***SIN'S POV***I wait for a while until I am sure that Summer is quite asleep before making my way downstairs. As she explained they are all having a party. That explains why the house was calm and deserted when I arrived. Outside, I make it to the direction we always have our bonfire and I see the men drinking and eating. "Boss!" they greet but I only groan as my eyes peruse the men, checking out for one man. "Where is he?" I demand searching, my anger rising by the second I don't spot him. "Who?" I hear one of my soldiers ask but I ignore him, my eyes still glaring wild. I spot Enzo sitting beside the edge of the woods and when he sees me, he makes it up but before he is to his full length, I use that to my advantage to knock him to the ground. "You little fuck!" I growl. "Oh no... No!" I hear men say as they come for Enzo's rescue. "Unless you want to make it your problem with me, stay out of this," I mutter, throwing another punch to his cheek. Enzo
***MATTEO'S POV***I'm a fucking idiot. I was so close with Mich tonight and we would have almost gotten caught if not for the shadows that hide our faces so well. When I spotted Sinclair, I asked Michelle to hurry inside while I distracted her brother and that was exactly what I had done. It is a good thing Sin had spotted her out. Heading up the stairs, I make it to her room but she isn't there. I wonder where she might be and on my way through the kitchen, I spot Michelle eating laughing with the same guy from that morning. His hands were up her spine and he looked happy, gently playing with her soft skin. My vision became dark as I stride towards them before throwing a punch on his face. Mich screams as she looks around, noticing me. "Oh My God! Let him go, Matt," she shouts. I block her out of my mind as I continue punching the lad. "I asked you to stay off my woman didn't I?" I bark out twisting the form of his shirt as he cries out. "I am sorry, we were
***SUMMER'S POV***It's about five in the morning when I wake up. I heard Sin walking off to the gym and I felt like a great workout would do my muscles justice, thus, the reason why I moved out of the room in my workout shorts and crop top. Grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen, I hurry towards Michelle's room, hoping that she is up for a workout, making sure that she is up to do a little muscle pull before she goes to the hospital. At first, I don't hear the little whispers and murmuring sounds that come out of her room, not until I have the doorknob twisted and walked right into a scene of her and Matteo making out on her vanity. Fuck! I didn't know one could be this hot. "Shit!" Matteo grits out. "Oh fuck! Sorry, I am so sorry," I mutter out quickly as I hurry out of the room my eyes wide with shock. I had my suspicions but I never thought they were... Intimate? Dang it. How Matt covered Michelle's body from my view is a good sign because I really admir
***SUMMER'S POV***I don't know what to think about right now. I could possibly think of a lot of things but my brain has refused to think. It is frozen and as much as I want to get away with that, I just fucking can't. I wait until Sinclair has gone to work before making it to the living room. "Summer?" I hear Michelle call out behind me. "Yes, Mich?" I reply sweetly. "Oh, girl, I was looking forward to have a word with you. I know what you saw..." she says, trailing down her words. "Shhh! I don't need an explanation from you, Mich. You don't owe me one," I tell. Her eyes are like flat saucers as she glares at me, shock still evident in her face. "But..." I lift my hand in the air, stopping her. "I don't want to hear it, unless you are going to spill out some of that tea," I blurt out. Laughing out in excitement, she nods her head a couple of times, wrapping her arms around mine and pulling me away. "Can we go to the garden? Poppy will bring drinks out for us
Author's Note:Bonus story guys. I'm uploading a new story here, hope you like it. ELLAWhen my parents first told me we were moving to SouthernLouisiana a few months before I turned 18, I had been furious. I loved our home in Michigan, and I had no desire to move to what I felt would surely be the ass crack of America. I couldn’t imagine ever getting used to the heat and humidity. I mean, they don’t even get snow for Christmas! The whole idea of it had me feeling really depressed, but we had to move for my dad’s job, so we left and made the long journey to our new home right in the heart of Cajun Country.I managed to graduate high school, although I did it feeling like a weird Yankee outsider the whole time, and I’d just turned 18 a couple of weeks ago. The only that made this place bearable was our next-door neighbor. He’d introduced himself shortly after we’d arrived, Southern hospitality and all that, and I’d fallen head over heels in love with him the second I’d laid eyes on
His laugh is deep and infectious, lighting up his eyes, and revealing the small lines around his face from years of laughing and being in the sun.“With that Yankee accent? I don’t think so.”I bring my hands to my hips. “What’s wrong with my accent?”“Nothin’,” he says with a grin. “It’s very precise.”“Well, sooorrry,” I say drawing out my vowels. I fan myself dramatically. “It’s hot as tarnation out here. Ain’t ya got a winda open?”He rolls his eyes at me, but I see the corner of his mouth twitch and know he wants to laugh.“Now you’re just bein’ an ass. Just for that, I think your first chore will be horse shit.” He walks past me to grab a shovel and calls over his shoulder, “And for the record, ain’t is a perfectly acceptable word. If Lord Byron could use it, then so can I.”I watch as he walks away, taking in the sight of his languid, unhurried movements, the way his back muscles move with every step and swing of his arms, and the way his jeans accentuate the perfection of his
BEAUI walk back into the barn wondering how in the hell the place can feel so lonely already when Ella just left a few minutes ago. I’d very nearly crossed the line with her when we were brushing Pierre. I can’t let that happen. I’m going to have to really watch myself around her. She’s just so damn beautiful. Of course I’d noticed her as soon as they’d moved in. How could I not with her perfect tight little body, dark hair, and piercing blue eyes? I’d managed to keep distance between us, though. But now she’s 18, graduated, and apparently my new farmhand.How in the hell someone could manage to make shoveling manure sexy, I do not know, but she’d done it. And done it well, I had to admit as I looked around the barn again. She wasn’t afraid of hard work. I liked that about her. She also didn’t mind getting dirty, which I really liked, even though she was wearing a feminine little sundress that barely covered her perfect ass. I’d been forced to leave the barn earlier. It was either ge
Memories from this morning’s masturbation session flit through my mind, but the sound of Christine’s annoying voice quickly puts an end to the hard-on I was working on.“Should she really just be feeding him without your permission?”“She has my permission,” I say, forcing my words to sound pleasant.She makes an annoyed sound and adds, “He’s a good-looking horse. Maybe I’ll buy him.”I see Ella’s hand freeze on Pierre’s neck as her whole body stiffens at Christine’s words.“I’m afraid he’s not for sale.”Christine gives me a cold look. She hooks one of her ridiculous nails around a strand of blond hair and carefully tucks it behind her shoulder.“I see. Are any of these horses for sale?”I meet her heavily made-up eyes. “Not at the moment, no.”She purses her lips together, making her look as if she’s just sucked on a lemon and puts her designer sunglasses back on.“Call me when something’s available, Beau,” she says before lifting her chin in the air and marching back to her enormou