I woke up to the low rumble of voices coming from downstairs. Alex and Blake. Even half-asleep I could hear the edge in their tones, sharp little snaps, not quite yelling but definitely pissed, and my heart gave a quick, excited thud. They were fighting about me, about who got to f**k me first, who got more of me, and who I moaned louder for. A bit childish, but I absolutely loved it.
I bit my lip and smiled into the dark bedroom. The storm I’d started was finally cracking open, and I wanted to be right in the eye of it, soaked and spinning.
I rolled out of bed without bothering with panties or a bra. My whole body felt used, good used. There were little purple fingerprints on the insides of my thighs, a bite mark on the side of my left breast that still stung when I brushed it, and bet
