Tiffany’s POV
Travis dropped Ricky and I back at my house since we were both drunk.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” He asked me.
I poked a finger in his chest, “no. Because then we’ll end up having sex.” Then I let out a loud laugh.
He rolled his eyes and pulled me in for a hug, “be careful. Call me if he’s acting weird.”
“Yes, daddy.” I giggled.
He patted the top of my head and got back in his car to leave.
I grabbed Ricky by the hand, pulled him into my house, and dragged him to the couch where I sat him down.
“I have more drinks, shh, don’t tell Travis.” I giggled uncontrollably as I stumbled away to find some more alcohol.
I was trying to reach for a bottle on top of the fridge when I felt warm hands on my bare waist where my shirt had risen. Ricky maneuvered me o
