Callie's POV
Jenna and I stepped into the sitting room, the soft glow from the lamp casting warm shadows across the familiar clutter of throw pillows and the half-read books on the coffee table.
My body still thrummed with the aftershocks of what had happened in the storage shed, a secret heat lingering between my thighs, but I pushed it down, focusing on the normalcy of the moment.
Jenna flopped onto the couch, pulling out her phone with a grin.
“Okay, fast food time, what are we craving? Pizza? Burgers? Or should we go wild and get those spicy wings from that place downtown?”
I sank beside her, crossing my legs to stem the subtle trickle I felt, which was his c*m, warm and insistent, reminding me of every thrust.
“Wings sound good, but maybe add some fries. I'm starving after.
