All Chapters of Ruined By The Coby Twins: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

NANCY'S POV The receptionist led us down a narrow hallway that smelled like old carpet and rain. Then she pushed the door open to reveal a room that was exactly as small as I’d feared. One bed. Not a king. Not even a queen. It was a small ass bed that had clearly lived a long life and was now resting in a motel in the middle of nowhere, looking tired about it. I just stared at it while my stepdad set our bags down. He looked at the bed and then glanced at the window where the hail was still going totally mental against the glass. And he didn't say anything because there was honestly nothing to say. We were here. This was the room. That was the bed. And we were trapped under a ruthless hailstorm at a random motel in the middle of nowhere! "Go shower," he said. "You're soaked." "I'm fine." "Nancy." He gave me that look. The listen to your parent one. "Go shower." So, I grabbed my bag because I had to keep being the good girl. The bathroom was small and clea

NANCY'S POVHis grip on my wrist tightened.And I could feel the calluses on his palm pressing into my skin. And the way he held me made it clear that there was no point in trying to pull away. I stared up at him through the dim light and his eyes were dark. Focused. And there was something in them I had never seen before. Something that made my stomach drop and my thighs press together at the same time."I've been watching you," he said. With the kind of voice that came from somewhere deep in his chest. "Ever since you started filling out those little tops you wear. Ever since you started looking at me like I was something to eat."I opened my mouth to say something, anything… but no words came out. His hand released my wrist and moved to my chin. Fingers pressing into my jaw. Tilting my face up so I had to look him in the eyes."You had the guts to touch your stepdad's dick while he slept. Huh… Nancy.” His voice wasn't kind. He glanced down at the wet spot spreading across the bla

NARA'S POV My hand slid down my stomach. Desperate to touch myself. To circle my clit and ease the ache that was screaming between my legs. But before my fingers could reach, Andy's hand shot out and gripped my wrist so tight I gasped. "Did I say you could touch yourself?" His voice was harsh and cruel in my ear. I tried to pull away, but he held me firm while his other hand was still wrapped around my breast. Then he released my wrist… and for a second I thought he was letting me go. But instead, his hand slid down my belly, past my hips. And his fingers found my soaked cunt. He didn't tease me. He didn't ask. He just plunged one finger inside me so fast and so deep I jerked upward, almost flying off his lap. And a broken cry tore from my throat as pleasure ripped through my nervous system, white-hot and overwhelming. My body convulsed. My back arched and my head fell back against his strong shoulder. "Look at yourself," he commanded. His voice was hard. I

GABBY'S POV.When Dianne, my best friend, told me about a five-day retreat for couples needing a "break," I didn't exactly think it would mean a literal break… as in taking a break from your partner.Because it'd been two days and I'd fucked three random men whom I'd never seen before my entire life.Our instructor coach said it was "cleansing our palette" as she put it."This retreat is for those seeking something different… something to cleanse your palette, for lack of a better word," she had said on the first day of our meeting.We were several couples from all corners of America bunched up in this private villa. Taking instructions from a lady that looked barely older than the age of twenty. While she taught us the art of spicing up our marriages.Ouch!Yeah, that was exactly how it felt when I first heard it. I didn't particularly like that term or idea of spicing up my marriage. But I had to admit I and my husband, Connor, had been slacking in our genital meet and greet session

GABBY'S POV The next morning, Connor sat on the edge of our bed, hands clasped. Staring at the floor. He hadn't slept and neither had I. The memory of him fucking Lisa was still fresh in my mind. Curling my mind like something sour. "I can't stop thinking about it," he finally said. His voice scraping out of his throat. "Watching you with him. The way you arched your back… the sounds you made." I just rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. Feeling thae jealousy bite at my chest. "You mean while you were busy with Lisa? His wife?" I knew I had I'd gotten him. Because he flinched slightly before looking up. His eyes were different… hungry. "I know, I know. And I should be jealous. But I'm not. I'm fucking obsessed, Gabby." He stood and moved closer. "I want to watch you again. Up close. Not from across the room… I want to see every detail, properly." The words hung heavily between us. And I felt something shift inside me. A dark thrill… a sense of power I hadn't known I po