CHAPTER 2
MIA
I wake up to the sound of my own moan.
Soft, warm, wet heat between my thighs, a slow, deliberate tongue swirling over my c**t like it has all the time in the world. My eyes are still closed, but I know exactly who it is before I even look.
Jonah.
“Morning, gorgeous,” he murmurs against me, voice rough with sleep and mischief. His hands are under my ass, lifting me to his mouth like I’m breakfast. “Couldn’t wait.”
I try to say something—anything—but all that comes out is a broken whimper as he sucks my c**t between his lips and flicks it with the tip of his tongue. My back arches off the mattress, fingers twisting in the sheets.
That’s when I realize we’re not alone.
I blink my eyes open and there’s Cal, leaning against the doorframe in nothing but low-slung sweatpant
