All Chapters of Mummies and their Badboys: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Balcony Across the Street💧💦😜“We’re not waiting until Monday,” Dominic said. “We’re finding this bastard tonight.”I stared at the photo on my phone. Me bent over the couch. His hands on my hips. Everything sharp and clear. “How? We don’t even know which balcony.”Dominic walked to the wall of glass and scanned the building across the street. “The top three floors have an angle. Lights are off in most of them. One unit still has a dim lamp. Third floor down from the top, second window from the left.”I moved beside him. The lamp was small, almost hidden behind a curtain. “Could be nothing.”“Could be everything.” He turned to me. “Get dressed. Something dark. We’re going over there.”I pulled on black leggings and a long sweater, skipping underwear because there wasn’t time and because his cum was still sliding down my thighs. Dominic stayed in the uniform shirt and pants. We took the private elevator down to the garage. His personal car—an old black Mustang that didn’t belong to t

Lawn Mower and Late-Day Heat💦💧🫦“You’re doing it wrong.”I stepped out onto the back porch with a glass of iced tea, bare feet on the warm wood. Cole looked up from the lawn mower, sweat already darkening the front of his gray T-shirt. Twenty-three. Tall. Tattoos down one arm. The kind of smile that made divorced women forget they were supposed to be careful.“Am I?” he asked, wiping his forehead with the back of his wrist. “Looks fine to me.”“You’re cutting too close to the flower beds. I just replanted those.”He shut the mower off. The sudden quiet felt heavy. Late-afternoon sun turned the grass gold. My tank top stuck to my skin from the heat. I should have gone back inside. Instead I walked down the steps and handed him the glass.Cole took it, drank half in one go, then looked at me over the rim. “Are you always this bossy with the help, Lena?”“Only when the help doesn’t listen.”He grinned, set the glass on the porch rail, and stepped closer. Close enough that I could smel

Ex-Husband at the Gate💦🫦💧“Lena? You out back?”Mark’s voice was ten steps from the corner. Cole still stood naked in the grass, cock shiny with me and Helen. Helen was on her knees, silver hair loose, my cum-slick face and hers both marked. My shorts were somewhere in the dirt.I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.Cole’s hand closed around the back of my neck. “Stay right here. Both of you.”Mark rounded the fence.He stopped dead.For a long second the only sound was a distant lawn mower two streets over. Mark’s eyes moved from my bare tits to the cum drying on my chin, to Helen’s naked body, to Cole’s still-hard cock.“What the fuck?”Cole didn’t flinch. “Evening, Mark.”Mark’s face went red. “That’s my wife…”“Ex-wife,” Cole corrected. “And right now she’s full of my cum. So is your neighbor. You want to stand there and yell, or you want to watch me finish what I started?”Helen stayed on her knees, breathing hard, eyes wide but not moving away. I should have covered myself. I

Knock on the Bridal Door💧💦🫦“Victoria? It’s me. You disappeared. Everything alright in there?”Roman’s cock was still buried inside me, thick and twitching. Cum had already leaked out around him onto the white duvet. My rehearsal dress lay in a heap on the floor. The diamond on my finger caught the light every time my hand trembled.Roman’s mouth brushed my ear. “Answer him.”I swallowed. “I’m fine. Just… needed a minute. The champagne went to my head.”Silence on the other side of the door. Then my fiancé’s voice, warm and concerned. “Want me to come in? You sounded flushed earlier.”Roman rolled his hips, slow and deliberate. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning.“No,” I managed. “I’m changing. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”Another pause. “Alright. Don’t take too long. Everyone’s asking for you.”His footsteps moved away down the hall.Roman didn’t pull out. He stayed deep, one hand braced beside my head, the other sliding between us to rub my clit in tight circles

Lights Out Means Nothing💧💦🫦“Lights out means lights out, Jax.”I shoved his bedroom door open without knocking. The lamp was still burning. Bass thumped from the cheap speaker on his desk. Jax sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but black boxers, phone in one hand, looking at me like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.He’s nineteen, tall with lean muscle from street fights more than any gym. A thin scar cut through his left eyebrow. The state had dropped him on my doorstep six months ago because no one else would take a delinquent with his record. My rules were simple. Bed by eleven. No music after ten. Door stays closed. He broke every single one on purpose.“Couldn’t sleep,” he said. That lazy, filthy smirk. “Kept thinking about the way your robe kept falling open after dinner.”I stepped inside and shut the door hard enough to rattle the frame. “You don’t get to talk to me like that. This is my house. My rules. Phone off. Lights off. Now.”He stood. The boxers did nothi