ANITA

Festus’s words hung in the living room like smoke. I stood there between them, dress still wrinkled from the car, Maddox’s cum slowly sliding down my inner thigh. My body felt used in the best and worst ways, sore and satisfied and buzzing with leftover need.

“What truth?” I asked, crossing my arms. The motion made my sensitive nipples brush against the thin fabric and I had to fight not to shiver.

Maddox shot Festus a hard look. “Festus. Not now.”

Festus just smiled that same knowing smile from the pool table night. “She’s paying the debt, man. Might as well know the full terms.”

I looked between them....