**The Breeders**
CHAPTER 12
SIENNA'S POV
Roman was the first one to speak, and his voice was almost casual. Too casual.
“Where do you want the last of the boxes?”
Just like that. No smirk. No comment about the way they had walked in on me with my fingers buried in my cunt. No remark about the wet spot still darkening my shorts or the fact that my hand still smelled like s*x. He asked the question the same way he might ask for a glass of water — calm, professional, like the last few minutes had been wiped clean from the air.
Jace and Cole didn’t say anything either. They simply stood there, waiting, expressions unreadable. If I hadn’t seen the heat in their eyes earlier, I might have believed the act. That was the worst part. They were good at it. Better than I was at hiding how bad
