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“I’m just trying to get some cereal bowls,” she says far too innocently.

“You keep shaking your ass like that, and you’re going to be in big trouble,” I warn.

“What kind of trouble?” She grinds her ass into my dick, making me so hard I’m ready to spread her wide and ruin Nina’s pristine countertops.

“Good morning!” Nina calls, strolling into the kitchen as if nothing’s out of the ordinary. “I’m making quiche for breakfast. It’s going to take a few minutes, so if you two need to go fuck away your issues, you’ve got time.”

I thrust my hips against Julia’s ass one more time before backing away. I scowl at her back while I retreat to the other side of the kitchen island. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Maybe this is payback for not fucking her again this morning, but we can’t spend all day in bed. We’ve got Max to worry about.

“Where’s Max?” I ask.

“Still sleeping,” Nina says.

“We’re going to visit his mom’s best friend today.” I slide onto a stool while discretely adjusting my dick. I’m hard as fuck, but I can’t do anything about it until later.

“I hope her friend knows where she’s at,” Nina says.

“Me, too,” Julia says before turning to me. “Do we have time for quiche?”

“Not right now. Matrix called the friend, Claudine Nunez. She’s waiting for us. She thinks Bonnie’s in trouble, so we need to get moving.”

“I saw some granola bars in the snack pantry. I’ll grab one of those, and we can go,” Julia says.

“We have enough time for cereal.” I beat her to the pantry and grab several boxes, lining the island with them.

“I’d like to try the Sugar Bear cereal,” Julia says.

“It’s the best one.” I smile and pour a big bowl of it for her. “Try it dry before you add milk.”

“Okay.” She sits on the stool next to mine, then grabs a piece of Sugar Bear cereal. She pops it into her mouth and crunches on it. “Mm … so cinnamony. I love it.”

“Have you ever had it before?” I pour milk into my bowl before handing the carton to her.

“Never. I always considered it junk food.”

“Cereal is junk food,” Nina says. “But it was the only thing I could get the boys to eat when they came to live with us.”

“I can’t imagine picking this over your cooking,” Julia says graciously.

“Well, they had their reasons.” Nina returns her attention to the quiche recipe.

Julia glances at me. She knows a little bit about my past, but I can tell she wants to know more. Later. After I wring every last drop of pleasure from her body, I’ll tell her more.

We finish breakfast, then head out to the garage, where I hand her a helmet before strapping on my own. She waits for me to get on before sliding in behind me. Her hot pussy’s pressed against my ass, and it’s all I can think about as I drive through the mountains. She’s the best kind of distraction, but I need to focus so I don’t miss the turnoff. Claudine lives off a dirt road in the middle of nowhere.

Based on Matrix’s directions, I find the small cabin nestled in a grove of quaking aspen. A multi-colored Tibetan prayer flag flutters above the wooden porch. A deeply bronzed, impossibly thin woman sits in a rocking chair that creaks as she moves. Her wary gaze follows us as I park and help Julia undo her helmet.

“You the one who called me?” the woman asks.

“No. That was my brother, Matrix. I’m Scar.”

“He said you and Max’s school nurse might be coming by.”

“Ms. Nunez—” I begin.

“Call me Claudine.” She gets out of the chair and beckons us into the house.

The interior log cabin is covered with paintings of elderly Mexican women holding various herbs and flowers in their hands. An altar sits on one wall. Burning sage swirls through the air. The ceiling is covered in red velvet, giving the room a womb-like quality. A life-sized statue of the Virgin de Guadalupe rests in one corner. It’s surrounded by magical items such as stones, colorful candles, and hand-crafted poppets. White and red roses frame the space.