Her parents’ bedroom?

“Heather?” I call out.

“I’m in here!” That sounds like she’s in her parents’ bedroom. But why . . . ? I follow the sound of her voice and stick my head into Owen and Mary’s room, intending to ask her what she’s doing . . . but the words die on my lips.

The king-sized bed is stripped to the fitted sheet, and lying in the middle of it, her legs wide and two fingers spreading her wet pussy, is Heather. “You said every room, lover—if you want to fuck me in here, we need to do it before they get home. I’ve been . . . mmmm . . . waiting for you, getting myself nice and wet. Just tell me how you want me, baby, then cum and get me!”