Jake’s POV
The bedroom door swings open, and every thought in my head evaporates.
Adison sits on my bed. Waiting. Her body wrapped in delicate black lace that leaves nothing to imagination and everything to worship. The fabric clings to curves I've memorized with my hands, my mouth, my dreams.
The candlelight caught every curve, every dip, every shadow I’d fantasized about fucking into oblivion.
Her tits were pushed up, spilling out of that top like they were begging for my mouth. Her nipples strained against the fabric, hard little peaks screaming for attention.
And her thighs—fuck, her thighs were parted just enough to give me a glimpse of the wetness waiting for me between them.
"I've missed you." Her voice is low. Certain. "I can't endure the distance anymore, Jake."
I don't move. Can't.
But my cock throbbed in my jeans, twitching like it was trying to break free. I was still caked in stable dirt, smelling like sweat and hay, and yet here she was, looking like the fucking goddess of temptation.
Her eyes locked on mine, and I swear I could feel her stripping me bare with her gaze.
"Adison—"
She rises from the bed in one fluid motion, crossing the space between us before I can finish the thought. Her fingers find my shirt buttons, working them open with practiced efficiency.
"Wait." I catch her wrists, but the grip is weak. Unconvincing. "I just came from the stables. I need to shower first."
Her smile curves against my jaw. "Then let's shower."
She takes my hand, leading me toward the bathroom like she owns me, and fuck, maybe she does.
Steam fills the tiny space within seconds, and she is peeling that flimsy lace off, revealing every inch of her perfection.
Her tits bounce free, her nipples tight and begging for my tongue. Her hips sway as she steps into the shower, the water cascading down her body, slicking her skin like she is coated in sin.
I follow her in, the hot water hitting my back as I pressed her against the cool tile. Her gasp was fucking music to my ears—heat from the water, cold from the wall, and my cock throbbing between us like it is ready to explode.
"I need you." she whispers, her voice breaking with desperation. "Now. Please."
I lift her effortlessly, her thighs wrapping around my waist, and then I am plunging into her. Her pussy is so tight, so wet, it ss like slipping into heaven.
A groan rips out of me, raw and primal, as I start fucking her hard and deep, the rhythm fuels by weeks of pent-up need.
"God, I missed this." I groan, my hips slamming into hers. "Missed you so damn much."
"Harder." Her back arches off the tile. "Don't hold back."
I don't. Can't. Every thrust drives deeper, faster, until she is trembling in my arms, her moans echoing off the tile. Steam swirles around us like a fucking erotic haze, and I can feel her pussy clenching around me, pulling me closer to the edge.
"Right there." She's trembling now, close. "Jake, I'm going to—"
"Let go." I angle my hips, hitting the spot that makes her cry out. "I've got you."
She shatters around me, her body clenching tight, my name spilling from her lips like a prayer. I follow seconds later, burying myself deep as release crashes through me in waves.
We stay tangled together under the water. Breathing hard. Hearts pounding against each other.
"I love you." She whispers it against my throat. "I never stopped."
"I know." I press my lips to her wet hair. "I know."
Afterward, we stumble back toward the bedroom. Still dripping. Still desperate to touch.
I push through the door first.
And stop dead.
Violet waits on the sheets, stretched across the bed like a goddamn feast. Her black lace matches Adison’s, her dark hair fans out across the pillow, and her hungry eyes devour every inch of my naked body like she is starving.
“What—” I start, but Adison’s hand slides down my chest from behind, her lips brushing my ear.
“Do you have enough left for both of us?” she purrs.
This isn't right.
But then two sets of hands are on me—Adison’s familiar touch working my shoulders, Violet’s foreign fingers trailing down my stomach toward my cock, which is already perking back up like I hadn’t just come.
They guide me backward onto the mattress, pinning me between them. Violet’s mouth found my neck, sucking a mark I’d have to explain, while Adison’s hand wraps around my shaft, stroking with practiced expertise.
“Relax,” Adison whispers, her voice dripping with honeyed command. “Let us take care of you.”
Violet’s tongue traces down my chest, her lips closing around my nipple, sucking hard as Adison’s thumb circles the tip of my cock. Pleasure and confusion bleed together until reality fractures at the edges, splintering into something that makes no sense—
I jolt awake.
Darkness. My bedroom. The familiar shapes of furniture emerging from shadow.
A dream. Just a dream.
Relief floods through me, chased immediately by the wrongness crawling up my spine. Something is off. Something—
A hand moves against my chests beneath the sheets. Stroking. Deliberate.
"I knew you wanted me." The whisper curls through darkness, honey-sweet and triumphant. "You're already hard."
Not Adison.
Violet.
Horror replaces arousal so fast I nearly choke. My hand shoots down, seizing her wrist with bruising force.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" The words come out low. Dangerous.