No Regrets

When my stepson offered, I took without regret or guilt. But what if my husband caught us?

Ravenous for my stepson

Gregory thought he knew exactly who he was: a loyal husband with a mutual love of the spicier side of life—risky fun and an open relationship with all the benefits.

He thought life was perfect until the day after his ninth wedding anniversary—when his husband Kane’s son, Jared, shows up on their doorstep.

Kicked out by his mother for being caught with another man, Jared needs a place to crash. Kane, ever the protector, offers their home without a second thought. But when he’s called away on business, Gregory finds himself alone with a houseguest who is anything but innocent.

Jared is bold, brazen, and unfiltered. And he’s not just flirting—he’s planning.

With a smirk and a whispered promise, he suggests inviting a friend over for some early morning fun… and not the kind that involves board games. Just the three of them. If Gregory’s up for it.

As temptation and loyalty collide, Gregory must navigate a twisted game of seduction, secrets, and consequences. Because once boundaries are crossed, nothing between him and his stepson will ever be the same.

Gregory is about to discover that pleasure, once tasted, can be a dangerous thing—and secrets always come with a cost. Or do they?

No Regrets is a scorching, quick-burning erotic drama about lust, forbidden desires, and the spark that can either enhance a marriage—or burn it to the ground.

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Our ninth wedding anniversary had been a day filled with long walks, cozy restaurants, and awesome sex. It was in the afterglow of the reckless night before that our boring, everyday lives started to seep back in, filled with responsibilities, appointments, and to-do lists.

I rolled out of bed and groaned—my back and thighs ached when I stood. Pushing fifty wasn’t doing me any favors, but Kane and I refused to let it impact our sex lives.

We were like a couple of twenty-somethings. Going at it hard, any time of day, we had spare moments where we could get away with it. At home, of course. But Kane’s car wasn’t off limits. Just last week, I’d given him a blowjob while we were going through a car wash.

That wasn’t the extent of it. His office—check. In our gym’s locker room showers—check. In our apartment elevator—check. And last night, on our balcony in the cool night air—check.

It had been thrilling being naked outdoors, twenty-seven stories up. Kane fucking me as I clung to the railing. Made us yearn for a backyard private enough to be clothing-optional.

In the spirit of being au naturel, I headed for the kitchen to start the coffee. I had my back turned to the room as I measured out the grounds when someone cleared their throat.

Not thinking, I spun around, my bare dick leading the charge. On one of the chairs facing the dining table in the corner of the kitchen was Kane’s youngest son, Jared. At twenty-two, he was the picture of innocence. He’d never had a girlfriend. Never been in trouble. My stepson was a good kid.

And right now, he was staring at me, his gaze bouncing between my cock and my eyes.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I let myself in.” He looked at the floor while his knee bounced like a drummer playing the bass drum. “I should know better than to do that.”

I was going to finish what I was doing. He’d already seen everything. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll get this coffee on, then I’ll save your eyesight and go get dressed.” I turned back to what I’d been doing, measuring out the coffee and filling the water reservoir.

“Whatever,” Jared mumbled behind me. “Don’t hurry on my account.”

I looked over my shoulder at him. He had his eyes closed, and he was shaking his head as though he had said something he hadn’t meant to speak aloud. My dick perked up at the prospect of having been admired instead of tolerated. I made an ‘um-hm’ and returned to my task.

Two heartbeats later, my better half hurried down the hall fully dressed in a suit and tie. “Gregory, hun, I need to dash. I know we were going to have breakfast together, but ….”

Kane’s gaze had landed on his son.

“Jared, what are you doing here?” Then Kane looked at me and frowned. Apparently, my nudity wasn’t appreciated at the moment. I would’ve left, but I wanted to know, too.

“Mom threw me out,” Jared blurted and crossed his arms. “For a few days anyway.”

“Why?” Now Kane’s arms were crossed. This had to be something epic for Kane’s ex-wife to tell Jared to leave and go to his dad’s place. “What could you have possibly done?”

Again, the floor garnered Jared’s attention. “I had a friend over.”

Kane tipped his head to one side. “And …?”

Jared’s voice came out high-pitched and so rapid I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right. “I was dressed up like Lucy from Fairy Tail. The wig … and everything.”

I shook my head. I had absolutely no idea who that was. But judging by Jared’s expulsion of air and crimson cheeks, I guessed that it was some character who wore a skimpy skirt.

I knew where this was going.

“She caught me … on my knees.” Jared ran his hand through his dark hair. “And, you know.”

To Kane’s credit, he remained calm. “Are you trying to tell me you’re gay?”

Jared groaned and ran both of his hands through his hair, and leaned on his knees. “I don’t know what I am other than so fucking confused about everything.”

I stepped into the conversation. “Can we go back to your mother kicking you out?”

“She didn’t kick me out … not exactly. I just stunned her so much she wanted some space.”

“How much space?” Kane looked at his phone. “Damn, I have to go. We can talk later, Jared.”

“I’ll be here,” he replied.

“Me, too.” Then I went in for a quick kiss from my husband. He lingered, then remembered he had to go, and I was naked in the kitchen in front of his son. He pulled away and put his hand on my shoulder. “You’ll hold down the fort until I get home in a couple of hours?”

“Meeting?”

“Last-minute merger potential.”

“Uck.” I shooed him away. “You go do you. I’m hopping in the shower.”

Coffee first.

After Kane left, I poured myself a cup and headed to our ensuite bathroom. I took a few sips as the water heated up in the shower. I took my coffee black. It would still be hot when I got out.

After shampooing my hair, I lathered up my hands with soap and ran them over my chest and under my arms. Then down to my balls and stiffening cock. My dick was remembering Jared glancing at it. And his comment to not hurry. I gave it a few strokes to see if we had liftoff.

I leaned back against the shower wall as my thick shaft hardened in my hand. I closed my eyes and jacked it beneath the warm water, then twisted and caressed the head. Again—and again in a perfect rhythm. I opened my eyes and looked down. The fat cap was crimson and firm.

I imagined Jared’s face looking up at me, waiting for me to spill my cum on his lips. My legs quivered, and my hand stopped moving when I heard my name being spoken beyond the glass.

“Gregory?”

I turned toward the hot and steady spray so only my back and ass were visible from where Jared was standing. “Jared, what are you doing in here?”

“I was wondering if I could have my friend over?”

“You couldn’t wait until after I had my shower to ask me?”

Jared cleared his throat. “I needed to be sure.”

“Sure about what?”

There was a long pause. “Were you thinking about me when you were jacking off?”

My cock that had been waning perked right back up. I slipped my hand onto it, took it in my fist, and started stroking it slowly. “What if I was?”

“Then we’d have something in common.” I sensed movement behind me. Then Jared tapped on the glass. “I think about you, too.”