They came back the next night. And the night after that. And every night Emily stayed on campus.
Jake’s texts never changed—Be ready. Naked.—and I always was. Doors unlocked. Lights low. Body already throbbing. My husband was still “traveling.” Emily still believed her boyfriend was buried in the library. The lie held because I needed it to hold, because the second the door closed and those hard young bodies filled my living room I stopped being Claire the invisible wife and became the team’s secret, dripping toy.
By the third night there were eight of them.
They didn’t waste time with soft kisses or sweet words. Hoodies and sweats hit the floor the moment the lock clicked. c***s already thick and leaking. Hands already on me—pulling my hair, spreading my ass, pinching my n*****s until
