Day sixty felt like the mist had finally decided to settle permanently over Willow Creek. The house on Maple Lane was quiet again, but the quiet now had a sharp edge to it. Amina’s texts were coming almost every day, and each one carried more of Noah’s name than the last.
Elias woke me the same way he had every morning since she’d gone back to school: curled tight around me from behind, one hand already between my thighs, fingers pushing his c*m from the night before deeper inside me while he whispered against my ear.
“Still so full of Daddy,” he growled softly. “My load from last night is still leaking out of this tight little p***y while my daughter is probably waking up next to texts from that Noah kid. Take it deeper, baby. Let me breed you again before I have to go pretend I’m not t
