Rayne Woods Nude Novels & Stories

Instead, I walk straight inside his cabin with my best smile. I see hotty's back, his legs on the window's frame in a relaxing posture. Suddenly I feel calm seeing him relaxing in his seat. I wonder what he looks like in sweatpants and a normal tee. I notice the moaning and panting sound engulfed in the room which is coming from hotty's phone. I look closely and see two naked bodies humping on his phone's screen. No, fucking. He is watching them having sex. He is watching P**N! IN HIS PHONE. IN HIS OFFICE! OPENLY!

A few seconds later, the door opened. Snow hissed, “Damn it. Shameless!” On the screen, Ray appeared—wrapped in nothing but a bath towel. His upper body was bare, skin still slick with water, droplets clinging to his defined abs and sharp collarbones. Pectoral muscles tense, short wet hair plastered to his forehead, he looked like something straight off a glossy magazine cover. This wasn’t just casual. This was deliberate. Practically an invitation. Snow gritted her teeth. This man has no shame.

I still felt like absolute shit. I blinked again, trying to clear my vision, and that’s when I saw him. Rayne. Sitting at my bedside. He didn’t notice I was awake, his eyes fixed on the screen of his laptop, his fingers moving quickly across the keyboard. He’d showered. That much was obvious. His blonde hair was damp, curling a little at the ends, and he wore a simple black T-shirt and pants that somehow made him look even more handsome than when he was dressed to kill. I hated how effortlessly attractive he was.

It must be the vodka. Has to be the damn thing really kicking in now. Because my eyes won't stop roaming eover very mouthwatering piece of this man's body. And that's when it hits me. This man is almost nude— save the tattoo perfectly sitting on his chest, flexing his abs and pectorals. Other than that, it's just a tiny towel wrapped around his waist, looking like it might snap loose at the slightest movement. Holy hell, I'm so freaking done for! Is this Lyra girl not just a stripper but a whore?

Rayne looked up at me with blood smeared all over her face but it didn’t matter because all I could see was her beautiful blue eyes, “You’re naked.” I chucked, “And so are you.”

The screen lit up with hundreds of notifications, tags, comments, direct messages, group chats blowing up. None from Ryan though. My thumb trembled as I opened the first one. The photo filled the screen. There I was, outside the club, leaning heavily into Damon’s chest. His dark jacket draped over my shoulders, one of his hands steady on my waist, the other supporting my arm. My brunette hair was messy, eyes half-closed, lips parted in what looked far too intimate under the light. The caption screamed in bold letters: Vienne Reyes moved on FAST. From Ryan Knox to scholarship boy in one night?

I needed the quiet. The door opened without a knock. Ryan stepped in, his chest completely bare, skin still slick from his workout. Sweat rolled down the hard ridges of his stomach in slow, shiny lines, catching the light from my lamp and disappearing right into the waistband of his gray gym shorts. Those shorts sat low, showing the sharp cut of his hips and the trail of dark hair that led lower. His shoulders looked wider than I remembered, arms cut from all the lifting he did now.

Sarah and Rena Gasped. “Excuse me Luna but could you remove your bottoms as well. It seems It extends lower than your waist.” I took off my pants. Fully nude in front of them felt somewhat uncomfortable knowing my scars were in full view. She took a picture for me and told me that I could dress. She handed me my phone and I was shocked.

Then I hear someone whisper from behind, “She’s sitting next to him.” Another person gasps softly and my heartbeat picks up. What’s going on? I glance sideways again...and that’s when I notice it. The tattoos peeking from under his long sleeves and wrapping around his wrist like dark vines colorfully and dangerously. My breath catches. Wait. No. It can’t be but the more I look, the more certain I am. The hair.. the eyes and the tattoos. It’s him! It's Ryan fucking Blackwood!

Rayne started to struggle when the woman showed her face. “Stop struggling, Stacy!” Nix yelled as she tried to help the stupid woman. “Who the fuck are you?” Rayne asked the nude woman standing over her.