Rilley’s pov

“It’s full dark now,” I said, still standing naked by the railing with his cum drying in thick streaks down my thighs.

The yard lights were off. The house behind us stayed completely black.

Grant had pulled the towel back around his waist but it did nothing to hide the way he kept staring at the mess between my legs.

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a long breath that sounded almost defeated. “This ends tonight, Rilley. I mean it this time. We go inside, we clean up, we pretend none of this happened when your mother gets home.”

I turned to face him...