Chapter 11
Lena's POV
The weekend had barely begun, and I was already addicted.
Julian and Oliver had taken me twice more after the shower—once on the kitchen island while I tried to make coffee, and again bent over the balcony railing with the ocean roaring below.
My body ached in the most delicious way, covered in faint marks and dried c*m. We were lounging in the living room, half-dressed, when my phone buzzed on the coffee table.
Mom’s name lit up the screen. I exchanged a quick glance with Julian and Oliver before answering the speaker.
“Hey, Mom. Made it safe?”
“Lena, honey.” Her voice sounded tense, even through the phone. “Listen, I’ve been thinking… The house is big, and with me gone all weekend, I’d feel better if someone was there with you. I asked Ava to swing by and s
