Liam came home at 3:17 smelling like the tailor’s shop and cologne.
I met him in the kitchen in a clean sundress, smile fixed, Cole’s c*m still warm and leaking around the thin cotton thong I’d put on after he left. Liam kissed me, hands on my waist, and told me the tux looked good. I nodded, asked about the fitting, and felt every small shift of my thighs remind me what was stuffed inside me. Cole walked in halfway through the conversation, grabbed a water from the fridge, and leaned against the counter like he hadn’t bent me over the guest bed two hours ago.
“Seating chart’s almost done,” he said, easy. His eyes flicked to me for half a second. “Aria’s been helpful.”
Liam smiled. “She’s the organized one. I’d be lost without her.”
I kept my face neutral. Under the dress my cunt clenc
