—THREE DAYS LATER, NIGHT—
For the three days Ava's mum was away, they f****d like they had been starved for years; maybe they were. From the bedroom, to the kitchen counter, down to the laundry room, they f****d literally everywhere in the house.
By the third night they ended up in the master bedroom.
James had pulled her in there after dinner, the same room he shared with her mother, the big bed still neatly made from the morning. The thought of it should have stopped them. It only made everything sharper. Ava stood at the foot of the bed while he closed the door and locked it, even though no one else was in the house.
He turned to face her, already pulling his shirt off. “Get on the bed.”
She climbed up, kneeling in the middle of the mattress. James stripped the rest of the way, c**
