All Chapters of Make That P#ssy Wet (18+): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Megan’s POVBringing Stella back home felt like carrying something delicate. A step in the wrong direction and she might bend, or break, or disappear again. I kept on checking her, checking her breath, checking her eyes, checking the manner her fingers were curling in her lap in the passenger seat.But she no longer had a bewildered expression, nor was she so scared as before. Maybe because she knew she was with me. Maybe because she remembered me. That thought alone almost made me cry again.As I drove into the driveway she gazed about her with her eyes on the little house, as though she had never seen it. Maybe she had. Maybe she had not. Her memories were sewing together, sloppily making, like threads, awaiting to break.The porch light was on. And a man sat on the steps and elbows on his knees, striding between his hands as though he had been sitting there all hours.Jimmy.As soon as he spotted the lights in the cars, he stood.The second Stella stepped out, he froze.Then her br

Stella’s POVThe house was quiet again. Megan was in the kitchen blaring away chopping vegetables so that nothing seemed wrong. Jimmy had been in the living room feigning to watch television. And I was sitting on the eve of my bed attempting to breathe the unfamiliar tightness in my chest.The flickers now had ceased but the tension had not. I was too tight and my skin on me, and I thought my body was privy to something my mind was not providing me.I then picked up my phone, and went through the contacts that I barely knew. Most names meant nothing. Some felt like strangers who had once been important. I stopped at one.My Other Mom.The name alone confused me. My real mother had been gone for years. Who was this woman? Why would I save her like that?Before I could think further, my phone lit up.Incoming call: My Other Mom.My heart jumped.I hesitated, then answered.“Hello?”A familiar voice. Warm. Gentle. Sad. “Stella, darling.”I froze.“Is that you?” the voice asked softly.“I

Ferguson’s POVI entered the estate still buzzing with anger. The car belonging to my mother was in the drive-way. She had beaten me home. Good. I wanted answers.As I opened the door I was confronted by her, as she appeared in the sitting room, already flustered, but holding a handkerchief in one hand.“Ferguson,” she said softly. “You should not have rushed home like that. You are still tired.”I didn’t bother removing my coat.“You went to see her.”Her face fell instantly. “Yes. I did.”“She is still recovering,” I said, each word sharp. “She is confused. She is scared. She barely remembers anything. Why would you go to her now?”“Because I could not sit here wondering if she was alive,” she said, voice cracking. “You do not understand what it feels like. I needed to see her with my own eyes.”I closed the distance between us. “And what if your face triggered something too sharp for her mind? What if she panicked? What if she connected you to pain before anything else?”“She did n

Stella’s POVThe day felt ordinary for the first time in a long time. Megan was making breakfast, Jimmy was focused on an early match on the TV.Then the noise started.At first it was distant, like muffled thunder. Then it grew louder. Shouting. Clicking. Doors slamming. The unmistakable sound of a crowd gathering outside.Jimmy frowned and moved toward the window. “What the hell is that?”Megan went rigid. “No. No, no, no.”She ran to the front door and peeked through the curtain. Her entire face drained of color.“Reporters,” she whispered.I stood slowly. “Reporters? For what?”“Because you were missing,” she said. “Because you were found. Because this story is bigger than you think. Ferguson’s world is big, Stell. Loud. Messy.”Before I could respond, the shouting grew harsher.“Stella, look this way.”“Do you remember what happened?”“Is it true you were kidnapped?”“Who hurt you?”“Are you connected to the Hale scandal?”Flashlights started bursting through the window, white an

Stella’s POVI got up hearing low voices outside my hospital room. I was half waking, the wall was unintelligent, but the muted word found its way through the door like smoke.A woman whispered, "She was definitely targeted.”“Claudia might have arranged the reporters.”“I heard she was involved the night Stella disappeared.”“Keep it quiet. The girl is already fragile.”Claudia.The name struck me a blow through the breast.I awoke with too great a headache. The shouts were lost amid the walking away and only the one name rang relentlessly in my head.Claudia.Claudia.Claudia.It felt wrong. Sharp. Dangerous. Familiar in a terrifying way.There was a painful tightening of the throat.Why was the name like cold hands round my neck?I closed my palms to my eyebrows. "Why can I not remember..."Pictures flashed at the back of my eyes.A woman's perfume. Long hair. A smile that felt poisonous. The sound of something heavy striking the floor. My own voice crying out.Darkness.I gasped a