LOGINThe email came on a Thursday afternoon, and I almost didn't read it. I was sprawled across my bed, the curtains half-drawn, my phone buzzing somewhere beneath the sheets. I fished it out and saw my mother's name on the screen, along with a long message that I had to scroll through twice before it sank in. “We've hired a bodyguard for you while we're away. His name is Kai Nakamura. He comes highly recommended and we trust him completely. Please be respectful and cooperative. He will be arriving Friday morning. Don't give him a hard time, Sasha. We're doing this because we love you.” I read the message three times, each time feeling a little more annoyed. A bodyguard. Again. They had tried this before, twice actually, and both times it had ended with me making their lives so miserable that they quit within a month. I wasn't proud of it, but I also wasn't about to pretend I needed a babysitter at twenty-two years old. I typed back a short reply: “Fine.” Then I tossed my phone a
Emma walked her mom out to the car, the morning sun warm on their skin. Her mom carried a small bag, giving last-minute instructions. “Make sure you feed the chickens, okay? And don't let Bob work too hard on the ranch. Call me if anything goes wrong.” Emma hugged her tight, breathing in her mom's familiar perfume. “I will. Safe trip to Aunt Maya. Love you.” She meant it, even as excitement bubbled inside her. With her mom gone, she could finally have some real time with Bob's thick cock. Her mom smiled and turned to Bob. They hugged close, sharing a long kiss. “I'll miss you, honey.” she said softly. “Be good while I'm away.” Bob held her waist. “Hurry back. Love you more than anything.” His voice sounded warm and real. The car door shut. her mom waved one last time and drove off down the dusty road. Emma's heart jumped with joy. Finally. But first, Ed had to go too. Luckily, he had that big presentation in the city. He stood by his truck, looking grumpy. Before he climb
Emma's hand flew up fast, grabbing Ed's wrist before his fingers could reach her. Her heart raced like crazy. “Ed, no! Stop. This isn't right. You're my stepbrother.” He didn't pull away. Instead, a sly grin spread across his face. His eyes looked dark and hungry in the lamplight. “I saw you two in the barn today, Emma. You and Dad. He fucked you good against that cow. And I know he was fingering your wet pussy in the kitchen earlier. Licked his fingers clean like a treat.” Her stomach dropped. Heat flooded her cheeks. “You... you were watching? Ed, please. Don't tell Mom. It was a mistake.” She sat up a little, pulling the sheet over her naked body, but her voice shook. Inside, a mix of fear and that weird thrill twisted together. Part of her wanted to yell at him. Another part felt a spark low in her belly. Ed leaned closer, his breath warm on her face. “Let me have a go, or I walk out right now and tell her everything. Your choice.” Emma bit her lip hard. She thought about h
Emma crouched behind the hay bales, her heart hammering so loud she worried it might give her away. She peeked through a gap, watching Bob move fast. He tucked his shirt back in, zipped his jeans and ran a hand through his messy hair. His face still looked flushed, that satisfied smirk barely hidden. 'God, what did we just do?' she thought, her thighs still sticky and trembling from her orgasm.Right then, the barn door swung open wider. “Bob? There you are.” her mom said, stepping inside with a bright smile. She carried a basket of fresh eggs. “I was calling you. Didn't you hear me?”Bob turned smoothly, pulling her into a warm hug. “Sorry, love. Must've been the wind or something. Got caught up checking on the cows.” He leaned down and kissed her full on the lips, soft and easy, like nothing had happened. His hand rested low on her back. Emma's stomach twisted watching it. Jealousy? Guilt? She wasn't sure. But her pussy gave a little throb at the memory of him inside her minutes
Emma wiped the sweat from her brow with her fingers gripping the udder of the cow. The barn was a far cry from the coffee shops and crowded streets back in the city. She squeezed again, aiming the milk into the bucket with a soft splash. At first, her hands had felt clumsy like they belonged to someone else but now? She was catching on quick. The rhythm came easier... pull, squeeze and release. A small smile tugged at her lips.. not bad for a city girl stuck on a ranch.Her mind wandered as she worked to Bob Beesly.. her mom's new husband. God, he was handsome. Those broad shoulders.. the way his shirt stretched tight across his chest when he chopped wood outside. He looked way too young, almost like he could pass for her older brother instead of her stepdad. His son Jake was her age but Bob? He had this charm, that easy grin and eyes that seemed to see right through her. Emma shook her head hard, scolding herself. 'Stop it, you idiot. He's married to Mom. He's your stepdad.' Heat
Jax unzipped his wet jacket, letting it drop to the floor with a heavy thud, and stood there in a tight black t-shirt that clung to his muscles while he gently traced my jawline with his thumb."You are so beautiful," he murmured. "The moment I heard your voice on that phone, I knew I was in trouble.""Me too," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him close. "Stop talking, Jax."He leaned down and kissed me, a deep, hungry kiss that stole the air from my lungs while I let out a soft sigh against his warm mouth. His arms wrapped possessively around me, holding me tight against his hard frame."Chelsea," he groaned, guiding me backward until the back of my knees hit the mattress and we sank onto the soft sheets together. He hovered over me, supporting his weight on his forearms as he looked down at me with a fierce hunger. "Tell me you want this.""I want you, Jax, right now," I said, as the rain continued to lash violently against the bedroom window."Chelsea," Jax gro
The studio was a furnace of sweat and heat. I was pressed into the corner of the room, the heavy light stand feeling like the only thing keeping me upright. My knuckles were white from gripping the pole so hard.Right now, Mr. Row was behind Princess, his body a blur of muscle. She was bent over th
I went upstairs, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. I pulled on black leggings and a long, oversized shirt, though it did little to hide the way my breath hitched. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn't know what I was feeling. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Definitely not sa
I froze. My heart dropped into my stomach, then started pounding against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. The screen was still glowing, showing the end of the scene. I looked at the darkness near the stairs, then back at Vaughan."I... I just came down to get a glass of water," I lied—a very
My slides didn’t make a sound. I moved like a ghost, my toes pressing into the cold tiles as I crept toward the basement door.This was the third time this week I had found myself creeping into this forbidden site. Every time I did it, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The h







