Rilley’s pov

“We’re back,” I said the second Grant pulled into the driveway and killed the engine.

My shorts were still damp from his fingers and the long way home had only made it worse.

The house looked the same from the outside, big and quiet, but everything inside me felt different.

He didn’t answer right away. He just sat there with both hands on the wheel, breathing a little harder than normal. “Go inside. I’ll be in a minute.”

I ignored that and waited for him on the porch. When he finally got out I could see the thick outline still pressed against the front of his jeans. He...