LOGINGraham Her: You have no idea how twisted and messed up my little mind is.Well, fuck me.My cock twitches as I glance again at the unfamiliar number, still having no clue who it is. The only thing I know for sure is that she’s female. I have no shortage of women in my life, but I can’t think of any who would send me a text like this.No matter how much I wish I did.God, how I wish I were twenty years younger right now, and it wasn’t, in fact, a wrong number. Back then, I’d have given this woman exactly what she was begging for and then some, but these days, with an adult son, I’m supposed to be grown up and tamed down.Too bad my dick doesn’t seem to agree. All the blood in my body seems to have diverted to him instead of my brain, and I’m already considering how to respond.Pressing the heel of my palm against the front of my jeans, I shift in my seat like the trouble is my position rather than the throbbing erection straining the material. Rereading that last text, I’m haunted by
Gina“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was his dad,” Sara sputters through her hysterics. “We were worried you might get drunk and call Joel—”“So, you thought letting me sext his dad was a better option?” I growl through my tears.What makes this whole thing even worse is that fact that his dad is hot. Like, I may or may not have imagined him as the star of said fantasy on more than one occasion kind of hot.“I’m sorry, Gina. I wasn’t thinking…”But I’m not listening. All I can think about is how screwed I am, and in the worst possible way. What the hell is he going to think of me after reading that text? How do I explain myself to him?What if he tells Joel?Oh God.What the fuck am I going to do?My phone beeps. Hands shaking, I click on the text.Graham: How can I refuse an offer like that?Holy fuck.Sucking in a breath, I read the text again. I can’t believe he replied, let alone with a response like that. I glance up, feeling Eli’s gaze on me. Before I can process the devilish
The next story Gina and her ex boyfriend's dadGina“Gina!” I blink as my friend, Sara, snaps her fingers in front of my face. “Quit pining over your dickhead ex-boyfriend and take your damn turn.” She pushes a glass into my grasp then she pours herself another shot.The clear liquid sloshes over her fingers because she’s too drunk to hold either the glass or the bottle straight.“I was with Joel for three years,” I grumble. “I was just thinking—”“Well, stop thinking and start drinking.” Eli rolls her eyes as she tosses me a bottle of vodka.It’s Saturday night and we’re sitting on the floor of Sara’s bedroom, drinking, and playing truth or dare. I feel like I’m sixteen again. The only thing that’s missing is Sara’s creepy younger brother spying on us from outside.“So?” Sara prompts, giving me a sly smile.“Truth,” I finally say, taking a swig from the bottle.“Oh, I’ve got a good one.” Eli leans forward on her elbows and fixes me with the heavy look only the really drunk can must
Sean“Oh my God, Sean, it’s too deep. I feel like I’m going to…” Faye squirmed backwards, trying to escape. Fuck that. I pulled her closer, impaling her on my dick even more.“You feel like you’re gonna what, baby?”“I feel like I have to pee,” she admitted, but her head was thrown back in pure ecstasy.“You don’t have to pee, baby. Just relax. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”Faye looked at me, unsure, but I didn’t give her a choice. I held her leg up and rolled my hips, hitting her G-spot over and over.Faye’s head swung back and forth, and I could feel her pussy clamping down on me. Damn, I was so close to coming.I pulled out and pushed her legs wide open, watching her cunt contract from the loss of my cock.“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I groaned, pushing back into her.I went back to hitting her G-spot, angling my hips to get as deep as possible. With my left hand, I reached down and started thumbing her clit, and that was all it took for her to explode. And I mean explode.She fuckin
Sean A month laterI was officially a married man. Me. Slaughterhouse Savage. Who would’ve thought that the sassy little vixen I met at Derek’s house over four years ago would become my wife? If I wasn’t staring at Faye wearing a long, pale, pink silk—or was it satin? Hell, who the fuck cared?—wedding dress that exposed almost her entire back and displayed those perfect tits as she mingled with all of our friends, I wouldn’t have believed it myself.She looked fucking beautiful. And she was mine. Forever.Faye turned so that I could see her profile, and I zeroed in on her stomach, willing it to be slightly more rounded. After we set the date last month, I threw out her birth control without saying a word. I don’t know what came over me.I never wanted kids. But, this woman made me want all kinds of things I’d never even considered before. Like, this wedding in the fucking Hamptons, for instance. Faye had to have hydrangeas everywhere—on the tables as centerpieces, on the arch we got
FayeTwo Months LaterLord help us, we were all back at Hot N’ Bothered. It was Derek’s thirty-sixth birthday, and Aria deemed that worthy enough for a night away from the rugrats. Sean, Carter, Quinn, and even some of Derek’s new recruits showed up.I recognized Sin, Carrick, and Stiles, the Irish recruits who Derek housed in Brooklyn in a building opposite to the one Carter had lived in. The boys were drinking like maniacs, so Quinn, Aria, and I bailed on them and made our way to the dance floor.“You do realize we have about two point five seconds until one of your cavemen steals you away from this dance floor, right? Better live it up while we can!” This came from Quinn, who raised her drink in the air and started dancing next to me.God, she was a knockout. She had curves for days, but a tiny waist. She wore a tight black mini dress with long sleeves that complimented her gorgeous red hair and ivory skin. Pretty bitch.“If Carter doesn’t steal you first.” Aria giggled. Oh, crap.
AriaI freeze in total shock, waiting for him to say or do something, but he just gives an almost imperceptible nod, as if to tell me to continue.I stall for a few more seconds, making sure I’m not confusing his hungry look with a disapproving one.Another tiny nod my way and he is so tall…so hot
AriaIt’s been a week since the club incident, and in that time, I’ve made myself scarce and avoided Derek like the plague.He must not have mentioned it to my mom, because she hasn’t said a word about it. I doubt they talk very often, and I sometimes wonder why he even bothers living under the sam
AriaI close the door behind me and scan his office, all brown leather and deep oak furniture. It looks like it was decorated by a caveman. Then again, Derek is a bit of a beast. One in a special-made suit, at least. His Irish accent is soft but his voice is threatening when he leans against his de
AriaIt’s Saturday and we’re in Williamsburg. He usually takes care of his high profile, Manhattan joints on Saturday nights. Sometimes he doesn’t even come back home the next day. But he’s here now, leaning against the bannisters in his sharp, tailored suit, his eyes burning holes into my forehead







