LOGINMAYA. “Don’t talk.” That was the last thing he said for ten minutes. Rain. Wipers. His come cooling on my thighs under the dress. Every time I shifted I felt it smear. I kept my knees together and it did not help. I could smell us in the cab. I could still feel where he had been. My phone buzzed once. I did not look. I knew it was Dad. Cole drove the speed limit like nothing in his truck was wrecked. His hand stayed on the wheel. The other sat on his thigh, the same hand that had been inside me, the same fingers that had held my jaw. I watched the houses start to look familiar and hated how close home was. Two streets out he slowed. “Unbuckle.” I unbuckled. He turned onto my block and parked under the dark tree two houses down, engine running, lights off. Dad’s porch light was on. The upstairs hall window too. He was waiting. Cole stared at the house, not at me. “This doesn’t happen again.” I nodded. My throat was tight. “You walk in. You say the party ran late. You say I p
MAYA. “Type it.” His fingers were still inside me. Two of them. Bent. Slow. My phone shook in my hand. I typed with my thumb. Close. Ten minutes. I hit send. The screen went dark. Cole took the phone and dropped it in the cup holder without looking away from my face. “Good girl.” He said it like it burned him. Then he shoved his seat back, hauled me across the console, and sat me in his lap facing him. My knees rammed the door and the wheel. The dress was a belt around my waist. His jeans were rough under my bare ass. “Cole. The windows.” “They’re fogged. Nobody’s out here.” He freed himself with one hand. I felt it slap up against me, thick and hot and already wet at the head. Bigger than I had let myself picture in my bed at night. I looked down. I should not have looked down. The sight of his cock against my shaved pussy, against the place his fingers had just been, made my stomach flip. “Last time I ask,” he said. “You want out of this truck, you say it now.” I took hi
MAYA.“Don’t move your hand.”That was all he said. His palm was still locked over my wrist under the dress, pressing my own fingers against my pussy like he was making me feel what I had started. The truck crawled down the dark road. Rain turned the windshield to a blur. I could hear myself breathing.“Cole.”“I heard you.”He did not take the highway. Trees closed in on both sides. No streetlights. Just his headlights and the slap of the wipers and the heat of his hand holding mine where I was soaked.He dragged my fingers once. Slow. Using them. Making me rub my own clit while he steered with the other hand. My hips lifted off the seat and a sound came out of me I had never made in front of him.“That’s what you wanted,” he said. “Say it.”“I wanted you to touch me.”“I am touching you. I’m making you do it.”He pushed my two fingers lower and slid them through my folds until they slipped inside me. Shallow. He held them there. I was so wet it made a small filthy noise under the dr
MAYA. “Your dad sent me. Get in.” Cole said it through the open window like he had every right to pull up at two in the morning and take me. Same black truck. Same voice that used to tell me to put a sweater on at cookouts. He did not smile. I was on Jenna’s porch with my heels dangling from two fingers and my dress glued to the backs of my thighs. I had already opened the Uber app. Then his headlights cut the yard and my stomach dropped like I had missed a step. “I can get home.” “You can get in the truck, Maya. Now.” I got in. The cab hit me first. His cologne. Leather. The mint gum he chewed when he drove at night. When I sat, the dress rode up so high I felt air on the lace between my legs. I tugged it once. It slid right back. He kept his eyes on the windshield while I did it, jaw locked, like looking would cost him something. “Buckle.” I buckled. The strap cut down between my breasts and flattened the thin fabric. My nipples were already tight from the night air. I saw
Sandra’s POV “Stay on your back. Blanket up. Do not make a sound.” Riley yanked the sheet over all three of us just as his footsteps hit the stairs. Rita never pulled her fingers out of me. She just slowed them down to these deep, filthy strokes that made my pussy squeeze around her knuckles. My husband stopped outside the bedroom door. “Sandra?” Rita curled her fingers and pressed that same spot Riley had found earlier. I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood. “I am in here,” I called. My voice came out wrecked. “Changing the sheets.” He tried the handle. It was locked. Riley had locked it when we first started. “Why is the door locked?” Rita leaned down and sucked my left nipple into her mouth under the blanket. Her tongue flicked it the exact way that always made my hips lift. Riley slid down my body at the same time, pushed my thighs apart, and put her mouth back on my clit like she had never left. I could feel every wet sound they made. I prayed he could n
Sandra’s POV “Open your legs wider, Mommy. I am not done tasting you.” Riley said it like an order. I was still shaking from the first orgasm and she did not care. She dragged me to the edge of the bed by my ankles, dropped to her knees on the floor, and buried her face between my thighs again. Her tongue went straight into me this time. Not teasing. Not circling. She pushed it inside my pussy as far as it would go and fucked me with it, wet and loud, while her nose rubbed my clit. I grabbed the sheets. “Riley. Slow down.” “No.” Rita climbed onto the bed behind my head, grabbed my wrists, and pinned them above me. Her bare pussy hovered over my mouth. “Your turn to eat,” she said. I turned my face. She followed, sat down on my lips, and started grinding. Her wetness smeared across my mouth and chin. I had no choice but to lick. She tasted sharp and sweet and I hated how fast my tongue remembered her. Riley added two fingers beside her tongue and started pumping. The stretch m
Ciara's POV I gulp. My legs are trembling. I'm breathing too fast. I can't look at him and not remember last night how I shamelessly came alive and gosh... My panties are sticky to my inner thighs. He puts his hands around my waist to settle me as he lowers his face to my chin, trailing his
Ciara's POV "Baby, must you go to work today?" I pout at Simon as we stood facing each other in the center of the room. "Of course I have to, darling, and you know that," he says impatiently. "It wouldn't tell well of me to sit at home a day after my dad's birthday celebration." I bit my l
CAIN'S POV I walked toward Ciara, but Simon quickly intercepted, running his hands all over her body and inquiring if she'd be okay. I step back. I had greeted my dad earlier and my mother wasn't even there. I think I'm done with this party too. I head downstairs to the first floor—still crowd
CAIN POV From the distance where I'm sitting, I watch Ciara tug a stray red lock behind her ears— the same nervous habit she had seven years ago. Some things about her never changed, not even after marrying my brother. She forces a fake smile as she bends to greet the guests, offering me an e







