Tha day felt different. The rain had finally eased into a soft mist, and the house on Maple Lane was quiet again — too quiet. Amina had been gone for almost twenty-four hours, and her last text from the road still sat on Elias’s phone like it was burning a hole through it: “Made it back safe. Noah helped me carry my stuff up to the dorm. He’s sweet. Talk soon.”
Elias had read that message three times already this morning.
He woke me the same way he had every morning since she left — wrapped around me from behind, one arm across my chest, the other hand already between my thighs, two fingers pushing his c*m from the night before deeper inside me while he whispered against my ear.
“Still so full of Daddy,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep and something sharper. “My load from last nigh
