RILEY.

The morning sun filtered through the cabin windows, but the heat between my thighs had nothing to do with the weather. I could still feel Jax’s cum dried on the inside of my thighs from last night. Every step reminded me of how deep he’d fucked me against the cabin wall.

I walked into the kitchen wearing tiny sleep shorts and a thin tank top with no bra. Roland was at the table eating cereal, scrolling on his phone. Jax stood by the counter pouring coffee, his back muscles flexing under his tight black t-shirt.

“Morning, sis,” Roland said without looking up. “You look like you didn’t sleep much.”...