Chapter 4
Lila’s POV
“Please,” I whispered again, the word scraping out of my raw throat like I’d been screaming for hours even though I hadn’t. My whole body was shaking so hard the couch cushions were trembling under me.
“I can’t—I can’t take any more of this edging s**t. I need you inside me, right f*****g now.”
Marcus’s eyes flicked to Tyler, something dark and wordless passing between them, then he stood up slow, towering over me while his d**k strained against the front of his shorts like it was trying to rip free.
He reached down, grabbed my wrist—not gentle—and hauled me to my feet.
My legs almost buckled. I was so wet my thighs were slick all the way to my knees, and standing made fresh heat drip down the inside of one leg.
“Bedroom,” he said, his voice thick. “The couch
