Marissa.

“You up?”

Reid said it from the doorway like he had not just texted the same words two minutes ago. He stood there in the dark looking at me on the bed, sheet kicked down, Barrett’s cum still wet on my thighs. He did not pretend he could not see it.

I sat up and pulled the sheet to my waist. It did not help. My nipples were still tight and my pussy was still open from his father.

“Barrett was just here,” I said.

Reid’s mouth twitched. “I know. The whole hallway smells like it.”

He did not come closer yet. He leaned against the frame and looked...