Summer's Never Over

Summer's Never Over

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Nov 5, 2025
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"I dare you to jump into the lake." "Easy." "Yeah, but naked." "Deal." *** Warren Cain didn't expect his first summer at camp to start with a dare gone wrong-stranded, shivering, and humiliated after his clothes were stolen. But then Julien Brown showed up, offering a spare change of clothes and an unexpected friendship. Years later, after countless adventures and late-night talks, they're only just realizing... maybe they were never just best friends.
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"Is this right?" Aiden whispered, fingers trembling inside of me. "Tell me what to do." And then his teammate walked in. Ψ The first time Aiden Wilder touched me, he asked if he was doing it right. The second time, he begged me to teach him more. The third time, we weren't alone. Aiden is the NHL's #1 draft pick. Nineteen. Six-foot-one of raw talent and a contract worth millions. He's fast on the ice, awkward off it... and a virgin. I was hired to coach him through fame. Help him deal with the media, the fans, the pressure. Not teach him how to take off my clothes with shaking hands. Not guide his mouth between my thighs and whisper praise into his ear. Not fall for the way he moans like he means it. But then his teammate Luke Mitchell walked in-older, cockier, and definitely not as straight as everyone thinks. He saw what we were doing. He didn't walk away. He asked if we needed help. And Aiden? He said yes. Now there's three of us. No rules. No labels. No going back. But somewhere between the lessons, the touches, and the kisses we shouldn't have shared...someone caught feelings. And I'm scared it wasn't just one of them.

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