Jake was still there, lounging in the kitchen with that casual slouch of his, sipping coffee like nothing changed but everything has, since yesterday. My cheeks burnt just thinking about it, how he'd walked in on me in my room, legs spread wide, that thick dildo buried deep in my p***y.
I shook it off, trying to act normal as I grabbed a bowl from the cabinet for some cereal. Jake glanced at me, his gaze lingering a second too long on my tank top and shorts before he sets his mug down with a thud.
“Gonna head to the garage,” he muttered, voice rough. “Got some s**t to fix on my bike.”
He didn't even wait for me to reply, just brushed past me, his arm grazing mine and sending a jolt straight to my p***y. I watched him go, the door of the front door swinging shut behind him.
The morning
