LILA

The flashlight beam swept left, then right, missing us by inches.

Noah’s hand stayed clamped over my mouth. His body pressed me harder against the tree, cock still half-hard and shiny with our mixed cum, the thick head resting against my sticky inner thigh. Every breath I took pulled the scent of sex and bruised apples into my lungs. My dress was still bunched at my waist. His jeans were around his ankles. One wrong step and Uncle Ray would see everything—my cousin’s load leaking out of me, the red marks his fingers had left on my hips, the way my pussy was still fluttering open and wet.

“Lila?...