Anna met Rhoda

The aftercare was nothing like Anna had imagined, she was sidetracked every time Jacob’s hand stroked anywhere in her public area. She'd try to remind herself that he didn’t mean the action to be sensual, but the look on his face anytime she trembled against his finger was her undoing.

She'd bit her inner cheek whenever she couldn’t hold the urge and felt like begging him to just fuck her. Jackson had stayed for a while, looking at Anna as his brother performed the aftercare. He had been surprised by how gentle he was, he wanted to point out that it was only his guns that he took great care of like that, but he didn’t want to annoy Anna or make her feel like an object again.

Before Jacob was done with the aftercare, Jackson had received a notification on his phone. Just like Rhoda, it was a reminder of the urgent family meeting.

“I will be right back,” he said to his brother and Anna, as he left to make a few calls. When he came back, Jacob was done, and Anna had fallen asleep.

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