I hear the boys’ footsteps before they appear, and then Ramon plops down beside me. "Darling," he whispers in my ear."Don’t annoy me, Ramon," I reply, already feeling the fatigue of his presence. Jace's face remains set on thunder as he looks from Ramon to me and sits down next to Ramon with his wine in his hand. Ramon has already poured a new one. I share two seconds of eye contact with Jace before I drop back against the couch. Mason puts on a movie, and of course, it has to be a horror movie. He throws blankets at us, and I snuggle in with Hannah. Ramon tries to get in, but Hannah harshly kicks him away and then settles back with rosy cheeks. She winks at me, her smile mischievous. She's definitely planning something. The movie begins, but my attention is elsewhere. Hannah leans in, lifting the blanket over our heads, her grin widening."If you get any perks from sleeping with the teacher, think of me, okay?" she whispers."Hannah!" I whisper-shout, kicking her leg under the bla
I lean back against the couch, catching the musky scent of Jace’s cologne. The movie drones on, but I’m barely paying attention. Esme and Mason are cuddled together, with Esme half-hidden under the blanket, her eyes wide with fear as she stares at the screen. Hannah, ever the mischief-maker, is munching on popcorn and occasionally tossing pieces at Ramon’s head. Jace shifts closer, holding his phone, and whispers, "Can I sleep here?" "You can sleep in the guest room," I whisper back, my eyes on the screen. Somebody onscreen is walking through a dark forest, explaining something I’m not really following. "You’ve got a double bed," Jace murmurs, leaning even closer. My muscles tense. I glance quickly at Hannah, but she’s still focused on the movie and her popcorn, oblivious to our exchange. "I do," I answer cautiously. "Hmm." He says nothing more, though I can sense his thoughts swirling. Ten minutes pass. The film, now talking about spirits haunting a house, doesn’t hold my at
"In the bathtub?" Jace asks, grabbing my waist and trying to pull me closer. But since I’m lying the other way, he can’t manage it without waking Hannah. I can feel his frustration. "Yes," I say, pinching the underwear a little higher, teasing. "Well..." I swallow, hesitating. "I might have been... touching myself when I sent you that picture," I whisper, my cheeks heating up. I'm not exactly lying. I did try to touch myself, but it didn’t really work. It wasn’t much fun. Still, I did think about him. And I need my underwear back, ASAP. And I do often think about having sex in a bathtub or hot tub—it’s kind of hot. Jace groans, dropping his head lower. "Fuck. I’m going to give you the biggest bathtub you’ve ever seen." His hand slides up to my shoulder, slipping his fingers under the strap of my dress. I quickly grab my underwear, balling it up in my fist. "Will you join me? Will you teach me?" I ask, feigning innocence while hiding the underwear under my legs. The focus in me
“Well, it was a bit more than just one kiss, wasn’t it, Nora?” Ramon says out loud. I quickly snatch his hand off my knee and lean in closer. “I’m not kissing you, Ramon. I don’t know how much wine you’ve had, but you’re getting on my nerves. And I can’t believe you just spilled our secret,” I snap, glaring at him. Ramon's face breaks for a second. Guilt flashes over his face, and his eyes lift to Esme uncertainly. "I'm not going to tell anyone," Esme swears, raising her hands in defense. Rolling my eyes, I jump up from the couch, remembering to grab the black underwear and clench it tightly in my hand. Hannah is already in bed, scrolling on her phone with tired eyes. "Ramon told Esme that we kissed!" I whisper-shout, yanking off my dress in frustration. Hannah looks up at me, then her eyes drop lower, widening in realization. “You weren’t joking. He really did steal your underwear,” she says. I glance down at myself before holding up my hand in victory. "Stole it back. Well, I d
And then we hear the creak of the stairs. Panic shoots through me, and I instinctively push against Jace’s chest. “No,” he growls, stopping me. “We’re not stopping.” Someone knocks on the door, making me jump. Jace's hand leaves my neck, and he quickly covers my mouth as his fingers stretch inside me, making me groan against his palm. “I’m busy! Just a few minutes!” Jace yells toward the door. My hand remains flat against his chest, and I can’t help but marvel at how warm and smooth his skin feels. Another wave of pleasure hits me, and Jace looks down at me with a knowing smirk. “Alright!” Mason shouts from the other side. Oh no. I’m going to— “Yes,” Jace says, almost proudly. I become nothing. If I could scream, I would, but Jace’s hand muffles any sound. My hand slides up his chest, nails digging into his shoulder as I cling to him, lost in the sensation. My eyes close as I put my head back against the cool glass door. My body hums with pleasure, muscles between my legs tigh
By the time we get up, Jace is already gone. Mason yells at us several times to hurry up, his voice unusually excited. Hannah and I share a glance, confused, and then I spot the Aston Martin car key on the dining table. "What's this?" I ask, picking up the key. Jace left his car here? "Yeah," Mason replies, his attention still on the key. "He said we could take the Aston Martin to school today. He had to go to the office before work, so he took his Porsche instead. Apparently, it's better suited for the office or something." He takes another bite of toast, still not looking up. Hannah and I exchange another glance. I feel a wave of unease wash over me. "I don’t feel good," I say quietly. Mason finally looks up, concerned. "You don’t?" Shaking my head, I trace the wood grain of the table with my finger, avoiding his eyes. "I think it's from the cold water yesterday... Or maybe I ate something that didn’t agree with me." Mason watches me for a moment, then shrugs. "Alright, stay
So when Wednesday rolls around and I’m dressed in my favorite high heels and a short, wavy dress under my long cream-colored coat, I feel nothing but confidence. Some of it is definitely faked, but I firmly believe in “fake it till you make it.” The first few lessons drag on. I have Jace last, and I’m extremely thankful for it. That gives me a break before I face him, and I’ll definitely use that time wisely. My hair is styled in soft curls, I’ve shaved, and my favorite perfume lingers in the air around me. The new high heels I treated myself to are the cherry on top. When Hannah saw me this morning, she rolled her eyes and immediately took on the role of protective friend, especially when it came to Connor. “Do you need more than 15 minutes?” she teases when our last lesson ends. I give her a playful shove and grin as she eyes my outfit. "I just want to see how he reacts, Han. I’m not going to sleep with him," I say with a sigh. Just giving a taste of his own medicine. “Yeah,
“I want an A in math,” I say, my tone firm and unapologetic. If I’m going to be his plaything, I might as well get something out of it. Jace’s eyes snap to mine, narrowing. “You? An A in math? That’s impossible.” “The moment I get that A is the moment I'll become your sugar baby,” I retort. I shrug off my coat, letting it fall onto the table behind me. I catch Jace swallowing hard. “Did you dress up like this for me?” he asks, his voice lower, but I can hear the tension. Gotcha. “No... Why? Do you like it? Does it distract you?” I ask with a sweet tone. I slowly rise from my position. “No, of course not,” Jace replies quickly, but the way his eyes flicker tells a different story. He IS distracted. The male brain. Ever so fun. I move in until I’m nearly within arm’s reach. “Oh, I think it does,” I purr. “See, I think you like what I’m wearing. But I think you’ll like what I’m wearing underneath even more.” I place my hands on the armrests of his chair, leaning in slightly, an
A flash of Mitch’s face fills my mind—the machete swinging toward my head, the deafening crack of a gunshot ringing out. “No,” I mumble, the word barely audible. Jace sighs heavily and runs a hand through his damp hair, his frustration palpable. “Next time, it could be a burglar. Who knows what could happen?” TThere’s fear in his voice, and I know it’s even more potent now after he visited his parents’ grave. They were shot in their own home, after all. The weight of that memory lingers between us. I set my half-empty plate on the coffee table and take Jace’s empty one from his hands, placing it beside mine. Wrapping the blanket around us, I cuddle against him. He pulls me close instinctively, releasing a soft sigh as he feels the warmth of my body. “You can go home tomorrow,” Jace concedes at last, his voice low. “But only if Mason is there. Just for safety.” I nod against his chest, accepting the compromise for now. “As for my internship—” “I can’t let you go somewhere else,
Jace hums softly and kisses my temple as he grabs a pair of sweatpants from the closet. The house is bathed in darkness, the only light filtering in from the garden outside. I tiptoe into the kitchen, wincing as the fridge casts a blinding glare when I open it. I quickly shut it after grabbing the eggs and bacon, but an unmistakable presence prickles the air around me. “Maybe it’s time we move those boxes here,” Jace says casually. I freeze, unsure I’ve heard him correctly. Turning to face him, I see him watching me, his expression unreadable but intent, like he’s waiting for my reaction. “What do you mean?” I ask sharply. “Well…” He starts carefully, his voice steady, “you practically live here already. Might as well move in fully.” The eggs and bacon tremble in my hands as I place them softly on the marble counter. The dim kitchen feels heavy, the air thick with unspoken words. I tilt my head at Jace, narrowing my eyes. I didn't hear that right. “Are you asking me to move in
“Jace,” I breathe against his lips, my voice trembling with the intensity of the moment. “You’re being so careful with me.” His lips curl into a soft smirk as his hand trails down my body, sending a shiver racing along my skin. With deliberate slowness, he hooks a finger beneath my panties, sliding them down my legs as if savoring every second. He kisses my neck, the warmth of his breath igniting a fire deep within me, before carelessly tossing my lacy red underwear behind him. “I want to make love to you,” Jace murmurs, his voice a velvety promise against my skin. The words hit me like a thunderclap, leaving me momentarily breathless. My fingers find their way into his hair, tangling in the dark strands, as I hook a leg around his body, pulling him closer. “You don’t make love,” I whisper, my tone a mixture of challenge and disbelief. My hand slides down his chest, over the taut muscles, and lower still. My breath hitches as I brush against the hard dick of him, my thumb stroking
Mind & Heart by Tristan Barton plays softly, the melancholy melody filling the car. I lift my hand, gently placing a finger under Jace’s chin, guiding his face toward me. His eyes, once brimming with confidence and arrogance, are now sunken and haunted. In this moment, he’s not the Jace Adkins I know—the bold, self-assured man—but a lost little boy, burdened by the pain of visiting the graves of parents who were stolen from him. Pain. Fear. Anger. Emotions he shouldn’t have to bear swirl in his gaze, and my chest tightens at the sight. “You’re not alone, Jace,” I whisper, my voice soft but steady. His eyes search mine, filled with a silent, desperate plea for reassurance. “You’re doing the right thing,” I promise, squeezing his hand gently. A breath escapes him, his shoulders relaxing just slightly. His fingers tighten around mine, and his eyes soften, a flicker of gratitude breaking through the storm of his emotions. “Yes,” he finally says, his voice low and strained. “It’ll be
"You're always welcome at my office. It’d be good to see you," Jace says, his voice kind. A few moments of silence pass. "My scotch is always waiting for another drinker. Next time, I'll treat you to the best you've ever tasted," he adds, his hand resting gently on my bare knee. "I’ll bring my girlfriend next week. You should bring your wife. We can go out for dinner," he suggests next. I almost slam on the brakes. He hangs up after a polite goodbye. "Jace!" I exclaim loudly. "You can't tell people we're dating! And besides, you're not taking me anywhere next week. We need to be careful." "Who says I was talking about you?" His voice is serious. I gasp, my hand instinctively reaching for his chest. He catches it midair with a laugh, kissing my knuckles and holding my hand on his knee. "Don’t worry. The guy’s as stupid as they come. We'll slap some red lipstick on you, do something different with your hair, give you a different name. Even if he sees you the next day, he won’t
The vibrations intensify when Jace groans against my skin, and I press my clit against his fingers, consumed by the urgent need building inside me. I need this. I need him. The ache is so intense it feels like it might break me. I’m in a frenzy, my nails digging into Jace's skin, as I feel an overwhelming wave coming. I hold onto it, summoning it faster, pushing his fingers deeper. I moan in his ear, whispering words I don’t fully understand, but they feel like a mantra, desperate and raw. I lose all sense of time and space when Jace slides a finger inside me, pressing his thumb down. It’s like I’m falling off a cliff, the fall so fast and intense I think it might swallow me whole. It’s a death I welcome. My entire body locks up, muscles tightening as my orgasm crashes over me. I cling to Jace for support, riding out the waves of pleasure, barely aware of anything else. Still in the haze of my high, Jace pulls back, his zipper sounding too loud in the quiet space. My senses are
When his eyes land on me, they flicker to my bag, then back up. I frown, but quickly notice him tapping his phone, the sound sharp and deliberate. I narrow my eyes at him. I don’t trust him—not for a second. The moment I pull out my phone, he’s going to call me out and put me in detention. He narrows his eyes back, his warning clear. He taps his phone again, louder this time. I bite my lip, considering my next move. Our intense eye contact is broken by Lina who steps in front of me. Her eyes widen when she sees my grade, and she drops it on my desk with a glance toward Hannah's test. Mine has a big question mark next to my score—like he can't believe it. I hold back a laugh. I look over at Hannah's, who has the same grade as me, and scowl. Good job! - It's written next to her test with a red marker. Hannah looks at my paper, snorting quietly. I pull out my still brand new phone. -Jace: Drive to the forest path behind school after class. I suck on my teeth in thought. -Norali
The ball inside me vibrates again. I can't look up—not with everyone around me—but I bite my lip, nerves coursing through me. Lina slips her arm around me, sighing deeply in contentment. My hand massages her head before running through her hair again. The little, annoying ball vibrates once more, setting some of my muscles on fire. I clear my throat awkwardly. Lina doesn't notice. She's too busy drooling over me from the massage, but I know Jace is watching. Lina's hand slides from my waist up to just below my breast. She's not even realizing what she's doing, but I feel my temperature spike, especially when the ball vibrates again—this time softer, like it's teasing me. The last time Jace gave me an orgasm feels like forever ago. I was too tired this weekend, and he refused to touch me on Friday. The last time I had any release was before Mitch was shot. "We need to go, girls," Hannah says, snapping me out of my daydream about the sexcapade at the lake. My body shifts, ready for
Did Jace ever look like this? It's painfully obvious Simon has a thing for Hannah—he can't stop staring at her. "Was he big?" I ask, turning to her with a grin. "Nora!" she snaps, her face flushing. I bite my lip to suppress a laugh. "You were exactly the same when this was happening with Jace," I tease. "But… nothing happened after that?" "I'm with Ryker," Hannah admits, guilt seeping into her voice. "I shouldn’t have let things get this far. I love Ryker." "It's just a little crush I have. But there's literally nothing between us. I just... I just feel like sometimes I struggle with what I want, and then these men come and ruin your life before you can even blink or make your own decisions. Ryker loves me, I know that, and he loves you, too. Simon is bad news. He's just that fantasy that will fuck up my entire-" I place my hand over hers to stop the flow of her rambling. “I get it. We’re young, figuring it all out. It’s not the time to make any big decisions. Luckily, we don’t