Can't Makeup My Mind

Gizelle dabs foundation across Jayden's cheek. "Your skin's fucking flawless," she says. Jayden smiles, leaning into her touch. She wants more. Needs more. "You always smell like sin, you know that?" Jayden whispers. Gizelle's hand stalls. Just for a second. Then Freya Parker walks in like a splash of cold water. "Director needs you for the other leads," Freya says, eyes flicking between them. Gizelle leaves without a word. Freya shuts the door. "I saw you flirting. Won't work. Gizelle's not into women." Jayden raises an eyebrow. "And how the hell do you know that?" Freya smirks. "Because I tried." Jayden laughs. "Maybe she just didn't like your game." Freya leans in close. "Wanna bet?" They wait. The moment Gizelle steps back inside, Freya jumps first. "Drinks after wrap?" Jayden cuts in. "Late night burger run. Just us." Gizelle blinks. "Sure. Sounds fun." She doesn't get it. Freya grabs one wrist, Jayden the other. They pull her between them like a prize. Gizelle's voice cuts through. "What the fuck is happening?" Freya spits it out first. "We both want you." Jayden adds, "Thought you had to pick." Gizelle looks between them. Slow. Hungry. Then she smiles. "Maybe I don't have to." She steps closer to both. Her hands find skin. Heat rises fast. It's a blur after that. Freya's mouth on Gizelle's neck. Jayden's fingers slipping lower. The three of them tangle on the couch, moans thick in the air, clothes dropping in seconds. Gizelle kisses like she means it, licking into Freya's mouth while Jayden spreads her open. No winner. Just heat, sweat, and every wet sound echoing off the walls as they fuck her raw.