Seven

Nobody moved.

Maya just stood there in the doorway, bag on the floor at her feet, keys still dangling from her fingers. Her eyes were wide and glassy, jumping between me and her dad like she couldn’t decide which part of the scene was more impossible.

I was still pinned against the wall.  

Dominic was still inside me.

I could feel every thick inch of him, buried deep, pulsing. My legs were locked around his waist. My shirt was shoved up under my armpits. The wet sound of what we’d just been doing felt like it was still echoing in the room.

Dominic was the first to react. He pulled out of me carefully, jaw clenched so hard I heard it click, and set me down on unsteady legs. He turned his body slightly, trying to shield me while he shoved himself back into his pants. His hands were shaking.

I yanked my shorts up with clumsy fingers. They were inside out. I didn’t care.

Maya’s voice came out small and cracked.

“What the fuck.”

It wasn’t even a question. Just those three words, flat and disbelieving.

Dominic wiped a hand over his mouth. “Maya—”

“Don’t.” She held up a hand like she could physically stop the words. “Don’t you dare.”

Her eyes landed on me. The look in them made my stomach drop.

“You,” she whispered. “You were moaning his name that day. I knew it. I fucking knew it and I let you lie to my face.”

I opened my mouth. Nothing useful came out. My lips still felt swollen. I could still feel the stretch of him between my legs.

Maya took one step closer, then another. Her gaze dropped to my thighs — I knew there were marks, faint red fingerprints from where he’d held me — then to the front of her father’s pants where the outline of him was still obvious.

She laughed once, short and ugly.

“How long?”

Dominic’s voice was low. Rough. “Maya, go upstairs. We’ll talk—”

“How long?” she repeated, louder this time. She was looking at me when she said it.

I swallowed. My throat felt dry.

“It… it just happened,” I managed. “Tonight was the first time we—”

“Bullshit.” Her eyes were wet now, but her voice stayed sharp. “You were already obsessed. I walked in on you touching yourself to him. And you stood there and looked me in the eye and said it was a p**n video.”

Dominic moved like he was going to step between us. Maya’s head snapped toward him.

“And you,” she said, voice shaking. “You’re my dad. You’re supposed to be the one person who doesn’t… who doesn’t do this.”

The silence that followed was worse than shouting.

I could still smell sex in the air. My body was still humming from how hard he’d been fucking me thirty seconds ago. And now Maya was standing three feet away, staring at the evidence of it all over both of us.

She didn’t leave.

She just stood there, breathing hard, eyes moving between our faces, our clothes, the wall where he’d had me pinned.

Like she was waiting for one of us to somehow make it make sense.

Neither of us could.

Maya didn’t move for a long time.

She just stood there in the middle of the living room, staring at us like the picture in front of her kept rearranging itself and none of the versions made sense. Her chest rose and fell too fast. Her eyes were still wet, but the tears hadn’t fallen yet.

Dominic cleared his throat.

“Maya…. go upstairs. Please.”

She ignored him completely. Her gaze stayed locked on me.

“Take your clothes off.”

The words came out flat. Quiet. Almost calm.

I blinked. “What?”

“You heard me.” Her voice didn’t rise. “You were just getting fucked against that wall by my dad. Don’t suddenly get shy now. Take them off.”

Dominic stepped forward. “That’s enough—”

“No.” Maya finally looked at him. “You don’t get to talk right now. You lost that privilege the second you put your dick in my best friend.”

The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on.

I didn’t know what to do with my hands. My shorts were still twisted. My shirt was wrinkled and pushed up on one side. I could feel how wet I still was, the slow drip of it on my inner thigh, and the fact that Maya was looking right at me made it somehow worse and hotter at the same time.

She took another step closer.

“How did it feel?” she asked me. Her voice had gone strange…. low and curious and sharp all at once. “Having him inside you. Was it everything you fantasized about when you were moaning his name in your bedroom?”

My face burned. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Maya’s eyes dropped to my mouth, then lower, to the place between my legs like she could still see the evidence.

“You’re still wet,” she said quietly. “I can tell.”

Dominic made a rough sound in his throat. “Maya. Stop.”

She didn’t even glance at him.

“You’ve been wanting this for months,” she continued, still speaking only to me. “Lying to my face. Touching yourself to him. And tonight you finally got it. So don’t stand there looking guilty like you regret it. You don’t. I can see it all over you.”

My heart was slamming so hard it hurt. Part of me wanted to run. A bigger, darker part of me stayed rooted to the spot, watching the way Maya’s expression kept shifting…. from anger to something else I couldn’t name yet.

She circled us slowly, like she was examining a crime scene.

“You know what’s funny?” she said. “I came home early because Jason was being a dick. I wanted my best friend and my dad. And instead I walk in on…. this.”

She stopped in front of me again.

Up close I could see her pupils were blown wide. Her breathing hadn’t slowed down. She was still angry…. but there was something else under it now. Something that made my stomach twist.

“I should hate you,” she whispered.

I swallowed. “Maya….”

“I should.” Her eyes flicked to Dominic, then back to me. “But all I can think about is how you looked when I opened the door. The way he was holding you. The sound you made right before you noticed me.”

Dominic’s voice came out strained. “That’s enough. Both of you. We’re done talking about this tonight.”

Maya finally turned her head toward him.

“Are we?” she asked. Soft. Dangerous. “Because from where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like either of you are done.”

Her gaze dropped deliberately to the front of his pants.

He was still half-hard. Anyone could see it.

Maya let out a short, breathless laugh that didn’t sound amused at all.

“Yeah,” she said. “That’s what I thought.”

She didn’t leave.

She just stood there, eyes moving between us, waiting to see what we would do next.