Lacey Blair Nudes Novels & Stories

Last night, after we got back from Nightingale Street, we gathered with the crew at the club, brainstorming ideas on how to find Lizzy. “I don’t have time for your damn fantasies, Layla. Now let’s go. Get off your damn ass. I need to leave and lock up the room.” I slide into my boots and grab the rest of my shit before heading towards the door. But when she doesn’t follow immediately, I spin back around and see her on her knees, taking off her top. She reveals a sexy black lace bra that definitely gets my cock stirring.

She had learned well from Asher. “I’ll make sure everyone knows what you really are! You and your father are the same! Both of you are disgraceful, and—” “And this isn’t disgraceful?” Liz raised her phone again, showing an image on the screen. Lana gasped and covered her mouth. Liz was showing a photo of herself—completely nude. It wasn’t fake; Lana recognized the pose and the background. It was definitely her, but that picture was never supposed to be seen. It was stored safely on her phone.

Slowly, Layla undid the buttons of her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders before undoing her bra with ease and letting it drop to the floor. Atreus watched her, looking as if it was taking all his power not to ravage her right there. She watched his eyes as she kicked off her shoes and undid the buttons on her jeans before sliding them down her thighs and stepping out of them. Her silk panties shortly followed. And there she stood, naked and vulnerable to his gaze, with her skin glowing softly in the firelight. "Have I ever told you how stunning you are, Layla?" he asked in a husky voice.

Layla “Look at me, don't close your eyes,” he commanded, his voice a low plea. My mate was staging in front of me, naked in full glory, a vision of raw, potent masculinity. All his wounds and scars from all the battles he had won and lost were on display, and they were the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

Rhye grunted, feeling as if he’d just been hit in the stomach with a sledgehammer. Against his will his eyes lowered, feasting on the slender limbs that were toned with muscle and covered with flawless ivory skin. She wore a flimsy bit of lace that covered her breasts, but it was no barrier to his greedy gaze. Not when the rosy nipples hardened beneath his hot gaze. A roaring need to tumble her onto the nearby bed instead had Rhye backing away until he banged into the wall. "Lily, what the hell are you doing?" With a wicked smile, Lily casually reached up to snap the tiny clip of her bra, dropping it on top of her shirt.

nothing prepares me for what I’m hearing. Blair stands right in front of Damien, dressed in absolutely nothing… not even a pair of panties….hell, not a shawl. Her skinny body is flawless, with not even slight body hair in place, telling me she spends enough time at the wax place. “What?” She blinks at him, her eyes wide with shock. Damien isn’t looking at her…hell, he’s standing off to the side, his head up to the ceiling. None of them has noticed me yet, either.

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.

I stand in the doorway, slowly taking deep breaths and willing my heart to slow down. Lauren is indeed uncovered, lying on her back on the bed. Her head is on her pillow, her eyes are closed and her blonde hair is cascading down around her shoulders. Her perfect tits are lying on her chest, their weight pulling them slightly to the sides, creating an enticingly, curvy valley between them. Her right arm extends down across her flat stomach and her hand disappears inside her blue bikini panties. This is what caused me to lose my breath. Her shapely legs are spread apart and her fingers appear to be inside her pussy.

Sipping on refreshing juice, we sprawled out on deck chairs, flipping through magazines, and soaking up the rays. As we leafed through the pages, occasionally sharing tidbits from the magazines, Layla suddenly flashed a picture of a model in her magazine, “Oh my god, he is so handsome, right?” Gayle countered by presenting a picture of another model in her magazine, "Now, this one here is even more handsome!" “Oh please, Gayle, he looked like a raccoon!” "Come on, Layla, you have to admit this guy here is the definition of dreamy!"

Layla asked as she stood up and poured some water into an empty glass. “Thank you. I feel better.” Aiden said as he took the glass from her. He sat up and the blankets fell off his chest. Layla’s eyes caught sight of his bare chest and she couldn’t help but let her eyes linger for a moment. His caramel skin looked great and there was of course an added bonus of his muscular chest and abs. Usually such a muscular body wouldn’t have captured Layla’s attention, but on Aiden it just looked right. Aiden released that Layla’s eyes were on him and it was at that moment he realized that he was still fully naked under the blankets.