Chapter 159: Saved

Avery’s fingers stayed locked on the wooden frame.

My middle finger kept its slow, curling drag inside her.

The kitchen light fell across the toes of her bare feet and stopped just short of her ankles.

From this angle I could see the line of her spine under the thin top.

The way her shoulders stayed rigid.

The small, involuntary roll of her hips each time I pressed the pad of my finger against the soft place high inside her.

She tried to keep her breathing even.

It did not work.

Every few seconds a quiet, wet sound escaped when my finger slid out and pushed back in.

She flinched as if the noise itself might turn her mother’s head.

Evelyn set the knife down and wiped her hands on a towel.

"Avery, if you are standing out there doing nothing, at least come take these peels to the bin. Jane cannot reach the high shelf and I still have the carrots to finish."

Jane looked up again, longer this time.

Her eyes moved over the doorway without quite focusing on the shadows just beyond it.

Avery’s grip tightened.

I felt the tremor run through her arm and into the frame.

My free hand stayed on her breast, rolling the nipple in a steady circle through the fabric.

The finger inside her never stopped its measured pace.

The mana I had wrapped around her limbs kept her from stepping fully back into the hall or forward into the light.

It only made each small struggle feel heavier, so the next stroke of my finger met tighter, hotter walls.

"Answer her," I said against the side of her neck.

My voice stayed low enough that it did not carry past the doorway.

"Tell her you will be there in a minute. See if you can keep your voice steady while I do this."

Avery’s mouth opened.

The first sound that left her was a thin, shaky breath when I added a second finger and stretched her.

She swallowed, tried again.

"I... I’m coming. Just... give me a second."

The words came out thinner than she wanted.

Evelyn paused with the towel still in her hands.

"Are you all right? You sound odd."

"I’m fine."

Avery’s hips jerked when I curled both fingers and held the pressure.

A fresh rush of slickness coated my knuckles and dripped onto the floor between her feet.

She bit the inside of her cheek hard enough that I felt the tension in her jaw.

"I’ll be right there."

Jane set the glass down.

The clink was soft, but in the quiet it carried.

She took one step toward the doorway, frowning.

"Mom, do you want me to go check on her?"

Evelyn shook her head and turned back to the cutting board.

"No. Stay and finish those. If she is dawdling she can explain it herself."

Avery’s eyes closed for a second.

Relief and fresh alarm moved through her at the same time.

Jane stayed where she was, but she kept glancing toward the hall every few moments.

I withdrew my fingers almost all the way, then pushed them back in with a slow, deliberate twist that made Avery’s standing leg tremble.

The wet sound was clearer this time.

She pressed her forehead against the edge of the frame and tried to muffle the small noise that escaped her.

I pulled the fingers free.

They shone under the spill of kitchen light.

Avery made a soft, involuntary sound at the loss, then went still when I brought them to her mouth.

She opened without being told.

Her tongue moved over them carefully at first, then more thoroughly when I pressed them deeper.

She tasted herself, the same mix that had been on the panties earlier, and her cheeks flushed darker.

I watched the way her throat worked while she cleaned them.

The way her free hand stayed braced on the wood as if letting go would send her forward into the kitchen.

When I took my fingers back I guided her hips a half-step farther into the doorway.

The light now touched the front of her thighs.

From inside, anyone who turned fully would see the bare skin and the wet shine between them.

Avery’s breath caught.

She tried to angle her body sideways, to keep the worst of it in shadow, but the mana kept her hips from twisting far enough.

I slid my hand back between her legs and found her clit with two fingers, rubbing in tight, steady circles while my other hand returned to her breast.

"Look at them," I said.

"Your mother has her back to you. Your sister is still watching the glass. All you have to do is stay quiet and keep your legs apart."

Avery’s eyes stayed fixed on Evelyn’s shoulders.

Every scrape of the knife against the board made her flinch.

Jane wiped the same spot on the counter for the fourth time, her gaze flicking up again.

Avery’s thighs wanted to close.

I kept them open with the pressure of my hand and the slow rub on her clit.

The slickness made the motion easy.

Each circle pulled a small, helpless rock from her hips that she could not fully stop.

The wet sound stayed low, but it did not disappear.

Evelyn reached for another carrot.

"Jane, hand me the peeler when you are done with that glass. And Avery, if you are going to stand there, at least tell me whether you finished the list I left on the table this morning."

Avery’s mouth opened.

Nothing steady came out at first.

I pressed harder on her clit and slid one finger back inside her at the same time.

The dual sensation made her walls clench hard.

She forced the words through it.

"I... I did. It’s on the... the sideboard."

The sentence broke in the middle when my finger stroked upward.

Evelyn paused.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Avery’s voice cracked.

She swallowed and tried again, quieter.

"It’s on the sideboard. I’ll bring it in."

Jane turned fully this time.

Her eyes narrowed at the doorway.

For a moment she seemed to focus on the shape just beyond the light.

Avery’s heart hammered hard enough that I felt it against my chest where I stood behind her.

I kept the finger moving, slow and deep, while my thumb stayed on her clit.

The mana held her in place.

She could not step back.

She could not cover herself.

All she could do was stand there with her legs parted and my hand working between them while her sister looked in her direction.

Jane took one step closer.

The floorboard under her foot creaked.

Avery’s free hand rose halfway toward her mouth, then dropped when I pinched her nipple through the fabric hard enough to make her gasp.

The sound was small.

Jane stopped.

Her head tilted.

"Avery?" she said. "Are you—"

Evelyn’s voice cut across her.

"Jane, the peeler. Now, please. We are already behind."

Jane hesitated, then turned back to the counter.

The moment her attention left the doorway I pushed a second finger in beside the first and curled both of them hard.

Avery’s knees buckled.

She caught herself on the frame with both hands, the motion pushing her hips back against me.

A louder, wetter sound escaped.

She bit down on her lower lip until I tasted blood when I leaned in to speak against her ear.

"You are going to come like this," I told her.

"Right here. While they are ten steps away. And you are going to stay on your feet and keep your voice down until I decide you can stop."

Avery shook her head in a tiny, frantic motion.

Her walls fluttered around my fingers.

The pressure on her clit never eased.

I kept the same steady rhythm, stroking inside her and rubbing the swollen bud while she tried and failed to hold still.

Evelyn’s knife kept moving.

Jane set the peeler down with a soft clink and reached for another glass.

Neither of them turned again.

The orgasm built in tight, rolling waves.

Avery’s thighs shook.

Her grip on the frame went white-knuckled.

She pressed her mouth against her own wrist to muffle the sounds, but small, broken noises still slipped out each time my fingers curled.

I felt her start to pulse.

The first hard clench pulled a fresh rush of slickness down my hand and onto the floor.

She came silently at first, body locking, then a thin, choked whimper escaped when the second wave hit and her hips jerked forward into my palm.

I did not stop.

I kept stroking her through it, drawing the climax out while she trembled against the doorway and tried to stay upright.

Her pussy kept fluttering around my fingers in helpless pulses.

More fluid ran down her inner thighs.

From inside the kitchen the water in the sink kept running and the knife kept scraping.

Jane glanced toward the hall one more time, brow creased, but Evelyn spoke again about the vegetables and the moment passed.

Avery sagged against the frame when the last tremor faded.

Her breathing came in short, uneven pulls.

My fingers were still inside her, moving slower now.

She looked down at the wet shine on the floor between her feet, then at her mother’s back, then at me over her shoulder.

Her eyes were glassy.

Her lips were swollen from where she had bitten them.

Evelyn set the knife down and turned halfway toward the doorway.

"Avery. Now. I am not going to ask again."

Avery’s whole body went still.

My fingers stayed buried deep.

The kitchen light now reached the front of her thighs and the wet mess between them.

Jane had already started to turn as well.

Avery’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.

All she could do was stand there with her legs parted and my hand still working between them while both of them finally faced the hall.