Chapter 4
Evie’s POV
“Oh s**t he’s coming back already,” I whispered, my heart still pounding from the way Luke had just emptied himself deep inside me.
We scrambled fast on the couch, my legs shaky as hell as I yanked my shorts and panties back up my thighs, feeling his warm c*m leaking out and soaking the fabric right away.
My p***y throbbed with that freshly f****d ache, swollen and sensitive, making every little movement send sparks up my spine.
Luke stuffed his still half-hard c**k back into his jeans and pulled his shirt down, both of us breathing hard and flushed when the kitchen door opened.
Harlan stepped into the living room, phone still in his hand, and paused.
His eyes flicked over us, taking in my messy hair and the way my tank top was crooked, Luke’s arm still dra
