Making Mommy Jealous

Jade Baker lingers in the bathroom, hands roaming her own skin while she watches the unlocked door like she is willing it to open. Alexis walks right in. One blink. Two. She jerks her eyes away and throws a hand over her face. “Jesus, Jade, lock the damn door.” Jade answers with a lazy grin, fingers sliding between her legs. “Why? I was hoping you’d do exactly that.” She pushes the shower curtain aside. “Come on in.” Alexis drops her hand, frantic. “This is getting ridiculous. I can’t go anywhere without bumping into your tits or your—” Her eyes betray her, flicking to the bare, wet cleft between Jade’s thighs. She swallows hard. “You need to stop. Your father would never—I’m trying to do right by you. You’re no better than your aunt. Stop trying to crawl into my bed.” She spins on her heel, door slamming behind her. Later, Jade has her phone pressed to her ear. Riley answers on the first ring. She listens, then laughs low and says, “Yeah, she and I had a little fun once.” The line goes quiet for a moment. Jade smiles, slow and sharp, then hangs up after inviting Riley over. When Riley knocks, Alexis opens the door to a ghost from her past. Jade steers Riley down the hall, an arm hooked around her waist. They leave Alexis stranded in the living room, brows tight. The second the bedroom door closes, Riley yanks Jade close and tongues into her mouth. Clothes hit the floor in uneven piles. Riley drops to her knees and buries her face between Jade’s thighs, lapping hard enough that Jade grabs the headboard and moans. Alexis steps in and freezes at the sight of Riley’s tongue, wet and relentless. “Enough. Clothes on. Now.” Riley lifts her head just far enough to speak against slick skin. “She’s eighteen. She decides.” Alexis sinks onto the edge of the mattress, white-knuckled. Jade crawls closer, voice honeyed. “Stop when you join us. That’s the deal.” Riley peels Alexis’s shirt up, presses open-mouthed kisses to each new inch of revealed flesh. Alexis breathes fast, shoulders tight, resistance melting under their hands. The same hunger she once tasted in Riley flares again, stronger now with Jade pressing in beside her. Three bodies tangle on the narrow bed, breath, sweat, wet sounds mingling, while the house listens.