Chapter 2 – Blindfold
the tequila is hitting harder now. three rounds in and the living room feels smaller, warmer, the candle flames jumping every time thunder rumbles outside. riley’s cheeks are flushed, not just from the shots, her tank top straps keep slipping off one shoulder and she doesn’t bother fixing them. jake’s sweats are doing a s**t job hiding anything anymore; the outline of his c**k is thick and obvious whenever he shifts. sam is still straddling his lap from that kiss, hasn’t climbed off yet. her wet hoodie is half-zipped, sports bra peeking, n*****s still hard points.
riley clears her throat. voice comes out huskier than she means. “my turn.”
sam looks over her shoulder at riley, lips still shiny. “hit me.”
riley leans forward, elbows on knees, candlelight cat
