Dinner was steak and a laptop aimed at Cade’s end of the table.
Mom’s face filled the screen at seven-thirty on the dot, a hotel room behind her, new husband waving.
“There’s my girl. Are they being good to you?”
I was on my knees under the wood.
Reid’s c**k was on my tongue. He’d already pushed to the back of my throat once and pulled back so I wouldn’t gag into the call. My eyes watered toward the grain. My dress was around my waist. Knox’s hand was in my hair, steering, while Cade smiled at the camera like a man hosting family.
“She’s settling in,” Cade said. “Quiet. Helpful.”
Reid pushed deeper. I swallowed around him and made no sound. Spit ran off my chin onto my t**s.
Mom asked about the pool. About whether I needed anything shipped. I had to surface enough to answer.
Knox p
