
Cady stands in the flickering bedroom, every nerve on edge. A scream rips through the dark. She rushes in, breath tight in her throat. She can feel Jamie’s presence—close, almost tactile. "I know where you’ve been hiding," Cady says, voice low and certain, "and I know how to pull you out." She pulls out her phone, thumbs dancing as she opens the group chat she’s set up with Jamie’s hungry fans. Together, fingers typing and hearts racing, they call Jamie home. One long, charged second, and Jessie Lee suddenly appears in front of her—ink-black hair, fresh ink still gleaming, every curve solid again. Jamie’s eyes widen with relief and heat. She doesn’t waste a second. She grabs Cady, pulls her in, mouths meeting hard. Their bodies press tight, hips rolling, skin on skin, the need spilling out in low, greedy sounds. Jamie’s back, and she intends to feel every inch of it—starting right here.
Cady stands in the flickering bedroom, every nerve on edge. A scream rips through the dark. She rushes in, breath tight in her throat. She can feel Jamie’s presence—close, almost tactile. "I know where you’ve been hiding," Cady says, voice low and certain, "and I know how to pull you out." She pulls out her phone, thumbs dancing as she opens the group chat she’s set up with Jamie’s hungry fans. Together, fingers typing and hearts racing, they call Jamie home. One long, charged second, and Jessie Lee suddenly appears in front of her—ink-black hair, fresh ink still gleaming, every curve solid again. Jamie’s eyes widen with relief and heat. She doesn’t waste a second. She grabs Cady, pulls her in, mouths meeting hard. Their bodies press tight, hips rolling, skin on skin, the need spilling out in low, greedy sounds. Jamie’s back, and she intends to feel every inch of it—starting right here.