As Kieran lifted the last box from the back of the truck, the sun beat down on the estate like a voyeur, hot and unrelenting, casting long shadows over the gravel driveway.
His muscles flexed under the weight, his arms shining with sweat, veins thick and bulging.
The tight, sleeveless black tee clung to his chest, soaked with sweat between the valley of his pecs.
His jeans hung low on his hips, the thick print of his c**k stretching down one thigh—bold, undeniable, mouth-watering.
Susan watched from her window, heart slamming against her ribs, panties already damp. He wasn’t the boy who used to trail behind his mother anymore.
No—Kieran was a full-grown f*****g man now. And that c**k… God. She hadn’t even touched him yet, and she was already aching.
Down below, her daughter Arabell
