Sommer Ray Hot Novels & Stories

Skylar He was good. Just like always. Jaxon had always been good at whatever he did, and even with a helmet on, I could still pick him out among the other players. “It’s a good thing his team won. Otherwise, he’d have heard from me,” Harper muttered, taking a bite of her cotton candy. I glanced at her and scrunched my nose. I still couldn’t fathom how she enjoyed that candy. It tasted like nothing to me, but then again, Harper took delight in weird things.

If that isn't romantic, then I don't know what is. I go around the lazy river a couple times. I see Spencer running after me through the lazy river's current. He looks ridiculous with his red bathing suit shorts bobbing up and down in the water. I can't believe I used to be attracted to this orange-haired bully. His freckles are still present on his cheeks. He looks as babyfaced as he did years ago. "Looking good there, Cora. It's nice to see you actually grew a chest for once. Your chest fruit looks ripe for the picking mind if I grab some?"

I tried to fight my love for her, but it was impossible. We arrived at Hutton Empire around three in the afternoon and I could see the look of curiosity in Rayne's eyes. It was her first time to go to any other empire beside the Witches Empire. "It's a little hot here," I said as I took off the blazer of my suit the moment we got out of the private jet. "You're basically in the Middle East, of course, it's hot," Rayne spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

I said, trying to start a conversation. "A lot," she laughed. * * * "Clarison is a beautiful name" I smiled. "I know," she laughed. "So, why don't we go to a hotel and you know" I licked my lips. "I get what you are saying. Let's go already" she said as she stood up, wiggling her hips as she walked. * * * Clarison Mitchell 'This man is even easier to fool than I thought' I smiled at him as we entered the room.

There were certainly enough horse farms to see. She cranked up the air conditioner a little and pushed her hair back from her face. Today, the temperature had soared past ninety and her clothing, which she'd thought so comfortable and cool when she dressed that morning, now stuck to her like wet tissue paper. Two of the farms she'd photographed today had large enclosed pools. She'd have given her pay for a year to be able to jump into one of them. Failing that, she'd take a cold shower and a cold drink at The Love Pub.

Now wasn’t the time. “It’s a mess now.” “We’ll figure it out. First I have to shake off Mom.” “Good luck,” I chuckled. “Oh and by the way, Derek called. He actually brought me booze.” I frowned. “I thought you liked Hunter.” “What? I am not interested in Derek! He clearly wants you, Summer.” “He’s helping me out nothing more,” I exhaled deeply. “You’ve got to admit he’s hot but there’s something off about him.” “Like what?”

She shows me a piece of yellow bikini that's extremely eye-catching. "I'm sure you're going to rock in it," I answer with a smile. "Miami chicks, better watch out for your men," she screams her usual lines, forcing a smile out of me, before breaking into a heavy sigh. "Even if I can't have Liam, this has been the best summer ever." Can we not talk about Liam?

Hot water begins to fall, creating steam, fogging the mirrors. I watch her. I can't help it. She stands under the water, head tilted back, eyes closed, her hair darkening, sticking to her nape, her shoulders. Water streams over her breasts, follows the curve of her waist, disappears between her thighs. I join her. The water is scalding, perfect. I position myself behind her, my hands on her hips, my body against her back. She lets herself be held, leans against me, her head resting in the hollow of my shoulder.

🍆Forbidden Summer Heat🍆 ISABELLA’S POV “Ryan, what the fuck are you doing in my room?” I stood there in nothing but a tiny pink bikini top and denim shorts, fresh from the Hamptons beach, staring at my stepbrother who was shirtless on my bed, scrolling through his phone like he owned the place. Ryan looked up slowly, his eyes dragging over my body. At twenty nine, he was all muscle with tanned skin, and a dangerous charm. The kind of guy who knew exactly how hot he was.