Hailey stirred awake in the tangled sheets of the Raymonds' guest room, her body aching in the best possible ways.
The morning light filtered through half-drawn curtains, casting a soft glow over the rumpled bed.
She was alone now—Tessa and Rayden had slipped out earlier, murmuring something about coffee and breakfast downstairs, while Donald had left with a wink and a promise to text her.
The air still carried the faint musk of their night together, a reminder of the wild abandon they'd all shared.
Her skin tingled with the echoes of touches: Tessa's soft lips on her neck, Rayden's firm grip on her hips, Donald's powerful thrusts that had left her breathless.
She sat up slowly, wincing at the soreness between her legs. Her p***y felt tender, swollen from the repeated poundings, a
