“Since the moment I laid eyes on you. I knew instantly that you’re what I’ve been looking for my whole life. I also knew that I would stop at nothing to make you mine. To be specific, it’s been a year and six months, eighteen days and probably six hours since I’ve been obsessed with you.”Her brows knit. “Well, that’s…very specific.”“What you’re about to see inside my apartment might freak you out,” I warn her. “But it’s just Heathcliff-like behavior. And I can’t help it. I just know that you’re going to understand.”Or at least I hope that she will.☆☆☆☆☆Gemma:::Oh wow…I wasn’t expecting to hear Wyatt admit that he’s obsessed with me.This is crazy.And the fact that he’s been stalking me online still hasn’t settled in.Has he really been obsessing over me the whole time that I’ve been obsessing over him?I can’t believe that I’m in his apartment. I’m so used to watching and listening in from the outside. But now, I’m inside.I’m actually inside of Wyatt Everdeen’s abode.His apartme
Shivers course through my body as we start to makeout heavy. “Four more times?” I ask as I rake my fingers through Wyatt’s brown hair.“Yes.” He laughs softly. “Honestly, you make me feel like fucking you on every surface in my apartment. Tell me you want that.”“I want that,” I admit, my heart fluttering.I need more of Wyatt. Lots more!☆☆☆☆☆☆Wyatt:::Gemma watches me intensely as I whisk two eggs with a pinch of salt. Right now, she’s sitting on my kitchen counter in a cute dress. She showered and changed her clothes before coming over. “If you get to watch me, then it’s only fair that I watch you, too,” I tell her.She blinks, confused. “Watch me do what?”“Spread your thighs and show me your panties,” I demand.Her cheeks redden and her eyes twinkle with mischief. “I’m not wearing any.”“What?” I gasp and nearly drop my whisk.Her lips quirk up on one side. “Just kidding.”With a tortured groan, I add a fourth a cup of sugar into my mixing bowl. “Spread them now, Gemma,” I insist
I don’t explain why. I just rush past him and out his apartment door.Why would Wyatt lie to me?I inwardly ask myself.Did he lie just to get into my pants??He said that he wasn’t seeing anyone, but clearly he has something going on with his student.I knew it.Natalie is in all of his videos.He’s probably a player.I can’t believe that I gave my virginity to him. The sex was good, but now the memory is ruined for me.Ughhh!I decide right then and there that I won’t be hooking up with Wyatt again. I don’t want to get hurt.If I put up walls, men can’t play games with my heart!And I especially don’t like being lied to.Lying is one of the quickest ways to ruin a good thing.To hell with this!☆☆☆☆☆☆Wyatt:::She’s leaving!Why?!?Suddenly I glance down at my iPhone and frown at the screen.Dammit, Natalie! Why the hell did she text me this?I text her back.Wyatt:Don’t ever send me something like this. You are my student, nothing else.Then I block her number.Next, I fly out of my s
“You came back!” He stands to his feet and puts his guitar down. Emotions clog my throat. “I want us to start over.” “Me too,” he states quickly. “I’m sorry, Gemma. I just—” I cut him off with a slow kiss. “I’m sorry, too.” Wyatt cups my cheeks and deepens the kiss. “Let’s pick up where we left off. Okay?” “Okay,” I say, nodding. We kiss frantically as he lowers his sweatpants. Next, I grab his t-shirt and pull it off of him. Then he lifts my dress off of me and picks me up. “Are you sore?” he questions, his voice laced with concern. I shrug one shoulder. “Just a little.” “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he replies, his blue eyes warming. “If you want we can just cuddle.” “No.” I swallow hard. “I mean after,” I remark quietly. “Let’s cuddle afterward.” A smirk pulls at his lips. “After what?” My cheeks flame. “After we…uh…fuck,” I force the words out. Wyatt cups my face and crushes his lips to mine. “I have news for you: We’re not fucking this time…we’re
“And just so we’re clear: I rented this cabin in the middle of nowhere to hear every scream and every moan. We’re not in the apartment building with paper-thin walls. Out here, no one can hear but me. And I need to hear everything. I need to hear what I do to you.”I nod and smile. “I know, but it’s a force of habit.”“It’s going to be a force of cock in a minute,” he says, his eyes darkening and his jaw ticking.The bubbles tickle my chin as I lean forward and wrap my arms around Wyatt’s neck. “Do you want to know a secret?”His features soften a little. “Yes.”“I like when you force me,” I admit, my voice low.He gives me a wicked grin. “That’s not a secret, Gemma,” he replies as he wraps my legs around his waist. Then in one swift motion, he lifts me out of the jacuzzi. Next, he carries me toward our towel warmer.“No more bubbles?” I ask with a pout.“Maybe later,” he says before reaching for a pillowy towel. Then he dries us both off.My eyes glance over at the roaring fireplace
I chastise myself as I stand to greet them, forcing myself to tear my eyes away from my stepsister. When I extend my hand to my stepmother, she ignores it and pulls me into a bone-crushing hug. Awkwardly, I return it. After she releases me, my dad steps up, blessedly welcoming me with a handshake.“Good to see you again, son,” he says before letting me go.“Good to see you, too,” I reply, the sentiment not really reaching my voice.I turn to Alexis, unsure of if I should hug her or shake her hand or just say hello. She takes the guesswork out of it for me, opening her arms and stepping in close. Embracing her is electric, and despite the fact that I’ve been with numerous women over the years, I feel like she’s the person I’m supposed to marry. There’s no explanation, but it’s a gut feeling I’m unable to ignore.When we part, she looks up at me with her bright blue eyes, and I can tell she feels it too. Her perfect, pink lips are parted in awe. A beat passes before I come to my senses,
“You’re right, Jacob,” Alexis says as she puts the cup down. “This is the best chicken parm I’ve had in my life.”“I’ve been here awhile,” I reply with a shrug that knocks our elbows together. “I know all the best places in the city.”That’s not completely true, considering I don’t get out much. A more accurate statement would be that I know all the best places within the delivery range of my apartment. I don’t think that sounds quite as impressive, though.“I can’t wait for you to show me,” she says, smiling at me conspiratorially before picking up her utensil again.“Likewise,” I reply, thinking that I wouldn’t mind going places with her.“You’d welcome company?” my dad asks, raising an eyebrow at her. “I thought you liked experiencing things on your own.”“Oh, honey, you can’t do that here,” her mom interjects. “It’s not like back home. Things are dangerous here.”Something protective flares up inside me. The thought of something happening to her makes my stomach turn. Her mom is r
“If you’re not sending them to anyone, why are you taking them?” he asks when his gaze finally returns to my face.“I don’t know,” I admit, hesitantly letting my hands drop. “I’ve never done it before, and I guess I wanted to try it out.”He nods, swallowing hard as he fights to maintain eye contact. “I take it you’ve never had sex before either,” he says, his low voice even huskier than normal.“No,” I breath, my gaze drifting down to his chest, then to the bulge forming in the front of his jeans. “No, I haven’t.”A charged, heavy silence descends upon the two of us. I wish I could read his thoughts, but I can tell there’s a lot bouncing around in his head right now. My mind is blank, filled only with a desire I don’t know how to put into words. It might be for the best that I can’t.“I bet you’ve never seen a cock in person before, then,” Jacob says, his words only increasing the heaviness of the tension. When I tear my eyes away from where he’s steadily getting harder in his pants,