Kaid’s Peek

Chapter 1: Caught in the Heat

The front door clicked shut with a dull thud as Kaid slung his college bag onto the kitchen counter, the weight of the day slipping off his shoulders. The low, sultry murmur of voices—his mum Sharla and her longtime friend Rachel—drifted from the living room, laced with breathy laughter that sent a curious prickle down his spine. He smirked to himself, figuring they were probably deep into some wine-fueled gossip. Just a quick hello, he thought, rounding the corner—until a sharp, unmistakable gasp froze him in his tracks.

'God, your tits feel even better now than they did at uni,' Rachel’s voice purred, thick with intent, dripping with a hunger that made Kaid’s gut twist.

A wet, deliberate *smack* followed—lips crashing, tongues tangling in a messy, desperate dance. Kaid’s breath hitched. He shouldn’t be hearing this. He *definitely* shouldn’t look. But the door was cracked just enough, a sliver of forbidden light spilling into the hallway. Against every screaming instinct, his eyes darted to the gap.

There they were. Sharla, his own damn mother, straddling Rachel’s thigh like she owned it, her pert ass rocking with a slow, teasing rhythm that made her skirt ride up, exposing the curve of her hip. Rachel’s fingers were already at work, tangled in Sharla’s blouse, popping buttons with ruthless efficiency, while her other hand slid between her own bronzed thighs, shameless and bold.

'Mmm, you love this, don’t you, you greedy little minx?' Rachel taunted, her teeth catching Sharla’s bottom lip with a playful nip.

Sharla’s moan was high, raw, and unapologetic. 'Fuck, those fingers—Jamie never touches you like this, does he? Poor bastard doesn’t know what he’s missing.'

Kaid’s pulse slammed in his throat, heat creeping up his neck. He took a shaky step back, clearing his throat with a loud, awkward rasp. The rustling in the room stopped dead. By the time he nudged the door open, both women were flushed, breathless, but miraculously composed—skirts smoothed down, blouses haphazardly buttoned. Rachel’s piercing glinted under the thin fabric of her top, and Sharla’s eyes darted away, her lips still swollen and glistening.

'Oh! Kaid, love, you’re back early—' Sharla’s voice cracked, her smile too tight, too forced.

Rachel didn’t even try to hide her smirk, leaning back on the sofa with a lazy confidence, her gaze flicking over him like she knew *exactly* what he’d heard. 'Hey, kiddo. Didn’t hear you sneak in. Thirsty after all that studying?' Her tone was pure velvet, laced with a challenge.

Kaid muttered something incoherent about grabbing a drink and bolted for the kitchen, his ears burning hotter than the sun. But the second their whispers started up again—low, urgent, and dripping with intent—he couldn’t stop himself. His feet moved on their own, edging closer to the door, breath shallow, heart pounding like a drum.

Through the gap, he saw Rachel’s hand slide back under Sharla’s skirt, her fingers working with a precision that made Sharla’s head tip back, a soft, needy sound escaping her lips. 'You’re already so wet for me,' Rachel murmured, her voice a wicked promise. 'Bet you’ve been dripping since I walked in.'

Sharla’s laugh was sharp, breathless, but commanding. 'Keep talking like that, and I’ll have you on your knees before you can blink. You’re not the only one who knows how to play dirty.'

Kaid’s mouth went dry, a dangerous heat pooling low in his gut as he watched, unable to tear his eyes away, knowing full well he was teetering on the edge of something he couldn’t come back from.