[Dawn]I should have known that Sophie would plan something like this. I should have expected it when she decided to ship us up to New York. Of course she would’ve planned a little dinner like this. Of course she knew we would’ve had to reschedule the tickets. The more and more that this trip has gone ahead, the more I’ve sensed Sophie’s touch on everything. Hell, I’m surprised that she didn’t organize the Russians…I’m sitting in a seat waiting for Aldo. We’ve just finished our meal at the rooftop restaurant of our hotel. Sophie, as it turns out, had made a booking at a super fancy restaurant for us.More than that, she’d shipped a suit and dress for both of us to wear on a date. She was playing cupid and enjoying it.And I had to admit, I was enjoying it too.Aldo looked damn hot in his suit, and I felt pretty beautiful in my dress. The little note attached from Sophie told me she’d designed it especially for me to wear.Aldo comes back from the toilet and puts a hand out for me.
[Dawn]The kiss is tantalizingly delicate.Slow. Heartfelt. Our lips move in sync, tracing emotions too deep for words. Every kiss is deliberate, every brush of his lips against mine a promise. His hands explore the curve of my body, skimming the fabric of my dress in a way that makes me ache for more. I can feel the tension in his touch—the restraint, the barely contained hunger. I want him to tear the dress from my body, just as I want to rip his suit off with the same fervor. But we hold out, the anticipation coiling tighter. His lips trail from mine to my neck, tasting the line from my collarbone up to the sensitive skin behind my ear. When he nibbles at my earlobe, my knees nearly buckle. His hands find my zipper, teasing the line down my back with agonizing slowness. I slip his jacket from his shoulders, and we both take our time undressing each other, savoring the unveiling. When I’m finally bare before him, his eyes darken, filled with something primal and reverent.
[Dawn]Aldo grins and doesn’t stop tracing his circles. I stare at his muscular chest for a few seconds, weighing everything up, before answering. “You remember when we were kids and there was that summer when you came around and Andre wasn’t home one time and we hung out?”.Aldo’s grin widens. “Really? Then?” He’s gobsmacked.I nod. “I know how silly it is. But us just mucking around and having fun together felt so right. So comfortable.”“We had a fart competition,” Aldo says. He laughs. Heartily. It warms me.“Yeah, but we had a fart competition and it was fun.”Aldo just shakes his head and keeps grinning and tracing his circles. “Well, it’s good to know a good toot can bring people closer.”I laugh now, and he squeezes up against me.We lay there, and everything just feels perfect. We’ve spent so much of the night lost in each other's bodies that we’ve only got six hours until our flight at ten in the morning.I reflect back on the trip, and I think I need to thank Sophie for m
[Aldo]Dawn throws my hand down instantly. I go to ask what’s wrong, then see Andre.“Hey, hey,” he says. “It’s the drivers.”Dawn and I both pause for a second before going forward. “Andre, what're you doing here?” Dawn asks.“Luca told me to come get you guys. Said everything went well.” He’s grinning despite everything. “Said Leandro was happy with you two and everything.”I feel like we’ve been set up. Is this another trick from Sophie and Luca? To send us back into a trap? Or to teach us to be careful? The paranoia of the trip is getting to me.“So how was it?” Andre asks.“Good,” I say.“Bad,” Dawn says.We both look at each other quickly, and Andre laughs.“I get it,” he says, pointing between us. “I bet Aldo made you listen to those corny classics the whole drive up.” He throws an arm around his sister and grins. “She just doesn’t like your music, bro. She never has.”Dawn grins. “Yep.” She laughs nervously.Our nervous energy seems to be lost on Andre, he seems too happy. We
[Aldo]Over the next few weeks, my conflict grows at the same rate as my love for Dawn does. I spend my mornings and days hanging out with Andre, unless I’ve got a day off, then I go to Dawn’s. Otherwise, every day is the same, as is every night. I head out for some family errand or some other reason and secretly meet Dawn.We laugh and talk. We shop and dine out at restaurants. We have secret breakfasts and text each other constantly. Andre thinks I’ve just got a string of women on the end of my finger and often jokes about it. I play along, because, for once, it grants me privacy from his wandering eyes.And I grant him his privacy back.I end up dropping the whole Russian thing. His mood has changed now that he’s working for Luca, and he doesn’t seem so secretive. He still hasn’t told me what went wrong up north other than a breakup. but I sense it’s a tender wound. It still gnaws at him, and when he thinks I’m not looking, I see the stress still there. But all in all, he is hap
[Aldo.]“Well you know…” She begins.“No. I don’t know. This is what you’ve been arguing about these last few weeks. You convinced me that everything would be alright. That we’d all be happier with the truth in the air. Now you’re backing out?”“I’m not backing out, I’m just anxious.”I take Dawn’s hands in mine, and we both take a large breath in and then exhale slowly. “Everything will be fine, remember? We love each other. We’ve known each other forever. It only makes sense that we’d eventually see each other this way. Like you said,” I cup Dawn’s jaw in my hand. “We need to look after our happiness too.”Dawn grins. She looks unsure but ultimately agrees. She takes the keys and pops them in her purse. “I locked the car before getting out anyway.”Sophie comes out then, holding a few drinks and passes them off to us. She encourages Dawn to drink quickly and then pulls her away to dance. Dawn looks back at me one last time before disappearing into the throng of bodies. I stand th
[Dawn.]The next few weeks are horrible. Aldo is working everyday and we don’t get any time to see each other. I suppose with heartbreak there’s all the deep sorrow you have to deal with, but having to pretend like nothing is wrong is even worse.I can see how much it hurts Aldo too by the way we’re texting. After the first few days I realize I’ve been hanging out with Sophie just to maybe catch a glimpse of Aldo, so I stop bothering her so much. It even starts making me sick. Nauseatingly so. To the point where in the mornings, I need something salty to eat. Like crackers or toast.Two weeks in is the worst. I wake up on Saturday, and I vomit on my way to the bathroom. It’s horrid. With the sun pouring in through my window it stinks immediately and makes me sick again.That’s when it hits me.It might not be the heartbreak of not being able to see Aldo…But Aldo is definitely involved.The realization makes me drop the vomit soaked tea towel. The nausea moves and I sprint to the ba
[Dawn.]By the time I pick myself up off the floor, do a happy dance, and then force myself not to text Sophie excitedly, I get dressed and I allow myself one cup of coffee before tidying up and putting on my shoes.I grab the keys for the car and then, losing all orderly manners, I run for my car and drive excitedly for Aldo’s.The traffic can’t even piss me off as I make my way across town. The humidity doesn’t even bother me, as it frizzes my hair and makes my car stink like a jar of pickles.The sun burning off the puddles doesn’t blind me but dazzles me. I feel so high, so full of hope, that it seems nothing can pull me back down to earth. As I park in front of Aldo’s apartment building and see the kids all hurrying to the side of the street to let traffic pass, I imagine that someday it will be our kids.Our kids...Will there be more?The thought fills me with warmth. I’m giddy. I practically skip all the way to his door. I practically throw the gate open that leads to the rear
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- Everly I drop down onto him, letting every thick, throbbing inch of his cock plunge inside of me. I cry out when I feel him so deep inside, grinding into me as my legs clench around his waist. The gentle waves undulate around us, making us bob slightly with their motion. Jaxon slides me up his beautiful cock, teasing me with just the head inside, before he lets me sink right back down.His mouth drops to my neck, kissing and sucking and biting me softly as he starts to drive his big dick in and out of my quivering pussy. His mouth moves even lower, and when he uses his teeth to pull my bikini top away from one breast, exposing my pink, hardening nipple, I moan loudly.“Oh fuck, Jaxon,” I cling to him, letting the waves and his powerful arms bob me up and down every inch of him, feeling him grind deep inside. His mouth wraps around my nipple, his tongue teasing it and making me gasp as I hug him tightly and let the pleasure rolls through me.The setting sun catches sharply and glit
- EverlyWater teases over my feet, and I look up from my paperback to realize the tide has come in much more than I thought. I smile, letting the late afternoon sun warm my skin as it starts to set over the gorgeous big Pacific Ocean. My toes curl in the sand, and I breathe in the fresh air and sunshine.Suddenly, hands grab me from behind, and I shriek as my heart jumps into my throat before I hear that chuckle behind me“You dick!” I gasp, shaking my head at Jaxon — in just a perfectly fitting black bathing suit — as he plops down on the sand behind me. He grins that insanely gorgeous smile at me, sending a throb of heat into my core that takes my breath away. I try and slap at his chest for scaring me, but he just chuckles and wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight against him.“Someone lose track of time?”I nod. “Yeah. It’s a really good book.”“Learning anything good?”“Yeah, actually.”“Well, I hear the Kama Sutra is full of—”He laughs as I wriggle around and tackle him,
JaxonKen was still at the office, and I knew Catherine was at her usual “yoga” appointment, which just meant guzzling wine with her friends and getting trashed before two in the afternoon.Good. If either of them had been there, I’d have still gone through with the plan, but something told me it’d be easier for Everly if they weren’t. Plus, them not being here meant I could make her scream as loud as I wanted.She jumped into my arms the second we crossed the front door, and I groaned as my hands cupped her ass and lifted her into me. Her long legs wrapped tight around my waist, and our lips locked as I slammed the door shut and carried her up the stairs.We hurried into her bedroom, stumbling across the floor moaning into each other’s mouths before I tossed her on the bed. I grinned as I took a second to look around at her room — so pink and innocent, but so her. Pictures from magazines, and stupid celebrity crushes, and horoscopes tacked up everywhere. Posters from bands she loved,
He growled in frustration as I pulled away from him, but when I turned around and bent over his lap with my ass up in the air, his eyes burned fiercely. I took his hand, pulled a finger into my mouth and sucked it clean.“Fuck, Everly,” Jaxon groaned, his jaw grinding as he watched me be such a bad girl for him. I tugged his arm over, pushing his hand onto my back and pushing it further back, until he got the idea. His hand slid over my ass, grabbing it possessively as my fingers found his zipper.“You dirty fucking girl,” he groaned as I slipped my hand inside and curled it around his thickening cock. His own hand slid down over my ass, his fingers finding my pussy from behind like he had back in his office.“Says the man playing with his step-sister’s pussy,” I purred right back. Jaxon chuckled deeply, but when I pulled his cock free of his pants, he groaned.God he was so big. My jaw dropped seeing him again this close, stroking him slowly. I pumped my hand up and down his big cock
Yeah, we had to get out of there right the fuck then. I’d pushed it, fucking Everly across my desk with the damn office outside. If we stayed here, I couldn’t be sure things wouldn’t go past keeping it quiet. And besides that, when I took her again, I wanted soft sheets at her back, and pillows all around her. I’d fucked her hard and rough like she wanted me to, and how I damn well wanted to fuck her too.But the next time? The next time, I’d make her feel like the fucking princess she was.I ran my finger up over her slick, sticky pussy, making her gasp as she turned, her eyes wide as she grinned at me.“We need to go, now,” I growled.“Right now?” she whispered looking a little crestfallen. “I was hoping—”“If we do this again in here, I can’t promise the whole fucking office won’t hear you by the time I’m done with you.”She blushed bright red, but she still had that crestfallen look on her face. And slowly, I got it.“Everly,” I groaned, pulling her close and kissing her. “You thi
I growled, grabbing her hair and making her cry out as my teeth sank into her neck. My hand covered hers gripping my cock, stroking my shaft and letting the thick swollen head brush over her sticky wet lips.Everly moaned, rocking her hips toward me like she might coax me to slip inside. I mean fuck, she was so fucking wet I could have. I could have just grabbed her hips, lined up, and driven every fucking inch inside of her to the hilt. But I wasn’t going to hurt her. I wanted her, yes. And I sure as hell wanted to make her scream and fuck her exactly like she wanted me to.But I wasn’t going to hurt her.Not when I took the one thing she couldn’t give twice — the one thing that I knew made me the luckiest fucking man on earth to get to have.Instead, I eased against her lips, letting them kiss over my crown as I slipped just inside. She hissed, biting her lip, and I pushed even more inside, feeling the resistance there.“This will only hurt a second, love,” I whispered.I eased in,
JaxonMy blood ran like fire in my veins, every muscle in my body tensing as I dragged my tongue over her clit again and again. And when Everly came against my mouth, her tight, small body bucking against my lips as she squealed in pleasure, I swear I could have come right there.My cock ached for more of her, throbbing harder and thicker than it’d ever been as I felt her sweet sticky juices drip down my chin. She shuddered against me, her sweet pussy quivering against my lips.I’d just made Everly come on my tongue. My eighteen-year-old, untouched, off limits step-sister. Oh, I knew no other man had ever gotten to her. For one, because I’d been watching for it, and for two, I knew it just by the way she walked. I knew from the way her hips moved that she’d never had a man spreading these pretty thighs wide and giving her every inch of his cock.But I would.Her hands pulled me up, and when I kissed her, pressing hot against her body, she whimpered into my mouth. Her tongue teased ove
Like they had a mind of their own, my hands slid the rest of the way down my thighs. And when my fingers brushed over my slick, aching pussy, the cry tumbled from my lips. You’d have thought I’d have my eyes squeezed shut or something, but somehow, they stayed open — open and locked on Jaxon as my fingers teased over my slit.I ran two fingers through my wet, puffy lips, dragging the sticky wetness up. And when they rolled over my clit, I cried out, my body arching as the pleasure exploded through me.“Just like that, princess,” Jaxon groaned. His hand closed around the huge bulge in his pants, stroking his cock through them as he watched me. “Play with that clit, Everly. Play with that pretty pussy for me.”I whimpered, rubbing my fingers over my clit and panting as he watched me and stroked his cock through his pants. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing what I was doing, but I knew I never wanted to stop. I pushed my fingers lower, and when I slid one deep inside my slick, tight