I was already dripping when I heard the lock turn.
Mom had left twenty minutes earlier for her overnight shift. The house was supposed to be empty except for me. I’d locked my bedroom door, stripped out of everything but an old tank top, and stretched out on the bed with two fingers buried between my legs. The thin cotton was shoved up under my t**s. My other hand worked my c**t in tight, messy circles. I’d been thinking about the way Julian had looked at me over breakfast—shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips, the thick outline of his c**k impossible to ignore while he poured coffee and asked if I needed anything. Mateo had stood behind him, one big hand resting on Julian’s waist, watching me with the same quiet heat.
The front door opened and closed. Heavy footsteps crossed the living
