Chapter 1: The Unexpected Knock
The doorbell chimed through my quiet apartment like a siren’s call, pulling me from the monotony of a Thursday evening. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so curiosity—and a flicker of annoyance—propelled me to the door. Peering through the peephole, my heart stuttered. Drew. My ex. The Mormon girl who’d once held my heart in her delicate, devout hands. Flanking her were two others, young women with bright, eager eyes. I swung the door open, leaning against the frame with a smirk.
“Well, damn, Drew. Didn’t think I’d see you again after I refused to dunk myself in holy water for eternity. What’s this? A conversion squad?” I quipped, eyeing her companions.
Drew’s lips curved into a sly smile, her hazel eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite place. “Not quite, Jace. This is Ellie and Dory. We’re not here to preach. I thought… maybe we could rebuild something. A friendship, at least. For old times’ sake.” Her voice was smooth, laced with a challenge that made my pulse quicken.
Ellie, a tall brunette with a sharp jawline, stepped forward, extending a hand. “My mom’s Mormon, dad’s Catholic. I’m the walking contradiction. Nice to meet you.” Her grip was firm, her gaze piercing, like she was sizing me up for more than just small talk.
Dory, shorter with a cascade of blonde curls, grinned wickedly. “And I’m just along for the ride. Drew’s bestie. Heard you’re a tough nut to crack. I like a challenge.” Her tone dripped with playful insolence, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Alright, ladies, come on in. But I’m warning you, I’ve got no patience for sermons. Let’s keep this strictly sinful,” I teased, stepping aside to let them pass. Drew’s shoulder brushed mine as she entered, her scent—a mix of lavender and something untamed—hitting me like a punch. Memories of our heated past flooded back, and I clenched my jaw to keep my cool.
We settled in the living room, drinks in hand, the air crackling with unspoken tension. Drew sat across from me, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of thigh. She caught me looking and arched a brow. “Eyes up here, Jace. Unless you’ve got something to confess.”
I chuckled, leaning back with a cocky grin. “Oh, I’ve got plenty to confess, but none of it’s fit for a chapel. You sure you’re ready to play with fire again, Drew? Last time, we damn near burned the house down.”
Her cheeks flushed, but her stare didn’t waver. “Maybe I’ve learned to handle the heat. Question is, can you keep up?”
Ellie interjected, her voice cutting like a blade. “Careful, Jace. We’re not here to be tamed. If anything, we might just turn the tables on you.” She sipped her drink, her lips curling into a smirk that promised trouble.
Dory laughed, tossing her hair. “Yeah, don’t underestimate us. We’ve got tricks up our sleeves—and elsewhere—that’d make a sinner like you blush.”
The room grew hotter, the banter sharpening into something dangerous. Drew stood, sauntering over to me with a predator’s grace. She leaned down, her breath warm against my ear. “Let’s see if you’ve still got it, Jace. I remember how hard you could get just from a whisper.”
My blood roared, and I gripped the armrest to keep from pulling her onto my lap right then. “Careful, Drew. Keep talking like that, and I’ll have you dripping before you can say ‘amen.’”
She straightened, her eyes blazing with defiance. “Try me.”
The challenge hung heavy between us, the other two watching with hungry anticipation. I stood, closing the distance, my hand brushing her hip as I murmured, “Bedroom. Now. Let’s see who’s praying for mercy first.”
Her laugh was low, wicked, as she led the way, Ellie and Dory exchanging knowing glances behind us. The door clicked shut, and the air thickened with raw, untamed desire, promising an explosion of sweat, panting, and unrelenting need.
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