The reluctant submissive followed as Helen stumbled backward and hit the edge of the bed. Grinding my hardon against her tight little ass, I stared over the top of her light brown tresses at the scene on my bed. “Then why isn’t she leaving me alone?”
“Because you’re hot,” I said. “Hell of a woman,” I said, turning to find Tara watching Erin disappear through the door. Whatever… his loss. I wore a shit-eating grin as I entered the kitchen to make coffee, only to find a pot was already made, the smell of caffeinated beans and chicory wafting through the air even though no one was around. “Are you here for good?” She looked at me. The two women practically ignored me as I stepped away from them. The weight and dimensions led me to think it was Erin, but I was surprised to see a tangle of honey-brown hair spread across my chest and a fair arm lying across me. She’s the one who found Erin.”
Tara looked deep in thought as she studied me, but how she stared suggested she may have been slightly surprised at my
