I was already on my knees when the door opened.
11:52. No clothes. The tank top from last night was on the floor where I’d dropped it. My hands rested on my thighs the way I’d pictured them telling me to wait—palms up, knees spread just enough that the cool air touched how wet I already was. I hadn’t touched myself. I’d tried twice. Both times I’d stopped with my fingers hovering, Mateo’s voice in my head, the threat sharp enough to make my cunt clench around nothing. The sheets still smelled like them. My phone sat dark on the nightstand. Mom had texted an hour ago that her shift was running long. She wouldn’t be home until morning.
The hinges creaked. Julian stepped in first, already bare-chested, sweats low. Mateo filled the doorway behind him, bigger, slower, eyes dropping straight t
