CHAPTER 0035- Old and New

Elias left early for a two-day work trip.

He told me the night before, voice even, eyes steady on mine while he packed a small bag. “I’ll be back Thursday night. Don’t do anything you’ll have to confess when I walk through the door.”

I nodded. He kissed me hard enough to leave my mouth tingling, then left.

The house felt too quiet after the garage door closed.

By noon the quiet had turned into restlessness. I told myself I was just bored. That the ache he’d left between my legs the day before was the only reason my skin felt too tight. I lasted until one-thirty before I picked up my phone.

Jake answered on the second ring.

“Didn’t think I’d hear from you,” he said.

“Are you free?”

A pause. “When?”

“Now. And… I might not be alone.”

Another pause, longer. Then a low, interested sound. “Text me the address again.”

I did. Then I opened the conversation with Jenna.

**Riley:** Are you working today?

**Jenna:** Off at two. Why?

**Riley:** Come over after. Someone else will be here too.

She didn’t ask questions. Just sent a time.

Jake arrived first. He stepped inside looking wary and hungry at the same time, eyes moving over me like he was checking for damage from the last time. I was only wearing one of Elias’s shirts. He noticed.

“You sure about this?” he asked.

“Yes.”

I kissed him before he could say anything else. He made a surprised sound into my mouth, then kissed back harder, hands already sliding under the shirt to grip my ass. We barely made it to the couch. He had the shirt unbuttoned and his mouth on my breast when the doorbell rang again.

Jenna stood on the porch in jeans and a soft sweater, hair down, eyes bright with curiosity. When she saw Jake behind me — shirt rumpled, lips slightly swollen — her eyebrows lifted.

“So that’s the someone else.”

“Yeah.”

She stepped inside, shut the door, and looked between us. No jealousy. Just heat and interest. “Okay then.”

I didn’t bother with more talking.

I pulled Jenna in by the front of her sweater and kissed her. She tasted like mint and something faintly sweet. Jake watched for a second, then moved in behind me, mouth on my neck, hands sliding the shirt off my shoulders until it pooled at my elbows. Jenna’s hands found my bare waist. The three of us tangled there in the entryway, mouths and hands moving without much plan.

We ended up in the living room.

I got Jenna out of her clothes first, pushing her down onto the couch and spreading her thighs. She was already wet when I dragged my tongue through her. The soft, broken sound she made went straight through me. Jake knelt behind me, shoved my shirt the rest of the way off, and licked a slow stripe up my center while I ate her out. The dual sensation made my arms shake.

“Fuck,” Jake muttered against me. “You’re dripping.”

I moaned into Jenna and pushed two fingers inside her. She rocked down onto them, one hand in my hair, the other gripping the cushion. Jake matched my rhythm with his tongue on my clit, steady and filthy. When Jenna came it was with her thighs tight around my ears and my name in her mouth. The sound of it made Jake groan and suck harder on me until I followed, shaking against his face.

We barely gave ourselves time to recover.

Jake sat back against the arm of the couch and pulled me into his lap facing him. I sank down onto his cock in one slow slide, the stretch pulling a gasp from my throat. Jenna climbed up beside us, knelt on the cushion, and kissed me while I rode him. Her hand slid between our bodies to rub my clit. Jake’s hands gripped my ass, helping me move, eyes flicking between my face and Jenna’s fingers working me.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he said, voice rough.

Jenna smiled against my mouth and kissed me deeper. I came again with Jake buried inside me and her fingers on my clit, clenching hard enough that he cursed and had to still my hips.

“Switch,” Jenna said, breathless.

I lifted off Jake and let her take my place. She sank down onto him with a low moan, head falling back. I watched for a moment — the way her body took him, the flush on her chest — then moved behind her. I reached around, cupped her breasts, and pinched her nipples while she rode him. Jake’s eyes met mine over her shoulder, dark and glazed.

I slid one hand down her stomach and rubbed her clit in tight circles. She came fast, shaking, and Jake followed a few strokes later with a broken sound, holding her down through it.

We collapsed in a sweaty, tangled heap on the couch. For a while the only sound was breathing and the occasional soft laugh.

Then Jenna shifted, looked at me, and said, “I’m not done with you.”

She wasn’t.

She pushed me onto my back on the rug, spread my legs, and ate me out with slow, thorough focus while Jake recovered enough to stroke himself watching us. When I was close she pulled back, wiped her mouth, and nodded at him.

“Your turn.”

Jake flipped me onto my hands and knees. He pushed into me from behind in one thrust while Jenna knelt in front of me and fed me her fingers, still slick from earlier. The angle made every stroke hit deep. Jenna’s free hand tangled in my hair, holding me in place while she fucked my mouth with her fingers. I came hard like that — full of him, tasting her — and the orgasm pulled a muffled cry out of me.

Jake didn’t last much longer. He pulled out and finished across my lower back with a rough groan.

Afterward we lay there on the floor in a messy pile of limbs and cooling sweat. Jenna traced idle patterns on my arm. Jake stared at the ceiling like he was still processing.

“Your boyfriend’s going to kill me if he ever finds out,” he said eventually.

I didn’t correct the word *boyfriend*. I just closed my eyes and felt the ache between my legs, the stickiness on my skin, the quiet of the house wrapping around the three of us.

“He’s not here,” I said.

Jenna huffed a soft laugh. “For now.”

We cleaned up slowly. Shared a bottle of water from the fridge. Jenna got dressed first, kissed me once at the door — lingering, deliberate — and left with a small smile. Jake lingered longer. At the door he looked at me like he wanted to say something complicated, then settled for a quieter, “Don’t disappear on me again.”

“I won’t.”

He left.

I stood in the entryway after the door closed, naked under the afternoon light, the smell of sex still thick in the living room. My body felt used in the best way. My mind felt quieter than it had in days.

I showered. Changed the couch covers. Opened the windows.

Then I sat on the clean cushion, checked the time, and calculated how many hours I had left before Elias walked back through that door.

The secret sat warm and heavy in my chest.

This time I already knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it.