Behind him, Ethan rose from the couch with that same lazy predator grace, but Jake’s eyes stayed locked on mine, burning.
“Tell me the truth,” he growled, forehead pressed to mine, voice dropping into something raw and commanding. “Did you like it? Did his c**k feel better slamming into you than mine does? Did you love being used like a dirty little secret in the dark?”
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Shame and arousal twisted together so tight I could barely breathe. Jake didn’t wait. He kissed me again—deeper, filthier—tongue f*****g my mouth like he was claiming back every moan I’d given his brother. When he broke away, his eyes were almost black with lust.
“Don’t you dare lie to me, Maeve. I felt how soaked you still are just standing here. Your body’s already remembering ho
