Kent laid in Riley’s bed for a few minutes after she slammed the bathroom door shut, replaying the events of the morning. What did she mean? A slippery slope?
She’s scared, Pax muttered. She’s always a little scared of us.
Kent frowned. That was true, but why?
He finally rolled out of the bed, deciding it would be best to be out of the room before she came back out. He reached up to scratch his chin when he froze. His index finger smelled of her s*x, right where he had touched her. He could almost feel the way she had arched into his touch.
He huffed. He was hard again. He adjusted himself and headed to his room.
After some manual relief in the shower, Kent brushed his hair back from his face and threw on a pair of gray joggers and a black sweatshirt. He ambled down to the sitting r
