She pulled me off the couch like she hated me for it.
The shirt came up. My mouth found her breast through nothing, then skin, and Claire clapped a hand over her own lips so the house would not hear. I backed her into the dark of the hallway, then through her bedroom door she had left open, then onto the bed she had sworn was only hers.
“Last time,” she whispered again.
I got on my knees on her mattress and pulled the shirt the rest of the way off. She was shaking. Straight. Nate’s. Wet enough that when I put my mouth between her legs she jerked like I had stung her and then grabbed my hair instead of pushing me off.
“Rae—f**k—”
I licked her through it. Slow, then greedy. She tasted like the shower and the lie. Her thighs closed on my ears. I held them open and sucked her c**t until h
