CHAPTER 5
BRIELLE
Later that night, Mom and Dad went to bed early again, claiming the long day at the lake wore them out completely. They kissed our cheeks goodnight and disappeared into the bedroom, door clicking shut soft behind them. The cabin fell quiet except for the crackle of the indoor fireplace Jake had built up, flames dancing warm and golden across the living room floor. We spread thick blankets right in front of it, the heat licking our skin as we sat close, beers forgotten on the coffee table.
Jake looked at me across the glow, eyes dark and hungry, his broad chest rising slow under his t-shirt. "Finally alone," he murmured, voice low and rough, crawling closer until his hand cupped my cheek. "Been hard all day thinking about you, Brielle. That tight p***y full of my cum."
