The Next morning brought the same misty rain that seemed to have settled permanently over Willow Creek. The house on Maple Lane felt both too quiet and too loud at the same time — every creak reminded us we were alone again, but every notification on Elias’s phone reminded us Amina was building a life four hours away that now included someone named Noah.
Elias woke me the way he had every morning since she left: curled tightly 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 dripping with 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 thinking about that Noah kid. Take it deeper, bab
