Maybe they both want to tell me something. Or he wants to cancel me going to court with him on Monday.

I sigh, slipping on one of the T-shirts I like to sleep in, and quietly shut my door.

“Jesus, what are you doing, Raven?” I whisper to the dark house as I make my way to his room, my hand hesitating on the door handle.

This is wrong.

Bad, so bad. If I actually open this door, I’m crossing a line I can’t ever come back from.

“Walk away,” I whisper, taking a step back. Swallowing, I listen for any movement.

Nothing. Maybe they’re asleep? Dream on. He’s taunting me, especially with the do you dare part…

Before I can talk myself out of this, I open the door. The room is dark, but since it’s giant-sized and the bed is easy to spot, I freeze.

Fuck.

They’re both in bed. My mind is going off like an annoying alarm. Run… She’s right there. Licking my suddenly dry lips, I try to stay quiet, then almost scream as he kicks the sheet off of him.

Dead.

I’m actually concerned I might faint, because I can barely breathe. My eyes take in his beautiful body. The lights from outside almost twinkle on him. He lies there, stretched out, arm behind his head, showing off his perfect bicep and fucking eight-pack.

All that would be bearable if I could just look away from his giant cock, which he’s stroking slowly with his other hand.

“Oh my God.” I gasp and cover my mouth while his eyes remain fixated on me.

Everything stops.

The world, my conscience, everything, as I give in.

Forfeit.

I’m clearly not a good person because I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

I walk toward him as the moonlight touches the side of his face. He stops stroking himself and reaches for me. In one fast jerk I fall onto him. A small whoosh escapes my lips.

My mom mumbles something and flips onto her back. I can’t breathe. Holy fuck. I’m going to get caught… and Jett’s going to have to call an ambulance for me.

“Breathe, Raven,” he whispers in my ear, then positions me so I’m straddling him.

“Yes.” Inhaling, I try to calm my racing pulse.

“That’s a good girl. Now take your shirt off,” he demands, and I blink at him.

Slowly I pull my shirt off, letting it drop to the floor.

“Rachel, turn to your side.” He speaks loud, causing my mom to snort, but she rolls to her side, her back to us.

This time I really have stopped breathing. My nails dig into his chest. He watches my mom for a second, then turns his face to me, relaxing back, his hard erection reaching past his belly button.

He’s never been more powerful, more exciting than in this moment.