Sophia:
I woke in the middle of a Houston thunderstorm.
My heart ramped up, beating so hard I was sure it would burst in my chest and leave me dead.
My panties were soaked, my body was vibrating with the need to be filled, and I didn't think the shower would suffice this time.
"Sophia, are you alright?" a sleepy wit asked, making my already aching thighs clench at the sound of the gravel in his voice.
"I need help, Wit," I admitted as I stepped off the bunk. The smell of his shirt on me had my already blazing skin igniting with his scent. Another crack of thunder and a flash of lightning lit the dark bus, and I looked up into Toby's eyes, who was observing me carefully.
"What's wrong? What do you need help with?" His eagerness to please sizzled across my skin. It stole my voice an
