AnnaRiven tries to act super normal next morning, even though I wake in his arms with my hair all over his pillow. He gives me a smile and disentangles himself and heads off for a shower like this is just any other day.But it isn’t.Now I’ve slept in his bed I don’t want to sleep alone again.It felt too good to feel someone’s body against mine. It felt too good to have someone hold me for the first proper time in my life.Now I know how it feels to be safe and warm in someone’s arms I can’t let it go, and I won’t.But I can’t choose, either.I can’t choose either man over the other, they both mean too much to me.When I was being passed around foster homes like a bad smell, all I ever wanted was one person to give a shit about me. Now there’s the chance I have two. Two men who care enough to give me a chance. And they love me, he said so, and Riven isn’t the kind to lie.I’m eating a bowl of cereal when he joins me in the kitchen. He pours himself one and takes a seat opposite, sme

AnnaI’ve been in Gloucester city centre a thousand times, but never with a hundred quid in my pocket. I feel uneasy to have it there, like someone is going to take it from me. Someone like Margaretha or one of his loser mates.That’s why I didn’t want Riven to bring me here. I didn’t want to risk running into any of them. I didn’t want them to see me with someone. Someone they could speak to, someone they could scare off me.Margaretha is the only family who’s ever stuck by me. He ruined my life, but he came through at the other side, tracking me down when I was fourteen and telling me he was still my brother.He’s never even mentioned what happened all those years ago, and I was always too scared to bring it up in case he dropped me again. Sometimes he’s kind and tells me about my old mum and dad, and sister, too. He says they don’t want to see me and never will, but I still care.I still like hearing about them.I guess he knows it and that’s why he’s always used it to take things

AnnaI did good.It feels so good to do good. Buying presents for Riven and Kennedy was everything I hoped it would be. It’s not just in the way they say thanks over and over, and it’s not in the way I feel so proud as Riven places his present up on the cabinet where the other one used to be. It’s not even in the way Kennedy looks so fine as he tries his new tie on over his shirt.It’s in the way they smile, the way they look at me.The way their appreciation makes me feel so loved.I do feel loved here. I feel accepted and wanted and bothered enough about that they work through my shit rather than give up on me. I feel safe when I wake up in the morning, and like I belong right where I am as I walk through the fields behind the house.I never want to let this go, not any of it. Not this house, not this life, not Kennedy, and not Riven, either.I’ve never liked TV, not shows nor films, but after a couple of cold beers in Riven’s kitchen, laughing and joking through a load of old jokes

KennedyOh fuck, the noises she’s making. Her breath on my neck in little gasps, her fingers frantic inside her knickers. I can hear how wet she is. I can feel how desperate she is.And I’m desperate too.One look at Riven and I realise we both are. His eyes meet mine and stay there, waiting, and I know he’s pinning this all on me.My call.My filthy fucking call.My dick is throbbing like a sonofabitch, and that filthy scene on screen is everything that should turn me off but doesn’t. Far fucking from it.“Touch me…” she whispers, and it’s enough to break me.I give Riven the tiniest nod and he drops his eyes. His hand slides from her knee to her thigh and she spreads her legs for him, hitching one right across my lap as his fingers slide over her wet knickers. He moves his fingers over hers until she pulls hers away, and then his hand dips inside the lacy elastic and rubs her there.She moans into my neck. Right into my fucking neck.I part my thighs and her leg drops perfectly to p

RivenNot once in all the sex I’ve ever had, have I ever shot my load deep inside a woman’s pussy, no matter what contraceptives they’ve been using.Commitment scares the shit out of me.But here, still catching my breath with my cock throbbing between Anna’s spread thighs, there’s nothing more thrilling than watching my cum dribble out of that tight little cunt of hers.The fact that Kennedy’s is in there too, and certainly smeared all over my dick, matters to me surprisingly little. I feel like I’ve conquered the fucking world.I don’t know what the fuck is happening to me – fuck, to either of us – but I like it.I just hope Kennedy does too.“Are you okay?” I ask Anna as her breathing calms.She nods. Smiles. Giggles a giggle that barely sounds like her.It’s light.Free.“I’m great,” she says.She slides a hand down her belly, palming her swollen clit before dipping a finger inside herself.“I’m full of you,” she says, piercing eyes right on mine. She looks up at Kennedy after me.