by J. L. Ostle
This guy was just behind me? This God? This perfect specimen of mankind? He is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His massive arms. With how tight his gray shirt is, the rest of his body looks toned and muscular. His jeans hang perfectly on his hips. When I finally look up, even his face is perfect. Bright green eyes; long, thick brown hair. The kind you want to push your fingers through. I can’t help but stare at his lips; hating that I wonder what it would be like for them to touch mine.
I have never had a chance to kiss a boy, have never felt like I wanted to, but now I needed to. He looks too good to be true. What would have happened if my sister didn’t come back? Would he have kissed me? Why am I even thinking about this? This isn’t me. I don’t care about boys.
But he isn’t a boy. He is a man.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry for looking,” I sweep my hand up and down my body, “indecent.” I notice that his eyes follow my hand movement, stopping at my legs. It feels like he is undressing me with his eyes alone. Now I do feel uncomfortable. No one has really seen my body this close to naked.
I wrap my arms around myself.
“Sky?” I turn to Lake and I know she can tell I feel uncomfortable. “Go get dressed and come down in twenty, breakfast will be ready then.” I give her a quick hug, whispering a thank you in her ear before running up the stairs. All the way to the top I can still feel his eyes on me.
Dominic
Fuck me sideways.
That’s Lake’s sister?
Wow.
I thought maybe she was a groupie that snuck in last night. Seeing her on all fours, her perfect, tight ass in the air; I felt my dick harden in seconds. Feeling her body tremble against mine, how responsive she was. Touching her flawless, white skin. I didn’t have to see her face, from what I could see, her body was perfect. Her strawberry scent surrounded me.
Hearing her say her name caused my once hard erection to quickly disappear; especially when Lake walked in. Walked in on me hitting on her baby sister. Lake is hot. Her body is smoking. Perfect ass and tits. I would have tried to bang that if it wasn’t for Leon. They were head over heels and shit. I wouldn’t do that to the guy. He has been there for me since we were kids. Plus, Lake does see through my bullshit.
Once Sky turned around, I was a goner. She reminded me of a hotter version of Snow White. Raven black hair flowing down her back. Dark blue eyes that I’m sure I saw a hint of purple in. Pale, white, soft skin.
Fuck.
Why couldn’t she be a groupie?
She’s going to be living under the same roof as me? Living across the hall from me? I need to control my dick and not touch her. Yeah, easier said than done.
Fuck my life.
I wouldn’t do that to Lake. I wouldn’t spoil our friendship. Even though she gives me crap, we are a family. She’s helped our band get out there; working on our social media, booking gigs. She bought the house that we live in using an inheritance she received from her grandparents. I was also given more than enough to live comfortably for a while when my parent’s passed away so, for now, none of us have to work. We get to do the thing we love. Music will always be my number one priority. I don’t need a girl I don’t even know messing up the life we have gotten comfortable in.
There are plenty of chicks out there, plenty who are willing to open their legs for the lead guitarist of an upcoming band. Sky is family. I need to make myself believe that.
Then stop looking at her ass while she walks up the stairs, dick.
I walk to the living room and lay down on the couch. I’m exhausted from partying all night. I need to get the dark haired girl out of my mind. I hang around gorgeous women all the time. I think the reason I find her appealing is maybe because I was told not to go near her. Maybe I see her as a challenge. Just thinking that makes me sound shallow and, worse of all, a huge ass.
“I need words with you.” Lake stands in front of me with her hand on her hip. Great. She’s going to go all mother hen on me.
“I won’t touch her okay?” Well, I hope I don’t.
“I know you. I’ve known you for years. I know what you’re like and I love you; you are a great friend, we are family, but when it comes to women...” she pauses, “you’re a dog.” Wait, what?
“Hey, hold on just a minute.” I sit up. How dare she say that?
“Come on. You don’t see a girl more than once, they come walking in and out of here like it’s a hotel. You’re a womanizer. I love you, but it’s true. You are a great person but you think with your dick.” What the hell?
“It’s true man. Not saying it’s a bad thing. You tell them where they stand but you don’t hang around one girl longer than a night. I get it, we’re young, but you go through women like toilet paper.” Leon steps up, wrapping his arms around Lake’s stomach. I watch her snuggle into him. I want to vomit.
“Thanks man, thanks for having my back.” He shrugs.
“I just want to explain to you that Sky is different. She is sweet and innocent; I don’t want her hurt. She believes in love and happily ever after’s. I don’t want you tarnishing that. She’s a good girl, not one of your girls.”
“Right, okay. I won’t touch her. I promise.” She looks me straight in the eye to make sure I’m telling the truth before nodding in acceptance.
I watch her and Leon walk back towards the kitchen but she stops in the doorway. “By the way, she’s a virgin. She’s innocent.” She walks away.
Fuck.
She’s a virgin? How can that be? She’s gorgeous. What guy wouldn’t take one look and want to sleep with her? Maybe she’s waiting for that special someone. Waiting for the perfect guy and the perfect time. It is my number one rule. I don’t do virgins.
Ever.
Virgins get attached. Girls always remember the first person they sleep with. I will not let any girl go through that. I don’t want their first time to be a one-night stand. I may be an insensitive jerk when it comes to the opposite sex, but I do have morals. Knowing that Sky is one hundred percent a virgin, I know I can’t touch her.
I grab my phone from my pocket and flip through my contacts. I got a few options from last night and now I’m taking my pick. I need a good fuck. My dick is still semi hard and I need a release. I send a text and lay back down, waiting. I know she will come- in more ways than one.
They always do.
I smell something good when I finally take my lazy ass off the couch and follow the aroma. Lake is plating up some bacon and eggs and my stomach automatically rumbles. I go to the fridge and grab a carton of OJ and pour out four glasses and Lake gives me a warm smile in thanks. I knew she wouldn’t stay mad at me for long.
I’m looking through my Facebook when Lake yells out to Sky to come down. Has she stayed up there all this time? I look through my newsfeed to stop myself from looking at her when I feel her close by. It doesn’t help.
I glance over at her and I’m shocked at what I see.
The girl that was wearing tight shorts and a tank is now wearing a white blouse with a long black skirt. I mean the skirt literally goes to her feet. She looks like an old school teacher; her hair is even up in a tight bun on top of her head. If I saw her looking like this first, I wouldn’t believe what’s hiding underneath. It’s like meeting two completely different people.
She sits opposite me and I try to look distracted, but I keep thinking that I had to have been dreaming this morning. I know I didn’t since I keep feeling Lake’s eyes on me. She has nothing to worry about. I don’t do virgins and I don’t do girls who hide behind themselves. I like the girl next door types but this girl, she is hiding. I know that if you’re hiding, you don’t want to be found.
Sneak Peak of
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The Ultimate Betrayal:
The Four Quarters
By Eden Rose
Dear Readers:
I spent a lot of time going back and forth as to how I was going to retell the story of Wyatt and Keeley. No matter which way I twisted it, they needed m
ore than just one novel. Their love for one another is deeper than just a one book thing. They need you to know how much they care for one another and how their relationship is not going to be easy.
Keeley is married and Wyatt is her client. There is nothing easy about that.
Just like in basketball, their story is divided into four quarters.
Their love story is going to be rough, sexy, hot, and gritty.
I hope you love them as much as I do.
Score: First Quarter
Prologue
"You can deny all you want," he says to me as he pushes my back against my desk and lays me out in front of him, "I see the way your hips move to meet my hand. I see the way that your back arches and your breathing gets erratic when I do this," he cups my heavy and needy breasts in his hands and thumbs my peaks. "Tell me you want it," he demands as he bites my collar bone.
How can he expect me to use words? This man is insane. I nod and then growl with a whimpered finish as his teeth sink into my flesh. I cry out and then yelp as his hand slaps my breast. "You use your words. If you don't... let's just say that your ass will be hurting."
I should be scared, but all I can feel is the thrum in my body. "Yes, I want it! Please!" I beg like the wanton hussy that he brings out of me.
I shriek when he bites me again. "That is the last time I ask you twice." He suddenly flips me over and pulls on my hips so I am on my hands and knees. When his hand wraps around my throat (just with enough pressure so it wasn't painful), he thrusts himself so hard into me that my eyes tear up and my gasp gets caught in my throat.
When I am able to let my scream out, I hear the front door open and then shut. "Key? I am home."
He pulls himself out of me and pushes on the cheeks of my ass so I fall onto my front. "Shit. Your husband is home!" I watch as he scrambles to throw on his own clothes and then jumps out my window.
And just like that, I go from a wife to an adulteress in a matter of a day.
I pant loudly as I hear the alarm ringing to wake me up for the day. Shit. He’s invaded my sleep now.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading He Owns Me. This book is a little darker than I normally write but damn I loved their back talk. I can’t wait to see what else they will bring, even though I do have an idea ;)
To my gorgeous little boy Jake, my number one fan. Thank you for putting up with such a busy Mummy, I love you lots and lots like jelly tots. To the moon and back.
Daniel Martin, thank you for still supporting me, you will always mean the world to me.
Elmarie Pieterse, my brain twin, my book whore, my PA, my other side of the same coin, I hope you enjoyed Caron, wink, wink. This book I probably annoyed as you as I kept asking if it was okay, thank you for putting up with me.
Hannah Clarke, my mini me, thank you for reading all my books and giving me a big head.
Lauren Haley, thank you for letting me talk about sex scenes with you.
Bernie Ivison, thank you for supporting me and being there for me.
To my betas, you guys rock:
Amanda Perrie, my PA, thank you for having such a good eye, so glad you beta read my stories and sharing my books nonstop.
Paula Tarpley Genereau, thank you for reading so fast giving me input on how amazing the book was, helping boost my ego. Thank you for beta reading for me.
Autumn Hardin, you made me want to write faster as you begged for more and I’m glad I never left you disappointed, thank you for beta reading for me.
Jamie McDowell Reinhard, you saw the small details that I missed, making it more readable, thank you for beta reading for me.
Naomi Dentith, my first ever reviewer to message me, yes I will always mention this, thank you for sticking by me for the last year, thank you for beta reading for me.
Aleesha Davies, thank you for making sure my book is perfect and putting up with my many grammar mistakes and annoyance, it has been amazing working with you again.
Jen Wildner, you so rock, giving me an extra pair of eyes, seeing things we have missed, being my promoter, my star. Thank you for reading and going over everything. You are amazing. You are my amaze balls.
Leigh Stone, thank you again for formatting my book, you made my interior look amazing and pretty, you rock.
Again thank you to all my readers, you guys are amazing.
The Change Series:
A Simple Change
The Hardest of Changes
Stepbrother Romance series:
Tempted part 1
Craved part 2
Others:
My Screwed Up Life
In The Spotlight (A Rockstar Romance)
He Owns Me
J.L. Ostle was born in Antrim, Northern Ireland and was raised as an Army brat. She is now living in Carlisle England. J.L Ostle is a full-time mother looking after her cute, active four-year-old boy.
When she hasn’t got her head stuck in a book or writing, she’s watching movies, hanging with friends. J.L has a little obsession with Supernatural. She enjoys catching up on her TV shows Vampire Diaries, Big Bang Theory, Geordie Shore, and Grimm.
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