Swapping Lovers

Scarlit caught her reflection and smoothed the lace straps over her hips. The doorbell cut through the quiet and she snatched her robe, cinched it tight, and hurried past Seth, who never even glanced up from his laptop. She slipped past his shoulder, cracked the door, and Alina stood there smirking in the porch light. Scarlit yanked her inside, moving fast, barely breathing, keeping the secret flush between them as they stepped behind the far wall. They had settled on telling him tonight, but Scarlit wasn’t leaving without one last round. Fingers hooked, mouths crashed, robes fell. Alina’s tongue slid between Scarlit’s thighs while Scarlit stifled a curse against the velvet cushion. They parted just long enough to smooth hair and straighten hems, then walked back out together. Seth surprised them both; he stayed calm, even eager. “Let me watch,” he asked. The request landed like a dare. Scarlit’s heart knocked against her ribs, but the girls nodded and stripped again, this time slow, right there on the rug while Seth’s eyes tracked every arch and sigh. A small tremor hit Scarlit when Seth’s gaze shifted onto Alina a little too long. She moved quick, claimed Seth’s mouth, keeping what belonged to her. But the heat refused to cool. Three pulses banged in one small room. Clothes disappeared for good. Bodies met, switched, slid, gripped until nothing stayed hidden and nothing felt the same.