Maddie had drifted between wakefulness and sleep for hours. Ever since she’d shut the door on Vanessa and Graham outside her room, her skin had felt electrified—every nerve ending alive, humming. She’d tried counting breathing exercises. Tried focusing on the…

It was just past noon when Jack heard the familiar sound of tires crunching up the gravel drive. He glanced up from his workbench, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his forearm. Another hot, still summer day…

The sound of an axe echoed through the trees—steady, rhythmic, powerful. Jack Johnson stood shirtless in the clearing behind his log cabin, muscles glistening with sweat, the sun catching the sheen on his thick, tanned shoulders. He was a man…

The room was alive with breathy tension—bare skin, flushed cheeks, low moans filling the air like thunder before a storm. Jack stepped forward, his eyes locked on Whitney. Her body was still glistening from the touches of Darla and Chasity,…

Jack stepped back just enough to let the warm air from inside drift out into the sunlit porch. Whitney tilted her head, peering past him. “Did I… catch you at a bad time?” Jack smirked, crossing his arms over his…