~Elena~
“Holy f**k, he’s hot today. Go. But text us everything later.” Zia said as she pushed me.
Raina nodded, eyes wide as saucers. “Yeah, and if it’s weird, scream or something. We’ll come running.”
I managed a weak nod, my legs feeling like jelly as I detached from them and started walking toward him.
Each step made my sore p***y throb harder, a mix of last night’s aftermath and this fresh wave of… whatever the hell this was.
Adrenaline? Fear? Arousal? All of the above, probably.
He didn’t say anything else until I was close enough to smell his cologne—something expensive and woodsy. “Follow me,” he said, turning on his heel without waiting to see if I would.
I did, of course. What else was I gonna do? Run? Part of me wanted to, but the bigger part—the filthy, curious part—w
