Ali ends up stuck on a camping trip with three guys she barely knows after her roommate and supposed friend bails at the last minute. The guys aren't exactly thrilled with having a tag-along either.
It turns out that none of them are exactly strangers. The boys have met her before, and as Ali struggles to remember their one and only meeting, the boys are eager to reunite with the girl they thought they had lost.
Will Ali choose just one or will she surrender to all three?
Warning: This story contains graphic sex scenes and strong language. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.
Naughty Little Excerpt:
He stood up and stripped off his shirt, exposing the deep tan of his hard, toned body. His muscles weren’t like Drew’s. These were thick, built out of sterner stuff. He went for his belt and I felt my heart set off mini explosions in my chest. There was something about watching him in the growing darkness undoing his belt buckle, staring at me with his intense, commanding eyes that made my whole body surrender.
“Get out of the water, Ali. I won’t warn you again.”
“I’m not a child. I don’t need to be told what to do. If you want me out, you’re going to have to make me.”
He shook his head. I watched him unbutton his pants. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, the way they fell from his hips, the way he stepped up to the rocks and dove in. I gasped and turned to flee to the other side.
The rocks weren’t as neatly aligned to climb out on and they were slippery. I got one knee out when he grabbed my hips from behind and dragged me back in the water. I gasped and he pushed me against the rocks and pinned me there between them and his body. Wes closed in, pulled me by my waist against his hips.
“You’re crazy!” I wiped at the drops that fell from my eyelashes and he bore down on me, his expression completely unreadable.
“I warned you.”
“Who are you that I have to obey you? I only met you a few hours ago and you barely looked at me.” The words came rushing out and I was aware of his hips digging into mine, of the hardness trapped between his body and mine. He smelled like licorice and pine and the way he held me still against him made my blood rush. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders for support since I did not have enough room to tread water to stay afloat.
He forced me to need him.
“We’ve met before,” he murmured. “You don’t remember?” Something crossed his expression, something I couldn’t decipher, and his words confused me. I frowned, searched his face for something I might recognize but I was sure I hadn’t. He was not a person I would have ever forgotten. He was not a fantasy I would have stopped enjoying.
“I don’t…we’ve never met. I’m sure of it. I barely knew who Eric was, and that was only because of Stephanie.”
“Stephanie.” He said the word like a curse, something that tasted oily and rank in his mouth. His fingers tightened on my hip then slid around to the small of my back. My skin felt scorched where he’d touched me. I gripped him tightly, afraid he might let go. “We met at her party.”
Her party. That was the key. It was possible I’d met a lot of people that night, but the night was almost completely gone for me. I had bits and pieces, and the morning after of course. My loss of that entire night scared me.
My name is Jordan Bell and I am an author of erotic short stories and novellas. And oh would I like the chance to turn you on! I love writing stories about strong women exploring their sexual fantasies, shy girls discovering their inner sex kitten, and absolutely everything in between.
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