The sound comes from my mother’s large pantry, so I follow it and find Wren on her tippy toes, arms stretched up to grab something on a high shelf.

“You okay in there?” I ask, leaning against the wall.

“Fine. Just trying to reach the rice cooker.”

Ma decided to organize a dinner party tonight to celebrate Dad’s birthday, and without asking me, she invited Wren. I don’t think she’s aware of what’s going on between her and I because knowing my mother, she would’ve asked me about it already if she suspected something. Wren agreed to come and offered to help cook dinner.

“Hm,” I answer, smirking.

With a spin, she squints at me. “Of course, don’t offer your help. I don’t look like I’m struggling at all.”

A smirk climbs up my lips. “Oh, cariño, you just had to ask.”

She scoffs, but I still catch the hint of a smile on her lips.

Pushing off the door, I walk to her, then mold the front of my body to her back. Her breath catches in her throat, so loud I can hear it.

Teasing my nose on the side of her throat, I whisper, “Aren’t you going to say please?”

With a shaky exhale, she mumbles, “P-please.”

With one arm caging her against the shelves, I put a hand on her belly, letting it slowly drift down. “Please what?” The last word comes out on her skin as I kiss her neck, then her shoulder. Her head bobs to the left to give me easier access. I don’t even think she realizes she does it, but every time I step closer to her, she adjusts her body so it’s easier for me to touch it.

It drives me fucking crazy.

“Please, help me…pick up the rice cooker,” she finishes, her voice airy.

“With pleasure.” I lift the hand leaned against the shelf to grab what she came here to get, but keep my other hand on her, fingers dipping slowly into her jeans. She gasps. The sound alone makes me hard as a rock.

“Is that all you want?” I ask as two of my digits graze her lips, already wet. I clench my jaw as I start rubbing her slowly. In response, she pushes her ass against my cock, making me groan.

“Maybe I want something else,” she whispers, writhing against my fingers. So perfect.

And that’s when we hear, “Aarón? Wren?”

Fuck me.

My mother’s voice isn’t coming from far away, but from the sound of it, she’s not in the kitchen yet.

Wren shifts to move away, but I don’t remove my hands from her pants. Why not thrill her, just a little.

“Hush,” I whisper in her ear as I dip a finger into her wet pussy. She gasps, and I shush her again.

“Aaron…”