CHAPTER 5
Riley's POV
The next morning, I could barely walk. My p***y was sore, swollen, and still leaking c*m.
I'd f****d two of them. And Caleb—the one who'd started this whole thing—hadn't touched me yet.
I knew he was pissed. I could see it in the way he looked at me during breakfast. Dark. Possessive. Furious.
After lunch, he cornered me in the storage room.
"We need to talk."
"Caleb."
He pressed me against the wall, his body caging me in. "You f****d Owen. Then you f****d Mason. And I had to watch. Had to smell them on you."
"I thought you said you could share."
"I lied." His hand slid up my thigh, under my shorts. "I can't f*****g share you. Every time I think about their c***s inside you, I want to break something."
"Then why agree to it?"
"Because losing you wasn't an
