New Adult Book Club の小説・ストーリー

"I... I mean, the boys at school look at me all the time, but they don't say anything. I think because I'm the president of the Bible and Abstinence Club, they think I'm a prude." "The Bible and Abstinence Club," Ryder repeated, a dark, mocking chuckle vibrating in his chest. "Wow. So no nookie for your boyfriend until marriage, then? You're saving that tight little hole for a wedding night?" Ruth-Ann looked down into her lap, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Are you ready for that confession now?" "I've been dying to hear it," Ryder whispered, standing right over her now. His scent made her mouth water. "I promised Dante that we'd do it at prom."

Yet here I was, in this room full of people who had chosen me, not because they had to, but because they wanted to. I smiled, a real one this time, and sat at the center of the circle. April clapped her hands together, bubbling in excitement. “Okay, enough of the emotional display. Let’s get to work. Book Club is officially back in session!” Laughter filled the room. We started tossing around ideas for the next reading list, but the discussion quickly turned into a chaotic mess of inside jokes and playful teasing. Maya insisted we include something “dark and brooding,” while Sammy argued for something “funny, because God knows we all need to laugh more.” April rolled her eyes and wrote both

eww. I figured tonight was my one chance to visit The Club before anyone knew I had come to town, so here I am. Last time I was here, I wasn't old enough to enter. I've been curious about this place for years. So now is my chance to check out the infamous B D S M sex club. I've been coming to this sunny part of Florida for years now and people talk in town talk about this place like it's some kind of taboo. Maybe it is for some but I grew up knowing the people involved. Good people. So what if they like their sex a little kinky? It's not anyone's business what happens in the bedroom or sex rooms, as the case may be.

“It’s pretty wild. You’re in for an interesting night.” Luna grabs another copy of the book from a nearby stack and hands it to me. “Here you go. This one’s a fresh copy, we have plenty. You’ll see why in a minute.” I take the book, glancing between them. “You’ve actually got extras? What kind of book club is this?” Lilly grins mischievously. “One that takes its material seriously. We didn’t just pick this one by chance. We’ve been swapping theories about it for weeks now. Everyone’s dying to hear your take.”

I paused then added; "At eighteen." Mark gave me a dirty look. "It wasn't my fault I was just you know..." "Shy, I know all about it. Now go ahead and tell me the story." I smiled at him. "Tell it like you were telling one of your dirty stories for your little friends." Mark belonged to a "Club" as he called it where all the members' men and women alike were gorgeous, professional, well off, and sexually dominant. They met once a month, had dinner then sat around swapping dirty stories about their latest conquests. The club was secret and according to Mark had been around for generations.

No “Lilith, are you okay?” No “Hey, let’s talk.” Nothing. I watched them go, my heart stinging. Emily had moved on. She had a new best friend. And honestly? I didn’t even blame her. It's just… lonely. Now it was just me. Nolan. And Killian. Could this table get any more awkward? Apparently, yes. Nolan cleared his throat. “Um… the book club? It’s this morning.” I looked up, my face lighting up. “Oh my God, are you serious? We can totally dress up and go after breakfast!”

“Welcome back to the Lunatic’s Club, my man.” “I’m no lunatic anymore, lunatics,” Phoenix replied with a grin, accepting the cupcake and taking a bite. “This tastes good. Thanks, buddy.” Atticus chuckled softly. Oh, right. There were two clubs in Bachelor’s Village—the Bachelor Men’s Club, for those who were married or about to get married, and the Lunatic’s Club, for singles without love lives. “Welcome back, Atticus,” Leo greeted, handing her a tulip. “Good to see you again.”

I’m trying to be patient, but it’s harder than I’d like to admit. Two months ago, I opened my bookstore, and it’s been incredible. Twice a week, we host book clubs, and I’ve made it a point to bring one of the guys with me to each session. It’s hilarious watching their faces as we dive into the discussions. The women seem to enjoy it too—something about discussing steamy romance scenes with a bit of eye candy in the room. The door finally creaks open, and I sit up straighter as they walk in.

March came, and Jen had been looking at the seed catalogues I always ordered, planning our flower beds for the season. By the way she ordered, I was going to have to expand my plot. A lot. Mom and Beth had bonded after the vacation, and they joined a book club, which led to a more expanded circle of friends, that led to occasional girls' nights out. Jen went to a couple and came home giggling at the antics of the group, but she never made it a regular thing.

Ariel I’ve always had a slut kink. I wanted to be manhandled, pulled, slapped, and fucked in every hole. But by who? That was the problem. I wanted someone strong enough to handle me and someone I was attracted to at the same time. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it felt like it was mocking me. It had been exactly ten minutes since I’d swallowed the "special" tea I’d bought from that underground shop, and only two minutes since my boyfriend, Mark, had shattered my pride over the phone.