Maddie, bless her insatiable little heart, had the sex drive of a lab experiment gone gloriously wrong. She got twitchy, cranky, downright feral if she didn't come at least four times a day—like a smartphone that needed constant charging or it would brick itself in protest.
So, they'd fuck in the pre-dawn gloom: quick, filthy, kitchen-counter efficiency before the driver even pulled up. At academy they'd vanish during lunch or skip class entirely to defile yet another empty classroom, going at it like the world was ending and orgasms were the only currency that still mattered.
Sierra joined when the mood struck her.
Sometimes a threesome of them in a glorious, sweaty tangle of limbs, laughter, and the of raw, unfiltered honesty you only get when everyone's too wrecked to lie.
Afterward, Phei would lie there catching his breath, one woman draped across his chest, another tracing idle patterns on his skin, and think: I started this to ruin them.
