Chapter 1: Sparks at the Reunion
The high school reunion at Crestview Hall was a glittering affair, all cheap champagne and nostalgia thick enough to choke on. I hadn’t planned on showing up, but curiosity—and a certain redheaded memory named Lila Harper—dragged me back. Lila, the girl who’d once slipped me a note in biology class promising to ‘dissect me later,’ was standing by the bar, her curves poured into a black dress that hugged every dangerous inch of her. Her sisters, Mia and Tara, flanked her like a trio of sirens, each more stunning than the last. Mia’s blonde hair cascaded over a plunging neckline, and Tara’s dark eyes promised trouble in a crimson gown that left little to the imagination.
‘Well, damn, if it isn’t Jake Monroe,’ Lila purred as I approached, her voice a velvet blade. ‘Still breaking hearts, or have you graduated to breaking beds?’
I smirked, leaning against the bar, close enough to catch the jasmine on her skin. ‘Only the ones worth breaking, Lila. You still writing dirty notes, or have you moved on to dirtier deeds?’
Her laugh was sharp, a challenge. ‘Oh, honey, you couldn’t handle my deeds now. I’ve had practice.’ Mia and Tara exchanged glances, smirking like they knew something I didn’t. Mia sipped her drink, her lips curling. ‘Careful, Jake. Lila bites. And we scratch.’
‘Promises, promises,’ I shot back, my gaze flicking between them. ‘I’ve got scars to prove I can take it. Question is, can you three keep up?’
Tara stepped closer, her voice low, dripping with intent. ‘Keep up? Sweetheart, we’ll run you ragged. You’ve got no idea what you’re stepping into.’ Her hand brushed my arm, a spark igniting something primal in me. I felt the heat rising, my pulse quickening at the thought of these three fierce women, each a storm waiting to break.
Lila’s eyes locked on mine, dark with hunger. ‘Meet us upstairs in ten. Room 304. Unless you’re all talk, Monroe.’ She didn’t wait for an answer, just turned on her heel, her sisters following, their laughter a siren call echoing in my ears.
Ten minutes later, I was at the door, heart pounding like a drum. I knocked once, and it swung open to reveal Lila, already shedding her dress, the fabric pooling at her feet. Behind her, Mia and Tara lounged on the king-sized bed, their own outfits half-unzipped, revealing skin that begged to be touched. ‘Took you long enough,’ Lila snapped, but her smirk was pure fire. ‘Strip. Now. Let’s see if you’re as hard as you talk.’
I didn’t need to be told twice. My shirt hit the floor, and I could feel their eyes on me, appraising, hungry. Lila stepped forward, her fingers tracing my chest, her breath hot against my ear. ‘You’re gonna need stamina, Jake. We don’t play nice.’
Mia chuckled from the bed, her voice a taunt. ‘Hope you’re ready to sweat, pretty boy. We’ve got plans for that cock of yours.’ Tara nodded, her gaze wicked. ‘And trust me, we’re already wet just thinking about it.’
The air was thick with tension, my body already responding, hard and aching as Lila’s hand slid lower, teasing. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her close, my voice a growl. ‘Keep talking, Harper. I’m gonna make you pant before the night’s out.’
Her grin was feral. ‘Bring it, Monroe. Let’s see who’s dripping first.’
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