Wild Side (Rose Hill, #3)

by Elsie Silver

Rhys has always given off big dick energy. But I know now it’s not so much energy as big dick knowledge. Big dick surety? Big dick guarantee.

“I don’t wear spandex.” “You should. Those little manties can be part of your new branding.” “Trunks, Tabitha. They call them trunks.”

A long piece of hair that you can feel but can’t get off. The liquid on top of sour cream when you open the container. Band-Aids in a public pool.

If Erika were here, I’d kick her in the box.

Maybe that chakra shit is real, and I healed him with the magic of my pussy.

I have a confession to make. It’s been stressing me out and I could use your input. Tabby: No. I have not been faking the orgasms. Rhys: Funny. Tabby: If you send an ominous text like that then you should 100% expect me to get weird.

I may not be a man of many words, but I am a man of my word,

She loves sex and has no shame about coming for it.