Jake’s voice filled the dark room.

“Babe? You okay? The weather looks crazy out there. Did you make it somewhere safe?”

Riley’s fingers stayed buried deep inside Maya, curled against that spot that made her thighs twitch. She began a slow, deliberate rhythm—in, out, in—while her thumb circled Maya’s swollen clit in lazy, possessive strokes. Maya’s free hand flew up to cover her own mouth.

“I—yeah,” Maya managed, voice shaky. “We found a motel. Power’s still on. We’re fine.”

Riley smiled against her neck and pushed a third finger in, stretching her open. The wet sound was quiet but unmistakable in the silence between Jake’s words. Maya’s hips jerked. She...