บททั้งหมดของ Raw & Ruined: Short Romantic Sins: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Logan's POVThe door clicked shut behind me and the restroom suddenly felt smaller than it should have. Mabel stood leaning against the marble counter, red dress hugging every curve, that knowing smile still on her lips. The soft lighting made her skin glow. My heart was pounding hard enough that I could feel it in my throat.She didn’t wait for me to speak. She stepped forward, grabbed the front of my shirt, and pulled me into the nearest stall. The door locked with a quiet click. The space was tight, just enough room for what we both clearly wanted.“You followed fast,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. “I like a man who knows what he wants.”Before I could answer she pressed her body against mine, soft tits pushing into my chest. Her mouth found mine in a hot, demanding kiss. Her tongue slid against mine, tasting of wine and something sweeter. My hands went straight to her waist, then lower, gripping the curve of her ass through the thin dress. She moaned softly into my mouth

The crowd's roar still echoed in Alice's ears as she slipped into the green room, sweat cooling on her skin. Another sold-out show crushed. The boy band's energy off stage matched the stage, five guys sprawled on leather couches, shirts half-unbuttoned, laughing loud. Jax, the lead singer with that killer smile, spotted her first. "Alice! Get over here, dancer girl. You owned that choreo tonight."She grinned, kicking off her heels, feeling the ache in her calves from those high kicks. Alice had been their backup dancer for a year now, touring from dive bars to arenas. Close enough to smell their cologne after shows, close enough to feel the heat when Jax's hand brushed her hip during rehearsals. Tonight felt different though. The way Rico, the guitarist, eyed her legs in those tiny shorts. Kai the drummer licking his lips. Theo the bassist winking. Even quiet Finn on keys watching her stretch."Pass the bottle," Jax said, holding up a fancy tequila they'd been saving. "Afterparty ritua

Alice lay in the middle of it all, her body still tingling from the couch, cum sticky on her skin and leaking slow from between her legs. The guys crowded close, breathing heavy, cocks twitching back to life already. Jax ran his fingers up her thigh, scooping some of Kai's mess and bringing it to her lips. She sucked it clean, tasting them mixed with her. "Bedroom now," he said, his voice low and rough. "We need more space to really take turns with you."She smiled lazy, letting Rico and Theo pull her to her feet. Her legs wobbled a bit, but their hands steadied her, warm and firm. They grabbed whatever clothes were left and herded her down the hall to the huge suite bedroom. The bed took up half the room, black silk sheets rumpled just right under soft lamp light. Finn rummaged in his bag quick, pulling out a thick rabbit vibe and some lube. Alice's pulse kicked up seeing that. Toys meant they planned to drag this out.Kai scooped her up easy and dropped her on the bed, spreading her l

"Alright, I'm freezing my balls off out here," Jasper said, standing up with a stretch that showed off his abs under the tank top. His board shorts hung low, that V-line dipping south making me look away quick. The beer buzz hit warm in my veins, everything looser, bolder. "Inside for round two? Got that vodka Mom stashed in the cabinet." Miles hopped up, grabbing the cooler. "Hell yeah. Zoe, you in?" I nodded, standing a bit wobbly, bikini top still damp clinging to my D-cups, shorts wet from the pool. James killed the fire pit, his hand brushing my lower back guiding me inside. "Don't pass out on us, lightweight."The kitchen lit up bright when James flicked the lights, a big open space with bar stools and a wooden island perfect for shots. We raided the cabinet, Jasper finding the vodka bottle half-full, Miles grabbing plastic cups and lime slices from the fridge. "Shots first, truth or dare after," Miles announced, pouring generous. The first one burned sweet down my throat, lime c

Becca slammed her beat-up Honda into the driveway kicking up gravel like she owned the block. School let out early some bullshit teacher meeting but she didn't care. Sun beat down hot on her bronze skin plaid skirt riding high on thick thighs white blouse half-unbuttoned showing lace bra peeking out. She spotted Dad's black F-150 parked crooked by the garage though. Weird. Both parents usually grinding at their office jobs till six. She killed the engine grabbed her backpack slung it over one shoulder and strutted up the cracked concrete path. Heels of her sneakers crunched loud. House looked dead, quiet curtains drawn, AC humming faint. Becca kicked off her shoes at the door socks sliding on the cool tile inside. "Dad?" she called voice echoing sassy edge already thinking about raiding the fridge for snacks. No answer. Just the tick of the wall clock and distant street noise. She padded through the living room past the leather couch to the kitchen. Empty beer bottles on the counter,