Anita’s pov

“You’re still out here,” I said when I slipped back onto the porch twenty minutes later, naked under the towel I had only wrapped for the walk through the house.

The windows upstairs stayed dark. Leah’s soft snoring drifted down once when I passed the hallway and then nothing.

Marcus stood by the railing where he had fucked me earlier, jeans open again, cock already half hard in his hand like he had been stroking it while he waited.

He looked at me and didn’t tell me to go back inside. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Neither could I. Your cum was still leaking out of me every time I moved.”...