I didn’t sleep.
Ethan snored softly beside me, one arm heavy across my waist, completely unaware that his brother’s c*m was still sitting in my stomach and my cunt was soaked through the shorts I hadn’t bothered to change. Every time I closed my eyes I felt Jace’s hand in my hair, the thick slide of his c**k over my tongue, the low threat about the video. My phone stayed dark on the nightstand. I didn’t check it. I already knew what I’d find if I did.
Morning came too fast. Ethan kissed my shoulder, mumbled something about an early meeting, and left before seven. The front door clicked shut. I lay there listening to the quiet house, pulse already climbing, until I heard the guest room door open down the hall.
Jace didn’t knock.
He walked into the bedroom like he owned it, shirtless, sw
