TayeSteele

"We're standing uncomfortably close and he makes no sign that he intends on moving from the position in which he has me pinned against the door, unable to flee. His eyes run down my face, my neck, over my cleavage, and he makes a sound of appreciation from his throat.  He dips down to kiss me and I open to him on contact. Bringing his hands up to either side of my jaw he cradles my face, giving me a far sweeter kiss than last time. Unhurried, less desperate, but somehow it holds more intensity than last time. When he moves to deepen the kiss I give no objection, tilting my head, and lifting my arms to throw them around his neck."

There's nothing quite like the freedom of college. For many young adults, it's their first experience with life on their own, but for Vale Clarke, it's about more than that. It's her one and only chance to carve a new path for herself away from her dysfunctional family. When she loses her scholarship she's faced with two options: come up with the dough, or kiss her future goodbye.

Inspiration strikes her when she meets Kaden West. A hot rock prodigy born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a sense of entitlement to match. How far is Vale willing to go to lock down the future she wants?

TW: Depictions of drug and alcohol use/absue, mentions of past trauma. May contain scenes of dubious consent.

Sex Sells

With Kaden's dad taking sentry in Kaden's guest bedroom, he decided to stay the weekend with me. We ducked our phones and responsibilities and lazed in my bed with Chinese food and old movies. I went to bed in his arms on Saturday and woke up Sunday with his tongue in my pussy. Not a bad wake-up call, if I may say so myself. This is how every weekend should be.

"My dad wants me to come home for dinner tonight. Talk shit through."

I roll over in bed so that we're both facing each other. The mid-afternoon sun is peeking through my blinds leaving shaded stripes across his perfectly sculpted shoulders.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

The look on his face is more unguarded than I think I've seen him in a long time, if ever. His eyes hold the depth of someone who has a story to tell. A life that hasn't been easy to live. An artist.

If You Seek Amy