My orgasm comes not far after, and I spill into her. “Fuck, that’s so fucking good.” I growl in her ear. “You are so fucking amazing.” I press a kiss to her neck and then her lips as I let myself fall out of her and set her on shaky legs.

“That was so hot.”

I let out a breath as I pull my pants up over my dick. I hadn’t pulled my shirt off in my haste to get inside of her so I’m fully dressed which is a stark contrast to her nakedness. “I can’t believe we did that.” My eyes zone in on the space between her legs which is glistening from our lovemaking and I want nothing more than to drag my tongue through her slit.

“You’re staring at my pussy.”

“Because I want a taste and I don’t want to run the risk of the scent lingering behind.” I bite my fist. “I’m going back downstairs. God knows how long I’ve been up here. Time seems to stop when I’m inside of you.” I cup her face and press a kiss to her lips. “I’ll be back with your pizza in a bit.”

I make my way into the hallway and I go into the guest room to see Chloe lying on the bed still watching television on her phone, swinging her feet behind her. Her eyes find mine and then drop to my hands. “You’re back with no pizza?” She whines.

“Just checking on you, that’s all.” I leave the door open so maybe they’ll assume I’ve been talking to Chloe or maybe both of them this whole time and not railing Whitney against the wall of my bedroom.

“I’m dying of hunger, Jacob!” I roll my eyes as I make my way out of the guest room and head downstairs. When I enter the living room, Trey is on his phone and Kevin is nowhere to be found.

Where have you been? he mouths and I wince and shake my head as if to say not now.

No fucking way. With Kev here? He points toward the kitchen, and I scratch my beard before heading toward the kitchen. I’m almost to the kitchen when I see him in my office, looking at the cluster of pictures I have hanging on my wall. I have a brief moment of irrational panic that he’d somehow seen the pictures I have of Whitney on my computer, but not only is it in a very password protected folder, but my computer is also turned off.

“What are you doing in here?” I ask him as I push through the door.

“I remember this trip.” He points at the picture of me, him and Michelle in front of the Statue of Liberty.