I Let Him Ruin My Ass (5)
The next time came too fast.
Amber had invited me to tag along for a quick errand. I didn’t want to go — not because of her, but because I already knew Nat would be there. He always found a way to be. And I was still sore from the last time I saw him… both in body and in pride.
Still, I obeyed. No panties.
I wore the same sundress, light and loose, easy to pull up if — no, when — he decided to check.
In the car, he sat in the front while Amber drove. I sat in the back alone, thighs clenched together, trying to think about literally anything else.
But the heat between my legs was maddening. It had been days. No texts. No secret calls. Just that note and the silence that came after.
I didn’t know if I should be relieved or angry. But the second we arrived at
