Chapter 3
Ava’s POV
“We’re good, Mom,” I called , keeping my voice as steady as I could even though Cade’s c**k was still pressed thick and hot against my palm and my p***y was still fluttering from how hard I’d just come on his tongue.
“We’re wiped out up here, the drive was long. Save the brownies for breakfast, yeah? Night!”
Cade’s mouth was right against my ear, his breath ragged.
“Tell her you locked the door already,” he whispered, low and rough, his fingers still buried two knuckles deep inside me, slowly pumping like he couldn’t stop even while we lied to her.
I swallowed hard, thighs shaking around his wrist. “The door's locked too, Mom, don’t worry. We’ll see you in the morning.”
Her footsteps padded away down the hall, the creak of the stairs fading until the only sound
