Chapter 4.
Fridge.
The sight of Vincent’s a*s clenched, grabbing onto a moaning Sadie, made blood rush to my c**k.
I expected to feel anger, envy. But instead, I wanted to strip down and join them in the steam-filled room.
Vincent lowered Sadie and they both turned around.
It was Vincent’s hard c**k I noticed first, then the way Sadie took his hand and pulled him out of the shower stall and into the bathroom.
She glanced up at me and bit her lip nervously. I wanted to kiss her. Hold her.
Fuck her brains out.
“Vincent and I were bonding,” Sadie explained.
Vincent grimaced and glanced down at his distended d**k. “Well, we were trying to.”
Sadie glanced up at Vincent’s face. “Yeah... we didn’t really get to start.” She looked back at us, then raised an eyebrow. “Do you guys wanna jo
