Riley's POV

The next morning, I could barely walk. My pussy was sore, swollen, and still leaking cum.

I'd fucked two of them. And Caleb—the one who'd started this whole thing—hadn't touched me yet.

I knew he was pissed. I could see it in the way he looked at me during breakfast. Dark. Possessive. Furious.

After lunch, he cornered me in the storage room.

"We need to talk."

"Caleb."

He pressed me against the wall, his body caging me in. "You fucked Owen. Then you fucked Mason. And I had to watch. Had to smell them on you."

"I thought you said you could share."

"I lied." His hand slid...