Colby Brock Hot の小説・ストーリー

"I just said yes to her because you were dancing with that Mouth person." "Mouth isn't some slut who will try and sleep with me!" She argued that he would even compare her sweet Mouth to Rose. "How am I supposed to know if he is or isn't?" Jaxx questioned. "I mean his name is Mouth, I feel like someone nicknamed Mouth couldn't be sweet and innocent," he said not getting why she started to laugh a little. "Broody you are so cute," Eve got over her mood, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Mouth got the nickname Mouth because he talks all the time about sports," she shakes her head. "Any other reason, I do not know."

“And what are you doing here at VI Tech, Lilith Rumero?” Lorenzo asked with a smile that … did things to her breasts. He was so handsome, not a black hair out of place, his suit clinging to his shoulders, perfectly tailored. Lilith flushed as she unwillingly recalled what she knew to be under that suit: muscles for days. she had seen his spread in Rolling Stone. Fine. she had obsessed over his spread in Rolling Stone, clipping the photo of him on the phone poolside, shirt unbuttoned and parted by the wind and a chest that looked like it was chiseled from marble. It had a place of honor on the wall in her dorm.

“Uh-huh… And why does that have you blushing?” Becky asks, leaning against the counter top, giving me a teasing look. “Well, he got all possessive when Brody started eyeing me up and down like a piece of meat,” I giggle, unable to control my blush. I honestly don’t know when I’ve blushed so much. It’s a new thing, being around Colt and his effect on me. “Oh! Do tell!” She giggled with a mischievous smile. She loves a good bit of gossip, but there really isn’t much to tell… At least about Brody. He really wasn’t my type. Colt on the other hand...

"Okay, and did you guys bring him on? You should have let me know, this could have been a huge marketing point if he’s as big as you’re saying." "That's the thing. We didn't.” Colby lowered his voice slightly even though no one was near us. "He NEVER does physical appearances. Never. He competes exclusively from home, never shows his face publicly, never attends events. Companies have been trying to get him to show up somewhere, anywhere, for years. And he just... posted that he'll be here today." I stared at him. "What's his username let me see how impressive his rank is?" Colby told me and then I went very still.

"And I'm guessing this gorgeous woman with you is not the one you have a surprise for, right?" "It's actually my sister, Brenna." "Well! Thanks for coming along with your brother. You brighten up the place." "Thank you. I'm kind of helping him with his project today." Rod looked around. "Didn't they offer you coffee? Water? Soft drinks?" he chuckled. "Cookies? Candy?" "We're okay," Matt assured him. "Besides, I think I've had enough coffee today to sink a battleship."

"Corby" fuck!....

he asked as he held the bat. His friend sparked it up. “I will be, man.” Dead Freckles at his feet, he gripped the bat. Brody inhaled, holding it in. “This was the slow chick, right?” he said through gritted teeth. “Where the fuck have you been, man?” he said. “Short bus doesn’t do it for me,” he said, exhaling a cloud of blue. “Fucker.” Colton lifted the bat. Brody put the joint back to his lips. “So, you gonna do this or what?”

Preston Vandorholt—human red flag in a tux. I stalk through the crowd like a woman on a mission, which, to be fair, I am. Mission: Make-Psycho-Ex-Go-Away. That’s when I spot Colton. Tall, brooding, hotter than sin, and—unfortunately—my brother’s best friend. AKA: Completely Off-Limits since 2006. But desperate times call for hot men and impulsive decisions. “Colton,” I blurt, breathless and borderline panicked.

His friends burst into laughter, and I dart out of the locker room, hoping to finish my conversation with my hot stepbrother. __________

He hurt me really badly yet I leaned on his chest to calm myself when he told me that my father was no more. “He’s an ass but the guy is steaming hot,” he adds. “Are you sure you are straight?” Rebecca asks, looking suspiciously at him. “I am really hot too, Babe. Game recognises game. Maybe he is the king of game but I’m right there behind him,” Colton beams. I can’t help but giggle. Colton is one of the most confident people I know. “Modesty, Colton. It’s a virtue.” “The one he clearly does not possess,” Rebecca adds.