The Tangled Series Complete Digital Boxed Set (Bad Boy Rock Star, Millionaire, and MMA Fighter Bundle) by Kristen Middleton, K.L. Middleton, Cassie Alexandra
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glittering in the moonlight and his hair blowing in the wind, he looked like a model, posing for a picture. If I were Sela and hadn’t seen him for a while, he wouldn’t have been out here with us. I would have tied him to the bed and had my way, several times over by now.
Of course, I’d never had a migraine so I shouldn’t judge.
Feeling a little loose-lipped because of the wine, I cleared my throat. “Would you like to join us? There’s plenty of wine.”
He turned and smiled. “No, thank you. I just wanted to let you know that I hadn’t forgotten about you two.”
“You’re not going skinny-dipping with us?” asked Jesse.
“No, I’ll give you lovebirds some privacy,” he said, his mouth twitching.
Jesse stood up. “Nonsense, we don’t need privacy, big brother. We didn’t come here for sex.”
“Well, although I’d love to join you,” he said, “I have to get back to Sela before she wakes up mom and dad. If she thinks I went skinny-dipping without her, she’ll blow a gasket.”
“You’d better go back then,” I said. “We’re not staying out here much longer, anyway.”
Plus, there was no way I could drop my clothes when he was watching. At least not here on the beach.
“Well, you two have fun,” he said, turning to go back. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Good luck with the shrew!” hollered Jesse.
Reed raised his hand but didn’t look back.
***
Michael
I watched them frolicking in the water after the other man left. They couldn’t see me hiding between the rocks, but my view was clear, especially of her .
It was the perfect night. The moon was full and the setting was made for lovers.
It was made for us.
When Sinclair stepped out of the water, she looked almost naked in her pale wet panties and bra. Her curves set me on fire and my hand moved inside of my trousers, watching her as I pumped my cock. I wanted nothing more than to lick the salt from her breasts as I thrust in and out of her wetness while she whispered my name, begging me for more. These thoughts consumed me and soon I shuddered into my fist, imagining the satisfaction in her eyes when it was over, as we held each other close and spoke of our future.
Soon, my love.
Chapter Eight
Reed
I walked back towards the house, wondering why the hell I hadn’t just said fuck it , and stayed with Jesse and Sinclair. Not only would it have been interesting to see how far they’d go with their little farce, but the thought of getting a glimpse of Sinclair’s body naked, well, it was enough to make me strain in my pants. As far as I was concerned, I could still appreciate a beautiful woman without touching her.
Unlike my father.
Sighing, I walked into the house and up to the guestroom to check on Sela. It was dark and empty.
Fuck.
I left and began searching the house for her as quietly as I could so I wouldn’t wake up George, Gretchen, or my parents. When I finally made it to the library, I stopped in my tracks. Sela was sitting on the sofa, wearing a flimsy pink robe, and drinking a glass of champagne with Jack. As soon as he noticed me, Jack stood up and moved behind the sofa.
I forced a smile. “What’s going on in here?”
“What does it look like?” asked Sela, a little gleam in her eyes.
Jack smiled and patted the sofa cushion. “Son, sit down.”
“No thanks. So I see your migraine went away.”
“Yes, after my bath. I went out to look for you and bumped into your father,” said Sela, running a hand through the back of her damp hair. “We’ve been chatting.”
“Is that so?” I asked.
Jack cleared his throat. “Yes. We haven’t had much of a chance to talk yet. So we decided to have a quick glass of champagne to celebrate your upcoming wedding and talk about you.”
“Oh, did my father reminisce about my childhood?” I asked, knowing very well that he wasn’t around enough to know much about it. Nor did
Of course, I’d never had a migraine so I shouldn’t judge.
Feeling a little loose-lipped because of the wine, I cleared my throat. “Would you like to join us? There’s plenty of wine.”
He turned and smiled. “No, thank you. I just wanted to let you know that I hadn’t forgotten about you two.”
“You’re not going skinny-dipping with us?” asked Jesse.
“No, I’ll give you lovebirds some privacy,” he said, his mouth twitching.
Jesse stood up. “Nonsense, we don’t need privacy, big brother. We didn’t come here for sex.”
“Well, although I’d love to join you,” he said, “I have to get back to Sela before she wakes up mom and dad. If she thinks I went skinny-dipping without her, she’ll blow a gasket.”
“You’d better go back then,” I said. “We’re not staying out here much longer, anyway.”
Plus, there was no way I could drop my clothes when he was watching. At least not here on the beach.
“Well, you two have fun,” he said, turning to go back. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Good luck with the shrew!” hollered Jesse.
Reed raised his hand but didn’t look back.
***
Michael
I watched them frolicking in the water after the other man left. They couldn’t see me hiding between the rocks, but my view was clear, especially of her .
It was the perfect night. The moon was full and the setting was made for lovers.
It was made for us.
When Sinclair stepped out of the water, she looked almost naked in her pale wet panties and bra. Her curves set me on fire and my hand moved inside of my trousers, watching her as I pumped my cock. I wanted nothing more than to lick the salt from her breasts as I thrust in and out of her wetness while she whispered my name, begging me for more. These thoughts consumed me and soon I shuddered into my fist, imagining the satisfaction in her eyes when it was over, as we held each other close and spoke of our future.
Soon, my love.
Chapter Eight
Reed
I walked back towards the house, wondering why the hell I hadn’t just said fuck it , and stayed with Jesse and Sinclair. Not only would it have been interesting to see how far they’d go with their little farce, but the thought of getting a glimpse of Sinclair’s body naked, well, it was enough to make me strain in my pants. As far as I was concerned, I could still appreciate a beautiful woman without touching her.
Unlike my father.
Sighing, I walked into the house and up to the guestroom to check on Sela. It was dark and empty.
Fuck.
I left and began searching the house for her as quietly as I could so I wouldn’t wake up George, Gretchen, or my parents. When I finally made it to the library, I stopped in my tracks. Sela was sitting on the sofa, wearing a flimsy pink robe, and drinking a glass of champagne with Jack. As soon as he noticed me, Jack stood up and moved behind the sofa.
I forced a smile. “What’s going on in here?”
“What does it look like?” asked Sela, a little gleam in her eyes.
Jack smiled and patted the sofa cushion. “Son, sit down.”
“No thanks. So I see your migraine went away.”
“Yes, after my bath. I went out to look for you and bumped into your father,” said Sela, running a hand through the back of her damp hair. “We’ve been chatting.”
“Is that so?” I asked.
Jack cleared his throat. “Yes. We haven’t had much of a chance to talk yet. So we decided to have a quick glass of champagne to celebrate your upcoming wedding and talk about you.”
“Oh, did my father reminisce about my childhood?” I asked, knowing very well that he wasn’t around enough to know much about it. Nor did
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