I circled around the side of the house and came in through the kitchen door instead of cutting through the Great Room. Eleanor’s little dog started yipping the moment it heard my boots. This thing was going to be a problem.

I stepped inside.

Eleanor stood at the island in a fitted apron, chopping fast. The smell of salmon, chives, and hot oil filled the air. Kristen emerged from the Winter Living Room, carrying glassware, while Marion sat at the table reading the newspaper. Eleanor’s eyes dropped straight to the wet spot on my jeans.

“Looks like you got yourself a handful,” she said.

“Yeah… sometimes it just gets away from you.”

Marion slowly lowered the paper. She looked at the stain, then up at me with that same flat, unreadable expression.

“Hunter,” she said coolly, “can you help Kristen finish setting the table for lunch?”

That’s what I was pulled away for?

I took off my boots and followed Kristen into the breezeway. Through the open doorway into the Great Room, I spotted Donovan in his chair. He looked up.

“Hunter. Come here a moment.”

Kristen’s smile twisted as she passed me. Either she was enjoying this, or she was about to drop something on me while I stood there.

I set the dishes down and stepped into the room.

“Come in. Have a seat.”

I took the chair beside him.

“We’re supposed to get walloped tonight with this storm,” he said. “How are we with preparations?”

“Everything’s battened down, sir. Winds are only expected to hit fifty to fifty-five. We’ll be fine.”

His eyebrows lifted over his thick black frames.

“You’re comfortable with those speeds?”

“I’ve seen higher.”

He leaned in slightly, voice dropping.

“Bryan mentioned you used to be connected back in L.A. In your previous line of work…” Donovan leaned forward a little, voice dropping. “I’m gonna be blunt. How did you handle stalkers?”

Before I could answer, the far door opened.

Lila walked in wearing nothing but the oversized white Mr. Bean t-shirt she’d clearly thrown on after the hot tub. The hem barely reached the bottom curve of her ass, flashing smooth skin with every step. Her nipples pressed hard against the thin cotton, the silver barbells clearly outlined. She was still flushed and damp, hair wrapped in a towel, legs bare and glistening.

She spotted me and gave that same wicked little smile.

Jesus Christ.

My eyes fought like hell to stay on Donovan, but they kept betraying me — sliding over the way the shirt clung to her full breasts, the flash of bare ass when she moved, the sheen still on her thighs. She was doing this on purpose, and she was fucking good at it.

She came around behind her father and ruffled his hair, then drifted toward me. The towel on her head shifted as she adjusted it, making her breasts sway.

I tamped down every urge that boiled in me.

“I hope Daddy isn’t giving you the third degree.”

He turned. “Honey, do you have to parade around like this? Especially with a new person here?”

She giggled and came around the chair, stopping right beside me. Her eyes dropped to the wet spot on my jeans. The corner of her mouth curled.

“Oh my… how did that happen?”

“Leaking faucet,” I said quickly.

She snorted. Loud.

Donovan’s eyebrows drew together.

Lila didn’t miss a beat. She perched one bare cheek on the arm of my chair, her arm sliding behind me to rest on the backrest. The hem of the shirt rode up dangerously high.

“I wish Mommy would still prance around as she used to,” she said lightly. “She has an amazing body, doesn’t she, Daddy?”

Donovan actually chuckled. “You and your mother are two fiery spirits. Sometimes a little too hot to handle.”

He looked at me over his glasses.

“I’m sure you know what I mean, Mr. Callahan.”

My eyes met Lila’s. She was glowing with satisfaction.

High heels clicked across the floor.

“Lila Kit Wallace, what on earth are you doing sitting on the furniture with your wet ass? Go put on a robe.”

Marion’s French accent sharpened when she was angry. She walked in as Lila slowly stood, letting the shirt ride up even higher before she tugged it back down.

“Daddy didn’t mind. I was just talking with Hunter.”

Marion’s eyes flicked to me, cold and sharp.

“I was telling him what a wonderful dancer you are,” Lila added sweetly, spinning in a slow circle so the shirt flared.

Marion’s hand shot out and smacked her ass — hard enough to make it jiggle. Lila only laughed, as if this were normal.

“Get going. Lunch is almost ready.”

Lila skipped toward the breezeway, pausing just long enough to look back at me.

“I’ll catch you later, Hunter Callahan.”

She blew me a kiss.

Kristen was watching from the breezeway. So was Marion. Donovan had already gone back to his crossword.

“I wish you would encourage our daughter to tame her wilder side,” Marion said to her husband.

“It’s you she takes after, my dear.”

Marion’s face flushed. Donovan wrapped an arm around her waist and murmured something low. Her eyes stayed on me a second longer than necessary.

I stood. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll finish helping Kristen set up for lunch.”

As I turned to leave, Donovan spoke.

“We’ll speak again soon, my boy.”

“I look forward to it, sir.”

I stepped back into the breezeway. Kristen was waiting, eyes bright with amusement.

“Quite the time you had at the pool today,” she said, not bothering to lower her voice.

I gave her a sharp look. She grinned and glanced down at my crotch, then crooked a finger. I followed her into the only private room nearby — the small bathroom off the Winter Living Room.

She stepped inside first. I followed, checking the hallway before closing the door. The second the lock clicked, she turned and pressed in close, her hand going straight for my belt.

“I saw you with her,” she whispered. “Didn’t I warn you?”

Her fingers slipped inside my jeans and began searching — not randomly, but with purpose. She was looking for the panties. I could feel it in the way her hand moved deliberately, brushing against my cock as she hunted.

She wants them. She thinks that if she gets them, she can use them against me.

My cock was already hard. She felt it throb against her palm and paused for half a second — long enough for me to see the flash of satisfaction in her eyes.

I caught her wrist, holding it there.

“You started this,” I said quietly, voice low and rough. “Now finish it.”

Someone tried the door. A knock followed.

Kristen’s voice came out tight. “I’ll be out in a minute.

I pulled her hand free. Her fingers glistened with my cum, slick and shining under the dim light.

“Go ahead,” I murmured, voice low. “Have a taste.”

She hesitated for half a second, eyes wide, then brought her fingers to her lips. One by one she slid them into her mouth, sucking slowly, tasting me. Her legs shook. A soft, needy sound escaped around her fingers as she cleaned them thoroughly, never breaking eye contact.

Fuck. She’s really doing it.

Heat poured off her body. I stepped in close behind her as she turned toward the sink. My chest pressed against her back, my hard bulge nestling firmly between the cheeks of her sculpted ass. She gasped softly but didn’t pull away — instead she pushed back against me, grinding once, slow and deliberate.

I leaned down, lips brushing her ear while we both watched her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, nipples stiff against her thin top, lips still shiny.

“I’m looking forward to fucking you,” I said, low and rough, my voice gravel against her skin. “Just don’t ruin it for us.”

I caught her earlobe between my teeth and bit down gently. Her knees buckled instantly. I wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her up as I kissed the side of her neck, letting her feel exactly how hard I still was against her ass.

Then I killed the lights, opened the door, and slipped out into the hallway.

Some nights the house feels like it’s holding its breath.

I’ve got one woman parading around naked like it’s normal, another with her hand down my pants looking for evidence, and the rest of them watching every move I make. The storm hasn’t even hit yet, and things are already spinning out of control.

If you want the real version of what happened after I left that bathroom — the soaked panties, the risks I took, and just how far one of them pushed me — you’ll find it on Patreon.

This one gets intense.

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See you there,

~ Hunter

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