, but I could feel Grayson’s gaze raking over me. “Amelia, isn’t it?” Grayson stepped closer, his polished shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. “Such a shame to see a bright student like you wasting her time on… this.” His finger trailed down my spine, slow and deliberate, before flicking my dress up, exposing my bare ass. I squeaked, trying to twist away, but Hale’s hold was iron. “What do you want, Grayson?” His voice was a low, dangerous snarl. Grayson chuckled, pulling out his phone. The screen lit up, displaying a photo of me, bent over Hale’s desk just last week, my skirt hiked up, his hand buried between my thighs. My stomach dropped.

It seemed that Grayson wasn’t the only nerd in the penthouse. But Amber’s personal favorite was the poster of the woman holding the drag racing flags. She was wearing a skimpy thong bikini and had a nice ass. The poster was hidden and could only be viewed when the closet door was pulled opened. It still made her laugh that the twenty-four-year old felt the need to hide it like he was actually a twelve-year-old.

Shyness overtook her limbs as Bree remembered the acts she allowed Grayson to perform on her body in the forest. After recalling the different ways he pleasured every part of her anatomy, it gave her the courage to push his door slightly ajar. She had every right to be in his bedroom, but she did not know she would witness the most horrible image Bree had ever seen in her entire life. Marina, naked as the day she was born, body stretched, feet on tiptoes, and her hands reaching up toward Grayson’s neck. The position was so intimate nobody could deny they were getting busy. Grayson was naked. His left hand held Marina’s hands on his neck, while his right caressed her breast.

“And yes, she’s a model. And no, she’s not a dumb blonde.” Debbie was wearing just a bikini, and the bottoms were, in keeping with her top, tiny. If you imagine your favorite model—not the skinny fashion models, but the real ones, or sometimes the p**n stars—then this was Debbie. The sort of woman where it was impossible not to fantasize, even briefly, about having her on her back on a table, with her legs over your shoulders. Looking at Debbie, then around at the others, I felt a familiar stirring in my pants.

I said and started to turn. “Don’t be ridiculous,” Grayson said, catching me. “Lower your hands. If you won’t undress yourself, I will do it for you.” I kept my eyes shut tight as could be, but I lowered my hands obediently. His calloused hands moved across my body, peeling my clothes away from me. Even time he touched my skin – a knuckle here, a fingertip there – my blush deepened. Soon, I was down to my bra and panties.

Amberleigh Dubois was tempted to pinch herself just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming when she awoke to a naked man on her left and one on her right. And not just any naked men, but the two she loved most in this world. In front of Amber was her fiancé Leo Clemonte, his naked ass peeking out the covers, looking so delicious she was tempted to take a bite of it. And behind her was the father of her unborn daughter, Grayson Godwin, the covers dipped down low enough to reveal that tempting V and tuft of hair leading down to a happy place indeed. This was certainly the life a girl could get used to.