Rachel Brockman Hot Novels & Stories

Not the one she plasters on her to fool others, but the one that comes right from her heart. “Why are you staring at me?” asked Rachel. “You're beautiful,” I said, the first thing that came to mind while looking at her. “Yeah, and you're just a fool,” She replied, laughing out loud. “Stop buttering me up, and watch the screen.” I turned my head to the screen of the television, groaning out loud. “What so interesting about a bunch of people sucking their faces in a setup lone island,” Rachel turned her face, weirdly eyeing me. “First it is not sucking face kissing. Second, I'm bored. That's why I'm watching a bunch of rubbish on the television.”

RACHEL I wrapped the large brown towel around my body and stepped out of the bathroom. Just then, the door to the room opened, and Brooke stepped in. She made her way to her bed, plopping on it, before falling back. “Tired as fuck,” she whispered, rolling around. Then she sat up immediately, her eyes flickering to mine. “You didn't come to the den last night.” I shrugged, wanting to ignore her. We weren't friends. She had almost killed me on my first day here, and she had threatened me too. I saw no reason to be overly friendly with her and have such a discussion until she spoke again.

I needed to distract myself, to do something to take my mind off these thoughts of her or I might just hurt myself even more. That was when I remembered my boredom breaker, and of course, my mind soother… I went to the videos I'd saved of the OnlyFans creator I'd been following for a long time, and then, my eyes landed on my favorite video - a steamy clip of this woman with her usual golden brown curly hair, and her face hidden behind a burning red bunny mask. In the video, she was having this hard sex with a guy, and the sounds they made were loud and intense. My best came, and that was her being slammed from behind.

"We'll come out there to eat. I need to get out of the bedroom and move around." "Twenty minutes," Shelby replies before closing the door and leaving us alone. An unraveled stitch in the comforter catches my interest. Rack's on the opposite side of the bed from where I'm lying and he's still too close. Like my brother, Rack is larger than life. He's also sexy and even a woman who's just given birth can't deny it. "What has you so amused?" Rack asks, and I realize I must have smiled.

I told him about Vance being a Succubus, and Rachel’s story of what had happened between the two of them. “Well,” Nick sighed. I could picture him running his hand through hair, not even knowing where to start. “Oh-” I needed to add something I hadn’t even done a thing about yet. “One of Rachel’s friends at Pacific… She's a black magic witch. I saw her in a vision with that Callum guy I was telling you about.” “Well I feel like I’m two minutes away from Jake killing someone else with his bare hands…” he said, making me wince. Jake had done that with his hands?

“Only if you call Jacob and fuck him in the next room.” I roll my eyes. “I and Jacob won’t happen, Ira. Quit that!” “But why?? He is so hot… and single.” She says looking at photos on my phone we took today while sipping coke. “If I wasn’t into Liam, I would have totally licked his abs.” I grimace at her choice of words. “What?” She defends herself. “Look at his t-shirt.” She shows me the phone. “It should be a crime to be this hot and wear such fitting clothes.”

Rachel swore with feeling. "Now, I've had a look and I've got to say you girls are very photogenic. You, Sally, looked particularly good with my cock in your mouth and when you were licking my spunk of those gorgeous big tits. And your arse, Rachel, looked stunning while I fingered your lovely cunt." "What do you want?" Sally limply replied after a pause. "Well, girls. I reckon that there a lot of people who would like a good look at two professional girls sucking off an ugly old bloke like me. I mean I could sell the video for a lot more than I'm ever going to get working in your poxy job."

"For the record, Marvin knew you a lot. I have been telling more of you to him." "He's the cousin of our classmate Penny, right? If I am not mistaken?" "Yeabsolutely! That's him. And he's hitting on me." "Wow," Rebecca chuckled as she looked at her best friend as if she couldn't believe it herself. “What kind of reaction is that? Of course she’s doing it. Aren’t you not convinced of this confession coming from me?” “Well,” Rebecca grinned that Sheira poked her arm. She laughed at her best friend even more.

A few steps forward, and suddenly the whole room came into view—including Ramona sprawled across the bed in complete disarray. Rachel's jaw dropped. "What the—what are you two doing?! Why is Ramona naked?!" I yanked the phone away, fumbling for words. "Nothing! It's nothing! She's just... tired, that's all. Nothing happened between us!" My pathetic excuses did nothing to calm her down. She started screaming. Then, through her shouts, I heard something else—a man's voice in the background of her own video. Wait. Did Rachel already have someone stashed away? Had she called to make sure the coast was clear so they wouldn't get caught?

"Mrs. Jasper, there's a woman here asking for Mr. Ryan." Nikolai's face went pale. "Tell her I'm not available." "Too late." A woman's voice came from behind Maria. "I'm already here." She pushed past the housekeeper, and I got my first look at Rachel Brennan. Beautiful in a polished, corporate way. Expensive suit, perfect hair, and eyes that could cut glass. She looked at Nikolai with barely contained fury, then turned that gaze on me. "You must be Camille." Her smile was cold. "The woman my husband has been fucking."