Shadowbanned: Part 3

Cady stands in the hallway with one hand braced on the wall. A scream rips from the bedroom, raw and sudden, and her pulse jumps. She follows the sound on quiet feet, heart hammering. Inside, the lights stutter and flicker, casting sharp shadows across the sheets. The air feels charged. She knows Jamie is there, even before she speaks. "I found you," Cady says, voice low. "And I know how to pull you back." Fans wait in the group chat Cady set up. Messages scroll. She takes a breath and begins to read. The screen glows. A shimmer bends the air above the bed, then Jamie appears in full color, tattoos stark against pale skin, dark hair wild around her face. Jamie sucks in a breath like she’s tasting oxygen for the first time. Relief floods her eyes. She crosses the room without a word and grabs Cady by the waist, pulling their bodies flush. Their mouths meet, open and hungry. Jamie’s tongue slides against Cady’s as their hips press tight. Hands roam—Jamie’s inked fingers slide under Cady’s shirt, tracing warm skin, while Cady’s palms cup the swell of Jamie’s ass. Every roll of their bodies drags lace and denim across sensitive places, heat building fast. Jamie’s need is obvious and impatient. She backs Cady to the bed and climbs over her, knees planted on either side of Cady’s shoulders. The older woman’s breath ghosts across Cady’s parted lips before Jamie lowers herself, thighs framing Cady’s face. Cady’s mouth opens willingly, tongue flicking up to meet slick skin. Jamie rocks once, slow and deliberate, then faster, riding the rhythm Cady’s mouth sets. Her hands reach back to grip the headboard, bracelets clinking, as low moans spill from her throat.