I sat there frozen between Jake and Ryan, my naked body still slick with their c*m. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. Alex stood in the doorway, one hand still on the knob, his face twisting from confusion into something darker.
“Emma?” His voice came out low at first, almost like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then it cracked. “What the f**k is this?”
Jake shifted beside me, reaching for a sheet to cover us, but it was too late. Alex’s eyes swept over everything, my flushed skin, the mess on my thighs, Ryan’s hand still resting on my hip, Jake’s arm behind me. The room reeked of sweat and s*x.
“Alex, I—” I started, but my throat closed up. What could I even say? Sorry? It’s not what it looks like? We both knew exactly what it looked like.
He stepped inside and slammed the doo
