Novels by Tia Skyla

My plump bust was round and full, sharpening the C curves even without the aid of a bra, and I drew in a breath at the realization that they've gotten bigger. Living with someone who barely appreciated my worth, talk more of my body, did a number on me that at some point I had started feeling disgusted with myself. But now that it was going to save me from the Venmo twins, it didn't look as bad as I thought. Reaching for my brown nipples, I slowly circled my thumb on the base, subtly running my fingers down to my C curves every now and then till I was relaxed enough to bring them down to my fleshy tummy. Yeah—I wasn't in the flat tummy girls league, but my skin was firm, not a fiber of fallen skin. Then the image of Cain earlier retraced into my mind, and I suddenly felt a clench in the middle of my thighs, which I was obviously ignoring. It wasn't anything. Maybe exposing my skin shortly after catching a cold was getting to me, right? Who was I even asking? Yet I held my nip

Ashley's POV “Boss!” Someone shouted from behind, and I veered my face towards the direction in a startle. The chaotic scene of me and the workers trying to block out the rain from destroying the remaining barn spaces of our ranch faded out of my consciousness as I watched him whirl around and stride towards their massive landscape of stables. What just happened? Was he going to approach me but changed his mind? What in the world does the two of us have to talk about anyway, especially not after the condition they gave me in exchange for saving my dad's ranch? Tucking the wet strands of my hair behind my ear, I wrinkled my brows as my stare glued to the place he'd disappeared into. “Ash, my darling.” Gracie called, gently shaking my shoulder, and I almost jumped out of my skin as I turned to her. Knitting her brows in worry, she helped me brush off more wet strands from my forehead. “What is it, honey? You've been standing so still in the rain.” She said, stretching her arm u

“I don't care who you fuck, and neither should you, right?” He obviously didn't ask, yet I stopped working for a moment, my ears tipping up to listen to what he was driving at. “But when it comes to Ashley, you better not be thinking of putting her on your exclusive list because she's fucking ours.” He asserted, a rough edge to his tone as he walked off, slamming the door behind him. Leaning into my chair, my stare glued to the door for a while as I mused on it. Marvin and I almost never had any disagreement or conflict when it came to ranch business, women, or even keeping secrets from each other because we always shared them. As much as I love them thick, I've always gotten the high from sharing the stick-leg blondes Marvin frolicked around with when I was in the mood. To be clear, I always compromised my taste for him because passing them to me was one of his kinks. Not for once did Marvin compromise his types for mine. One thing was for sure. He wasn't ticked off by

Cain's POV Having quickies in random places in our house wasn't a new sight to either me or Marvin, as we did it as often as we pleased. To top it all, I was well aware of his presence when I gave her final sharp thrusts, pulling out immediately before I came inside her. With a satisfied groan, I stepped away from her, tucking myself in while she instinctively dragged her uniform down, her head bowed and kneading her knuckles as she avoided Marvin's glare. I knew she'd also been aware of Marvin's presence, but she knew better than to cut my orgasm short before I was done. And to be honest I didn't give a shit if she faced the aftermath of embarrassment later on. That was her damn business. After all, getting her pay at the end of the day was all that mattered. “You?” Marvin asked with an underlying tone of disbelief in his voice as he shoved both hands into his pocket, his eyes flickering between us. I only went behind my desk, ignoring his obvious questioning look

Marvin's POV Stroking it in a slow up-and-down motion, my breaths grew bated with every minute as I shut my eyes. Coating myself in the sensation, my hand movement automatically increased with the urgency to reach that peak. Then my memory lane went down that night at Ashley's treehouse in the backyard of her father's ranch. Hazy flashes of my small lips sucking on flattened pink nipples, her giggles, and little fingers running through my hair. “Fuck.” I groaned, roughly stroking my shaft as precum coated my tip, and I got close, to the extent that my hands trembled around my dick. Beads of sweat were already gathering on my forehead as I worked myself, recollecting how tender her baby nipples had felt in my mouth. With my breathing ragged, I leaned my full weight against the walls, the iris in my eyes going up as it hit me exactly where I needed. “Ashley.” I repeated her name under my breath as my seeds jetted out. Pumping my shaft faster as my spurts eased the frict

Marvin's POV From the corner of my eyes, I caught how the muscles in Cain's Adam's apple bobbed hungrily at Ashley's words. Fucking sicko, I jested inwardly, knowing my twin well, I bet he was getting off her helplessness already. And so was I. The stiffness of my fitting jeans assured me that I was even more of a sicko, with my bulge swelling to a disturbing extent that a silent groan gurgled through my throat. Fuck, maybe I shouldn't feel the rush of adrenaline at the heaving of her chest, which I imagined two plump peaches were underneath her fabric. Right on the spot, I could outline the c cup shape of her boobs, which I was sure had pink and rosy nipples but I had to ball up my fists to keep my cool. Before agreeing to Cain's plan, I gave myself two strict rules. One, don't lose control, and I mean sexual control, in front of the enemy, lest she know she had something on me. Like my constant horniness for her. Two, make sure she always feels my hatred by remi