Mom

Her stepmother stood in the open doorway, arms crossed, one manicured brow arched in amusement. “Well,” she drawled, lips curling in a slow smirk. “Aren’t you two eager?”

Olivia’s breath hitched, heat flooding her cheeks—but not from shame. John’s fingers flexed against her skin, his pulse jumping where her thigh pressed against him.

John jerked back as if burned, fumbling to yank up his jeans with one hand while the other awkwardly shielded Olivia from view—though the flush spreading down her throat and the wet shine on her thighs told the whole story. His fingers trembled on his belt buckle, the metal clinking loudly in the sudden silence as Olivia’s stepmother leaned against the doorframe, her smirk deepening.

Olivia didn’t move, her breath shallow, her back still pressed against the car door where John had pinned her. A slow drip trailed down her inner thigh, and she clenched her teeth, torn between mortification and the way her pulse still throbbed between her legs.

John cleared his throat, his voice cracking.

John’s apology died on his lips as Olivia’s stepmother stepped forward, the click of her heels sharp against the pavement. Her fingers curled around his chin before he could speak, her thumb dragging slowly across his lower lip.

“I’m only mad,” she murmured, her breath warm and sweet like spiced wine, “that you’re not offering to help me too.”

Olivia’s gasp was swallowed by the hungry press of her stepmother’s mouth against John’s, her tongue sliding past his teeth before he could react. The older woman’s free hand tangled in Olivia’s hair, yanking her head back to expose the frantic pulse in her throat as she deepened the kiss.

Olivia’s stepmother pulled back from John’s lips with a wet pop, her thumb still tracing his mouth. “You need to take better care of your man,” she purred, her other hand tightening in Olivia’s hair. “Don’t fuck him in a car like some backseat slut; bring him inside where I can watch.”

John shuddered as her nails scraped down his chest, his jeans still half-unbuttoned. Olivia whimpered, her thighs pressing together at the rough command, but her stepmother yanked her head back harder. “Now, Olivia.”