Page 106 of Bona Fide

If I was in a better place, this might be hotter. But in this headspace, I’m more numb and careless as I slowly approach them.

Grant grabs my hand softly and pulls me into the thickness of testosterone and lust. Jed retakes my lips while Grant rids me of my dress. I'm lifted in the air, the inside of my knees over Jed's arms to open myself completely to each of them.

Everything turns into a mist of hands, lips, and the loss of more clothes. It’s not until Jed enters me that I feel the first wave of betrayal. And when Grant slips inside my ass, I know I’ve passed the line of no return.

They fuck me like they own me, knowing that when this is done, so is whatever this is. That we’ll never speak of it again because I won’t need them.

Jed isn’t getting married anymore.

Grant and I barely speak to begin with, and he's respected my wishes with leaving Mama's now burned down house alone.

This is about sex—plain and simple.

And I’m ready to dish out the main course.

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