I woke up with his dried c*m pulling tight between my thighs and my mother’s key already in the front door.
Cole had come back to my room at two. He hadn’t even taken his jeans all the way off. He’d shoved them to his thighs, rolled me onto my stomach, and f****d me face-down into my childhood pillow until I came with a mouthful of cotton. He’d finished in me again and told me not to wipe it out.
I hadn’t.
Mom called from the kitchen like nothing in the house had changed.
“Sienna? Breakfast!”
I pulled on sleep shorts and a hoodie. No panties. His load had leaked while I slept and gone tacky on my skin. When I sat down across from him at the same table he’d bent me over eight hours ago, I felt it smear against the chair.
Mom set plates down, kissed the top of his head, and talked abou
