“I missed you, baby.” Rachel turns to face me, tossing off her slip.

“Time for bed.” I guide her over, unable to disguise my distaste, which isn’t fair. It’s not her fault I’m borderline obsessed with fucking her daughter.

She smiles as she slips under the covers.

“Are you joining me?” She cocks her head, waiting for me.

Sighing, I turn off the light and get undressed.

“I want to suck your cock,” she announces in the dark.

“Later.” I get into bed, thankful she’s smashed. I easily remove her cold, clammy hands.

She mumbles something, then passes out, a loud snore the only sound in our room.

The fuck is going on with me?

I look up at the dark ceiling and replay dinner. I haven’t enjoyed a night like tonight ever. Not only is Raven smart, but she’s also got a sweetness combined with a sassy mouth that makes me want to kiss her, then spank her ass red.

I turn to look at Rachel. Even in the dark I can see her red clown lips. I roll her onto her side and reach for my pants on the floor, retrieving my phone.

Then I send a text that confirms my spot in hell, if you believe in that.

ME: Come to my room. NOW.

Three dots appear… then nothing as my cock gets hard at the thought of her trying to decide whether she’ll obey.

I grin and shoot her a text: Do you dare?

I toss my phone on the nightstand and wait for her.

She’ll come, because whether she likes it or not, were both obsessed.

Sick, really.

But fuck it. No one’s perfect.

Chapter Fifteen

RAVEN

JETT: Come to my room. NOW.

That text is the first thing I see after getting out of the shower. Seeing my mom and Jett together made me feel dirty. And I can’t really pinpoint exactly what it is. I don’t regret Jett, but I guess it’s the reality of seeing her with him, which slammed it home. He’s not mine; he’s not going to be mine. And my mother is acting more bizarre every day.

This sucks!

God, what was that creepy comment about someone named Erin fucking them this weekend? What are they, into threesomes?

What the hell?

I grab my phone and start texting “Fuck off, sicko,” but before I send it, he texts me again.

JETT: Do you dare?

“Goddammit,” I growl, looking up at the ceiling, then over at myself. I’m flushed from the hot water, or maybe because I’m in heat, literally burning for him.

Needing him.

I should press send and go to bed.

Don’t do this, Raven. Go to bed. It’s like I’m possessed. Am I really considering going to him?

Like in his room, where my mother is?